WARNING-This book is the second in a series, nothing will make sense if you haven't read the first one. if you want to understand what is going on I suggest reading the other book first. also sorry about the spoilers in the summary, I just thought it would make the book seem more interesting.
(Anna's POV)
I lowered my hand and saw my sister, sprawled out on the cool marble floor. Elsa laid as cold as ice, and I found myself caught between a euphoria of bliss, and a crushing depression. i thought back to when I killed Kristoff, and even know the very thought poured salt in the wound that refused to heal, and I remembered the absolute agony that followed, but now I cannot find it. It is as if my entire life had led up to this moment, this one terrible moment that gives me the greatest joy. I was born to kill my sister.
Shocked by this revelation, I staggered backwards, and caught myself on a white rock pillar. I couldn't believe what I had already become, a creature that was filled with joy at the murder of another. Where was the hopeless romantic that ran through the halls of the castle that was? Where was the little girl, that beat upon those wooden doors, and spoke to the walls? I hardly recognize myself anymore.
As if for the first time noticing him, I turned and gazed upon the shellshocked Duke of Wesselton. All of the calmness had now left his face, leaving behind what could only be described as awe. He blinked several times, and regained his composure. Walking over to Elsa's body, he began to speak.
"Well, ummm. who saw that coming? the princess of Arendelle, returned to take her rightful place. The king of storms, and the queen of fire, ruling over a kingdom of heretics. i must say I am surprised, you seemed ever so willing to kill yourself over her two years ago, what changed now." I lit an ember in my hand and gestured to it. "Oh I see, the princess has found herself some powers, and it wouldn't be fitting to ask how you came unto them, I am guessing. Alright, so explain to me, why am I still breathing right now? Why did you choose me over her?"
"I guess it just felt right, I don't know. You know the old stories right? The whispers in the night of lust for a power greater than all of us, and we are the unwilling, and unknowing soldiers of a malevolent god. Our winds are twisted by our powers and we can't help but hate those we are supposed to fight."
"As good an explanation as any? Well what do you want to do with her?" He replied as he gestured over to Elsa.
"Throw her in the woods" I answered, as badly as I wanted her dead, I just as much wanted her to live. Placing her in the woods was her best shot at survival.
"Good idea. SLAVES! Take her to the forest." At his command five villagers emerged from the shadows and with hidden tears and shocked expressions, they carried their queen to her final resting place.
Author's note- Sorry for the short chapter, but this chapter needed to happen before this story really kicks off, think of it like the prologue in a book. (Except books have things like character progression, plot, interesting characters, and all I have are depressing plot twists that warrant hate messages by the dozen)