A/N: The standard note. Frozen belongs to Disney. Since they have not released a compliant, they do not mind amateur writers borrowing their songs. Song was written by someone that I don't know (not me), Song in movie performed by Idina Menzel. And this is not off the top of my head-at least not completely. I will take my life and place it in the story in a way. Maybe you will be able to tell what the real events behind it are. After all, doesn't everyone need to let it go?
Life may not be a frozen adventure like the one that Anna had, but that's not to say it is not an adventure at all. Frozen is set in the 18th century, were you could not have any mental disabilities, at least not noticeable, or you would fall under death. I have Asperger's Syndrome, and as such I would be buried in an unmarked grave at that time. However, I live now, in 2014, and am just as misunderstood as I would have been then. And I feel that the powers reflect the fear and the difference of an individual struggling to understand herself and the world around her. Anyways, on with the story.
Queen Elsa ran out of the castle that day out of a deep fear that she would cause harm to others. In fleeing, she started an eternal winter. But I cannot blame her, and I cannot blame Anna either, for fault lie on neither of them. Really, I cannot say whom the blame lies on. But it not on Elsa that she was given the so-called curse that allowed her to control ice and snow. Really, I think it is a thing of beauty.
Oh right, I forgot to give you my name. My sincere apologies. My name is Aina. As for my sister, her name is Alma. She's twelve now. She's also quite silly-I still can't understand why. But it is nice to have an optimist around, cynical as I can be. Her laughter can really light up a room.
In case you're wondering what she looks like, I'll tell you; she has long, strawberry-blonde hair, is very tall and thin as a twig(she can eat all she wants and never gains a pound)
Sorry, I got sidetracked.
When I was a toddler, I would frequently- accidentally, of course-frost over things on numerous occasions. I've been told by my parents that I found it to be quite funny, that I saw it as a game. Well, they didn't find it funny, at least not after I froze our vegetable garden over twice. We nearly starved thanks to my stupid mistake. They said that there would be no more games inside the house, or anywhere for that matter. This led to a vigilant eye watching me whenever I was inside our home. But if they weren't looking, I'd use my powers to my heart's content.
I, however, refused to hide my powers. I was told on numerous occasions I never should have let them be known. But I didn't care when they said that, for I saw them as a source of gaiety for my sister and myself alike, and as a gift that allowed me to expand my creative boundaries. It was only when they laughed at me that I would cry. The laughter felt humiliating to me. It was torture, since it was the only thing that made it feel like a curse. I don't understand why it is that laughter gets to my head when it is directed at me, but I very much so wish I knew why.
When we were children-I was seven, and her four-I would create a few individual snowflakes and make her a crown. She would proceed to act like a princess, at least like the ones in her head. She was so carefree, and she still is. Sometimes I would build a cute little fort for her to call her castle; it was nothing much, just four walls, a roof, a door, and some windows. Yet that little thing made her so happy. I can still see it in my head now. Whenever we were done playing she would kick down that fort and play in the snow. It was such a sweet sight. I wish I could show you the scenes, but those days are long past.
Sometimes Alma would become sick from playing in the snow for too long. Even when it wasn't created by me, but by Mother Nature herself, my mother would scold me for causing her to be sick.
My mother wanted me to get dressed up for the Queen's coronation. Where she even got the nice clothes for us all to wear is beyond my understanding, seeing as how the little we saved up the previous year was completely used up to buy food. But I held the question back, not being in a mood to be scolded by her again.
Queen Elsa was quite distant from people at the party, and I could not help but wonder just why she acted that way, and would not join in the festivities. I never saw a laugh exit her mouth, and I didn't see her smile. I feel bad for her, and don't know why I did. I do know, however, that her younger sister walked away radiating sadness and disappointment. Her sister, Anna(I think that is her name, t has been a while) slipped out of the room somehow. Briefly looking around, I failed to catch sight of her and shrugged. Her business wasn't my business after all.
I am ashamed to say that I cowered back away from Elsa as did everyone else. My best guess, since I don't know the reason, is fear of my own being triggered.
Queen Elsa ran out of the castle that day out of a deep fear that she would cause harm to others. In fleeing, she started what we called an eternal winter. But I cannot blame her, and I cannot blame Anna either, for fault lies on neither of them. Really, I cannot say whom the blame lies on. But her powers do not make her a monster. Rather, they make her a person of divinity. But it is not on Elsa that she was given the so-called curse that allowed her to control ice and snow. Really, I think it is a thing of beauty. No curse could have allowed Queen Elsa to create her magnificent ice castle.
I, not being anywhere near as prominent in the kingdom as Anna, had no one fussing over me when I set out to find Elsa myself. I just wanted to talk to her, and to show her that there are others born with the so-called curse. I know I heard voices sometime during my hike up the North Mountain. Sometimes I wonder if that was Anna and an escort of hers. I heard them shortly after I could see the castle, and not long after that I saw some sort of snow creature throw two people. I do not know who they were, and doubt that I ever will. I ended up not taking my chances, and that I regret doing. But that's in the past, and I can't stride past the beast to talk to the queen; in fact, I will probably never speak to Queen Elsa. Personally, I feel that it is a shame that I can not, but it's to be expected when it is a personal desire of mine.
