Prologue

"What are you, a chicken?" A taunting voice filled a young 10-year-old princess' ear. She looked from one boy to the next, all staring, waiting for the young girl to jump. The moonlight made the group look more menacing than a pack of 9-13 year old boys.

"I am not a chicken, I am a princess." The young girl snobbed, sticking her freckled nose high in the air. The boys scoffed, and one boy, whom was significantly taller and more mature than the others, spoke out to her, "You're seriously not going to jump? It's only fifteen feet, Anna. Reimer already went down there and set up a net." The boy crossed his arms and smirked, and the princess, Anna, decided she had enough of the boys smug act.

"Fine, Garrett, I'll go. If I die, you know my father's the king." She warned the older boy, and went to the edge of the cliff. It was daunting to her, with jagged rocks sticking out, and a flimsy looking net at the bottom with 3 skinny boys holding it tight. She looked up more, to see her castle only a mile or two away. She wondered what her father would say, if he caught his little girl jumping cliffs with a bunch of reckless, ice harvesting boys. She almost backed down, until she remembered; her father was always too busy with Elsa. He wouldn't notice her absence if she only took until sunrise. She was startled out of her daze by Garrett clearing his throat.

"We don't have all day, princess." He mocked, and his crowd of around seven or eight boys snickered. Anna narrowed her eyes and didn't hesitate as she backed up and ran full throttle towards the edge of the cliff, and she jumped.

Anna never felt more alive. The wind tousling her free strawberry-blonde hair, and her borrowed ice harvesting clothes flapped in the wind. She forgot about Elsa, she forgot about her parents. She just let the wind take her falling body. She loved it to the point where she almost screamed in delight, but knew that would be taken as a scream of fear by the boys. She kept her mouth shut as she closed her eyes and relished the feeling for 3 or 4 more seconds until she felt the net at the bottom dip and sway as she fell into the twine. The boys had no trouble keeping the net safe as the 78 pound princess fell into their trust.

"First jumper, and it's a princess. That's new." Anna turned her head to look at a boy, around her age or a year older, holding out his hand for her to take. She smiled and held onto it as he pulled her towards him, and off the net. Anna got closer, and the moonlight glimpsed onto the boy's body and she did a double take when she noticed a rough scar running from the boy's left eyebrow, past the bridge of his nose, and ending at the bottom of his nostrils. (So it looks like \ ) The boy didn't seem to take notice, or he just didn't care, of the princess' obvious confusion/fear of his scar. He smiled, and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Philup Xavier. You can call me X, though. Everyone else does." He let go of Anna's hand and ran it through his light brown, almost blonde, hair. She smiled and returned the welcome. "I'm Anna, you can call me…" She was stumped. Anna was quite a boring name to be called next to some of the boys' nicknames. Especially 'X'.

"A. I'll call you A. It's easier than saying the whole thing." X cut in, holding out his hand for Anna to shake, and Anna smiled. It wasn't as top notch as 'X', but it'll do.

"Alright, A it is." Anna smirked, and reached out and shaking the boy's much larger hand.

"Welcome to the Fearless."

Future chapters will be much longer. This book is pretty much based on how frustrated Anna is with being alone all the time, thinking Elsa hates her, and the lack of her parents love/ attention. This chapter is just showing you what age group this whole thing is, and who it involves. Pretty much this is about Anna trying to find a place where she can be free and reckless, but also in the day be a princess and innocent. Please, if you have any questions, ask me.

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