Something New
Relief.
It was a feeling Elsa thought she'd never know in her life time, but as she sat on her edge of her bed, combing her golden hair, she could feel relief washing over her. The towns' people had forgiven the Queen and warmed to her quicker than she had expected, however she suspected Anna was the reason. As clumsy and awkward as her sister could be, Anna had an undoubtedly genuine soul which made her a very easy person to trust. It was as though a weight had been lifted from her heart, and now life seemed so much simpler. Arendelle was, to the pleasure of all, experiencing warm summer days and slightly brisk evenings. Elsa wrapped a dark blue shawl around her shoulders and sighed, if only her parents were around to see how things had changed, how much she and her sister had grown.
Clutching the shawl tighter, Elsa stood and made her way to the window. Pink, orange and yellow hues were filling the sky as the sun began its descent. This was one of her favourite moments. Even with the strong repour she held with her people and reunion with her sister, Elsa still relished in the beauty of silence.
"Hellooo!" A flash of white in front of her eyes stunned the Queen and she released a small shriek, grabbing her bedside table for support. "Olaf! You frightened me." Elsa smiled and sat back down on the bed, watching with interest as her friend waddled towards her. "Sorry, Elsa. I did knock but you didn't answer! I thought you might be lonely since Anna is helping Kristoff sell ice tonight." Elsa's lips curved into a small smile. She didn't quite understand how Anna found selling ice a pleasant past time, but she was equally certain there was more to their visits than just 'business'.
"Thank you, Olaf. I would love some company." Olaf climbed onto Elsa's bed and stretched himself out, his miniature storm cloud bounced slightly as he sunk into the bed. "What a day! Everyone's smiling and dancing. It's good to finally feel at home." The Queen regarded Olaf with tender eyes and nodded her head in agreement. Mimicking Olaf, Elsa fell back onto the bed and stared up at the bare ceiling. It'd be nice to have some fresh paint in the room, she thought.
Elsa took Olaf's stiff hands in hers and began to draw a swirl pattern on the roof, and another and more. Olaf's face lit up as he watched beautiful swirls and brocade patterns of ice adorn the Queen's ceiling. "Wow-ee!" It was almost like he was doing this himself. "You've gotten so much better at controlling your powers, Elsa!" They began drawing on the floors, walls and furniture, anywhere that needed that 'homey' touch. By midnight, Olaf was asleep on the couch – snoring ever so slightly.
Silence had once again found Elsa, as it always did, and she stared out her window at the moon with tired eyes and love in her heart. "Thank you." She whispered, as she drifted into sleep, she could have sworn she saw the moon smiling.
A truth Elsa had known but gradually had forgotten, that with light, comes shadows.