The storm
It was the start of the summer although inside the castle winter still prevailed. Things were out of place as was the chilly storm roaring across the hallways. Maids and servants were all lined up near the queen's chamber for any further instruction from the doctor. The new queen's life was draining out with each passing second and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The only source of light in the room was a candle flickering like the queen's breathe. The whole kingdom was frightened by this sudden disease. The staff and the servants were traumatized. The close relatives were disheveled.
The only person who had still a very thin line of hope was the royal sister. In her life she had never been afraid of anything. Her cheerful spirit had been shattered once when their parents died but never lost. Now that she saw her snowflake, her other part of her life die infront of her eyes, she could not think anything coherently. Only one thought popping always- this is not happening, she's not going to die, I won't let her die, not on my watch.
Elsa had been strong, powerful and had a very good hold of her magic, just a week ago. Then it all started with a mild fever. Like the storm which froze the fjord, it grew and ended up hovering over the very life of Anna's dearest sister. Her breaths were becoming coarser, labored. The end was near. She looked into her baby blue eyes- the unique shade of blue-ish green or greenish blue and a faint smile played on her lips.
"I love you, Anna"
Cries throughout the castle echoed as the deep blue eyes shut forever. Staff and maids were almost screaming their lungs out and crying the queen's name in mourning. Church bells started ringing. The kingdom lost its happiness. Earth lost its divineness. People lost their Goddess in the form of a human. But foremost of all, Anna lost her one and only one true love.
Anna. She was standing still like a rock. It didn't really register in her mind.
"No this can't be….this is just a nightmare I am dreaming. I just need to wake up from my sleep."
And so she did. But only to find the queen's bed chamber empty as she had found out from the past few days. Or weeks? How does it matter now? Elsa is not here anymore.
Anna's POV
My eyes still soaked up by the tears I had shredded at night I suppose. I sneak out of the bed to Elsa's study. The servants had somehow kept this place out of reach from everyone because many confidential documents and texts are kept here. But this sternness doesn't apply on me. And most importantly I feel closest to Elsa here. It's as if she's sitting on her chair scribbling something on the document and I am about to playfully convince her to join me to bed so that I can snuggle with her. Although we would have ended up on the couch instead. Everytime. But not tonight though.
I sit on one of the chair excluding the one on which Elsa used to sit. It's too precious for me to sit on it. Her touch is still present on it.
Elsa?
Her name sounds so new to me now as if nobody will give me a response when I utter that name. She would have simply stated, "Yes Anna?" the way she used to call my name. A slight hint of huskiness, curiousness and mischief. Nobody would ever be able to call my name in that way. Not even Kristoff. I know he loves me and I love him too but he cannot take Elsa's place. Never.
I stare at the ceiling. Some time ago, snow would have dusted it if Elsa would have been feeling tensed or nervous about something. Now I only see the plain roof. Blank. Just like my life. It's as if my soul has left my body. I have stopped functioning properly without her. But what can I do? She was my life breath after all.
My heart is yet not convinced that she's gone. She's here somewhere playing hide and seek like we used to play as children. She's here.
I stand up and walk towards the book shelf where Elsa's favorite book collection was kept. I take a look at all the different novels.
She had no fix genre
So like her.
She was a mystery to me. Her powers as well. It would get overpowered by her emotions. Her moods. But foremost of all, her love. For me.
Muffled cries can be heard from the study. I really need to keep a check on myself. This is going out of hands. Somehow, I have to bring my happiness back and that means I need to bring Elsa back. I don't know how? But I will.
My blurry eyes seem to again gain their focus and I search a certain thing which Elsa never allowed me to touch. Her diary.
Of course, she wasn't a fool to keep it here where I could easily peep into it. There has to be something in that diary which can help me get her back from the dead. After frantically searching the whole room with zero possibility of finding it anywhere else, I sit down on the floor over the carpet. Damn, I am tired.
Then I notice. The carpet is very unusual in itself. It is kept over a very small portion of the floor. I wonder why? Many times I have been here but never once thought of this queer arrangement. And it doesn't even look that classy. Unlike Elsa who always wanted everything to be perfect. Every little intrinsic detail just like her skin and her color needed to be perfect. Oh my dearest, Elsa. Stop it. I'm again losing focus.
I push the carpet only to get stunned by something underneath. A door to an underground passageway. I wonder where it leads to. My mind keeps reminding me to find the diary but my curiosity wins over it and I'm walking down through very steepy stairs. Finally I feel the ground underneath. And to my surprise I am standing in a very small chamber fitted only for one person and it is filled with books of all sorts.
All the books having a fixed genre. Magic. I start searching through those books to find something useful. These books are based on different types of powers a human can be born with, how to control each of them, how to manipulate it, how to bring destruction or reconstruct. Every type is present. And astonishingly, the author is the same- Elsa.
I flip through some pages. Her handwriting- so beautiful, so eloquent in itself. One or two drops of tears fall to the floor. I avoid falling them over the pages though.
Amidst all those books finally I find what I was searching for. Her diary.
Now that I have it, I find myself hesitating to open it. What if I was a burden to her? Always ruining her big moments?
No, Elsa won't think or write about me in that way
I convince myself and open it. A sudden enchantment happens within fraction of seconds. I am engulfed by a luminous source inside the diary. The diary falls with a thud to the ground.
To be continued…..
