So this is just something a little different I'm going to attempt a sort of Elsa as a villian, so tell me if you guys like it :)
Joy and celebration filled the kingdom of Arendelle, as the news spread quickly of their Queen ,Idun, giving birth to her second baby daughter.
The was to be a ceremony to celebrate the birth of the princess, held at the castle and all the closest neighbouring kingdoms had come to join the celebration.
One of these kingdoms was that of the Southern Isles. The ruler, King Freidhelm, was very close to the King of Arendelle, they had known each other since they were young and planned to one day unite their kingdoms.
When Elsa, his eldest daughter, was born, the King's initial idea was to give her hand in marriage to one of Freidhelm's many sons. But soon after her birth, Elsa's strange, unnatural ability to create ice and snow was already revealing itself. Whenever she cried, frost would form against her crib and the temperature in the room would drop suddenly. The King then knew that he could never offer his daughter's hand in marriage, or really allow her to rule the kingdom one day. To him, she wasn't his daughter, she was a monster, a monster that should be hidden away for good. He planned to lock her away in the castle's highest tower, so that no one would ever discover the dark secret, but Queen Idun wouldn't allow it.
But today, on this occasion, the King gave strict orders that Elsa was to be kept occupied in her room and not to come out until every single guest had left the castle, he just couldn't risk it.
The party was held in the ballroom, all the guests stood amongst each other, deep in conversation whilst the King and Queen sat regally on their thrones, the newborn baby, Anna, laid fast asleep in her crib not too far away as guests cooed at her.
"Such a beautiful baby!" A Duchess complimented, smiling at the child.
Anna wriggled in her sleep, but didn't stir once, her little tufts of ginger hair sticking up on her tiny head.
At that moment, King Freidhelm began to walk over with his wife, Arabella, and their youngest son, of just four years of age.
"Ah, Freidhelm, there you are!" The King greeted him, rising to give him a friendly hug.
"Agdar! How are you? It's been a long time," Freidhelm peered over at Anna's crib, "So this is the new little princess?"
"Yes, Anna." King Agdar said, then he looked towards Freidhelm's young son who was almost hiding behind his father, "And who's this fine young man?"
Freidhelm turned to his son and then back at Walter, "This here is Hans, our youngest."
"And last." Arabella put in quietly.
"How old is he?" Agdar questioned.
"Four." Freidhelm answered, rubbing Hans' hair affectionately.
"Freidhelm! You've messed up his hair!" Arabella muttered, carefully brushing back Hans auburn hair.
"Bit of a mothers boy." Freidhelm chuckled quietly to Agdar.
"So," He straightened up, his tone more serious, "About this matter of aligning our kingdoms, with the new born being another girl, we should still be able to go forward with the idea, right?"
"Ah, yes," Agdar turned to his wife, "Idun and I have discussed the matter, and she and I have agreed to the betrothal of Anna and one of your sons."
"Well Hans here is the youngest and closest to her age, I mean it only seems fair the little princess to marry someone not too much older." Freidhelm said, placing his hands on Hans' shoulders.
"There we are then!" Agdar clasped his hands in delight, "All we need to do now is get through the paperworks and our Kingdoms are basically aligned."
"Not until Anna is married, dear." Idun reminded him.
"Of course yes, but all in good time." He smiled to himself, walking over to Anna's crib and with his little finger her stroked her cheek delicately, "A little Queen in the making," He whispered to himself. The little girl upstairs was nothing more than a witch to him, a witch that needed to be rid of and soon.