The Ice Queen stood in the blizzard, staring down at the child she had found. She bent down and picked the child up. She was cold to the touch, it was surprising she hadn't died of the cold. Elsa moved into the light to get a better look at the child. She looked about one year. Her hair was as white as the blizzard that was forming around them. Her eyes sparked an ice blue. The child was pale, but seemed healthy. Elsa smiled at the child. The winter months were dawning, it was unusual for a blizzard this early in the season.
Elsa figured it must be herself making the storm. She waved her hand to stop it. Nothing happened. She frowned, glancing down at the child a daunting idea dawned on her. The child was creating the storm. She felt the storm grow heavier around her. She was about to abandon the cursed child, but figures appeared around her. They were whispering something. Elsa shut out the sound of the storm as the whispering grew louder.
"The child shall be born from ice and snow, she shall have great power that is untold. She shall become powerful. She will learn the ways of ice and snow. The abandoned child, shall be named for what she controls. Her frozen heart shall only be melted by the person who accepts her for who she is. The child shall have everlasting life, the child will be born from ice and snow." Elsa glanced at the child, who stared back at her. The child gave a small giggle letting a blast of snow out of her hand.
"You can't stay here" Elsa told the child "It's not safe for you"
Elsa smiled at the child.
"Snow" Elsa told the child "Your name shall be Snow, and I think I know a place where you shall be safe"
Elsa cradled the child and headed towards the ice castle on the North Mountain. The place she had hidden all those years ago, but Elsa couldn't abandon her kingdom, she couldn't abandon her sister. Elsa was going to continue to lead her kingdom, she was going to protect the child, her child. Even if it meant keeping her locked up.
