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A Frozen chance

Chapter one

Beware the frozen heart

"Once upon a time", announced the king as if reading a formal proclamation, "in a kingdom far, far away", he continued, his voice fading back to normal. He held the storybook so close to his face that the two girls could only see the tip of his head. "A kingdom called Arendelle."

"Hey!" Anna yelled. "That's not a far away kingdom, dad. That's our kingdom."

"I can't fool you", he smiled looking at his younger daughter. Her hair reminded him of his mothers, the way it shined with a warm honey color. But the only white strand of her hair pulled him back to reality. His thoughts were once again set on the secret.

"Continue with the story, dad", Elsa said yawning. "Otherwise she'll never fall asleep."

"Ha? Oh… oh, yes. Yes, of course."

"Is everything alright?" asked Elsa worried. She clutched the sheets of her large bed. Even when Elsa went to sleep, a pair of gloves always covered her hands.

"Yes, dear", the king replied, but worry never left his eyes. "Now, let's get back to the story."

"Finally", exclaimed Anna, putting her feet in the air and wiggling her toes.

The king cleared his throat, pulled his chair closer so that it stood right between the girls' beds, and buried his face in the pages once more.

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom of Arendelle, there lived a peaceful king and queen who brought happiness to the people."

"How did they bring happiness?" interrupted a soft voice. "If you can't touch it, how do you bring it to someone?"

"It's just a story, Anna", said Elsa rolling her eyes.

"Oh, but you can", smiled the king. "It is so simple, you see. Sometimes you can bring happiness to someone just by being there, you know. Just by existing."

"I still don't get it", sighed Anna turning on her stomach. She pushed a pillow of the bed.

"Dad, continue", said Elsa simply. She wasn't anything like her sister when it came to lying in bed, Elsa was actually lying, no twitching, no twirling, just… lying. She wasn't anything like her sister when it came to many things, actually. Elsa had silky platinum hair which under the right light seemed almost as white as the snow. She was a few years older than Anna, but she considered herself much more mature. She was the future queen, after all. She will be, that is, unless a brother suddenly decides to be born.

"Yeah, dad", agreed Anna. "Get on with the story."

"Alright, girls. Where was I?" he mumbled searching through the words. "Oh, that's right." He coughed. "The king and queen brought happiness to the people. It seemed that the kingdom lived in peaceful harmony. But one day…"

"Oh, no!" cried Anna. "I hate these parts."

"But one day a troll appeared in the kingdom."

"A troll? Dad, please, there's no such thing as trolls", Elsa claimed while Anna was covering her head with a blanket.

"Didn't you just say it was just a story?" the king smirked a bit, but then let out a laugh when Elsa gave him a grim look. "Anyway", he said returning to the book. "The troll looked like a moving stone. Covered with moss and grass, he had such big eyes that everyone in the kingdom stared at him."

"Are you sure they didn't stare because he was different?" Elsa asked, but the king gave no answer.

"Even the king and queen came out of the palace to see that wondrous creature. The royal servants came as well."

"People could leave the palace?" asked Anna shocked. Never in all her life does she remember leaving the palace.

"Yes. But those were different times", answered the king nervously. He saw Elsa shoving her hands under the covers. "When they greeted the troll, the king was preparing a glorious ball, right here in the heart of the palace."

"We have a ballroom?!" yelled Anna even more surprised. "I can't believe this."

"But the troll never wanted to dance."

"Who would have guessed that", said Elsa sarcastically.

"He was chosen amongst his family to bring a warning. A prophecy. The stars and the sky told them that a ruler will appear, right here in Arendelle. A ruler with a frozen heart."

"What?" screamed Anna. "Frozen heart? How can that be?"

"Tell her the prophecy", said Elsa. "Go ahead, tell her."

"You know the story?" asked Anna. Everything made her more confused.

The king took a deep breath like he was preparing for the worst fate of all. He looked at Elsa with deep sorrow in his eyes, but a glimpse of hope never disappeared. "Your future is bleak. Your kingdom will splinter. Your land shall be cursed with unending winter. With blasts of cold will come dark art, and a ruler with a frozen heart. Then all will perish in snow and ice, unless you are freed with a sword sacrifice."

"This is all so confusing!" screamed Anna throwing herself at the bed. "Are you sure this is a children's story?"

The king smiled, "It says so on the covers. Come, read it yourself."

"You know I can't yet!" she yelled, offended. "Tell me what happens next, please."

"Well, all of Arendelle was shocked. The royal family ran back to the palace, scared. I- I think it says right here that they decided to ignore the prophecy. But they never forgot. No one truly did. A legend was born that the frozen ruler has yet to come and then…" he paused. Tears were blocking all the words. "Then we all might…"

"No, dad! Stop!" Elsa yelled. She jumped out of the bed and hugged her father. He looked at her, his eyes full of tears. Elsa took of her glove and wiped them off. "Don't, dad."

"What's going on now?" asked Anna who just came out from under the blanket where she had hidden after the scary prophecy.

"Nothing, Anna, go to sleep", ordered Elsa.

"But I wanna hear the rest of the story!"

"There is no rest", said the king, his voice cracking on the verge of tears. "The ruler from the story has never appeared. There is nothing to be afraid, dear."

"Tomorrow you'll read us a better story, dad. This one sucks", Anna turned over and looked at the moonlit sky. "Good night, dad. Good night, Elsa. Love you."

"Good night", they responded at the same time, looking at Anna, a small bundle of joy. She made them smile once again, that's how she brought them happiness.

"Do you think she really doesn't remember?" Elsa asked, concerned.

"I'm sure of it. The trolls know what they are doing, Elsa."

"But why did you have to tell her this story? Why now?" she was getting more and more upset. She took the thick book and read a golden writing Bird watching for beginners. "She will learn to read eventually, you know that, don't you?"

"Yes. But until then, I'll use whichever book I find. Elsa, the reason I told her the story, your story, is because you won't sleep in the same room as her anymore."

"What?"

"You are moving across the hallway. First thing tomorrow."

"B-but why? I–"

"Elsa, what you did to her… We can't risk it anymore."

"No, dad…" Elsa was getting colder. She felt like each part of her body trembled in fear. She started shivering. "Give me back my glove. Now!"

The king obeyed her then stood up. "The prophecy of the ruler with the frozen heart will come true. Your powers are no coincidence, Elsa. I want to protect you."

"My heart is not frozen!" she screamed and Anna made but a snoring sound.

"No, not yet it isn't... Anna will understand what is going on one day. And that day I want her to know this story. I want her to remember each and every detail of the prophecy that will change her life."

"What if she figures out it's me sooner than you think? I don't want to live in fear, dad."

"But you do want to live." The king stepped closer to the door. As he turned the doorknob he whispered to Elsa, "You must conceal it. Stay in your room, alone. All of Arendelle knows the prophecy, don't let them in, don't let them see you. We have closed the gates for a reason. But it's harder to protect Anna from you if you share a bedroom."

"Protect her? Dad, I love her! I would never hurt her!"

"Not intentionally."

"D-dad", Elsa coughed and tiny snowflakes came out of her mouth. She jumped back in bed, shaking. She wasn't cold, no. She was afraid. "The prophecy says that the kingdom will perish in snow and ice unless there's a sword sacrifice."

"Yes."

"Does that mean I'll have to…" she burst in tears. "Does that mean I'll have to die?"

The king looked as if he would be the happiest to just say 'no', but he closed his eyes and whispered, "I don't know."

"I'm… I'm scared, dad."

"You should be, Elsa. Beware the frozen heart", he closed the door and left.

Elsa stood in her bed, crying. Tears soaked up her gloves. The sounds of weeping sorrow didn't wake Anna up. She just twisted in her bed, making her white strand of hair messier with each turn. She was sleeping, not knowing about her sister's fears. Not knowing about her cry when she realized she could never be who she truly was, that she would never be accepted. Maybe the ruler's heart wasn't frozen from the beginning, maybe the ice came from the cold of every single person looking at her like a freak. Maybe the cold was thrust upon her.

But the cold never bothered her, anyway.