April 8th, the official worst day of my messed up life. I was walking to the kitchen to eat breakfast, when there was knock at the door. I froze. Should I open it? Or should I just get someone else? I mean, I have the gloves on. Whoever was out there knocked again, so I decided just to open up the door. When I opened it, it was the script. He was crying. "Princess Elsa, Princess Elsa, oh I have terrible news, my lady!" he said quickly. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you. Maybe a servant could tell you," he thought out loud. "Bring me Lady Alva," he announced. I rushed to get Alva. Alva was one of our most trusted servants, and she was like family to me. Sometimes I call her Aunt Alva. I went to the living room where she was talking to Anna. "Alva!" I said louder than I expected. "What is it, dear?" she responded. "There's someone at the door for you," I said quieting my voice. "Anna, I'll be right back," she said rushing to the door. As soon as she was out of earshot, Anna tried talking to me. Though, I ignored her, Anna was quite stubborn. "Elsa, I haven't talked to you in years. Why can't just have a normal sisterly talk?" she questioned me. "Because, we can't. That's just the way it is." I said harshly. I stood up ready to walk out of the living room when Alva came back. She looked pale and ready to burst out in tears any second. "Girls, I have some bad news," she said quietly. She sat down on the sofa next to Anna, and I sat down on the opposite side of her. She looked at us. I was worried. Mother and Father were not here to help, because they had gone on some royal business trip or something. "You know your parents had gone on that trip to Weselton to discuss the trading. Unfortunately, they never made it there," she said sadly. She looked at our confused faces. "There was a storm that came out of nowhere. The captains did all they could do. The storm destroyed the ship. No one survived," she explained. I felt dead. My parents are gone. How am I going to control my powers now? Thoughts raced through my mind until Alva said something, "Hey, it's okay. Do you want to hear a story?" Neither Anna or I moved. "Well, fifteen years ago, I lost my husband." I hardly remember that. Anna was just a baby. I don't remember any details, because I was only two. "I felt like my life was over. I hated the world. I only saw it as a killing machine. Until your mother came to my house one day. She told me a story, about a little girl. The little girl was going to a sleepover. But she was packing the night before and she couldn't find her favorite skirt. She finally found it and went to the sleepover. When she was going to wear it the next day, she found it had a tear in it. She couldn't wear a torn skirt! So she had to borrow a skirt from her friend." She looked at our confused faces. "Girls, do you know what the moral of that story is?" she asked. Anna and I shook our heads. "The moral of the story is; some things aren't what you think they are," she said. And suddenly, I didn't feel so bad anymore.