It'd be an accident, that was something she was always push others to believe,, though honestly, that crazy woman really did deserve it. The pompous young tutor, a woman with an overly upturned nose and a falsified waist shoved open the doors like she'd owned the place, the heavy mahogany almost striking her two newest pupils.
"Ella! Annie! Where are you girls?" she called in an irritating singsong tone. Her stuffy, almost humorous accent explained in itself that she was a foreigner.
The two children crept out from the corner of the room, the elder with a protective arm around the baby of the family. "Right here, Ma'am. Are you-"
"Miss Hamlen, yes, yes, darling, you must be Princess Ella!"
"Elsa," the oldest girl, just under 8 years old, explained flatly, "and this is Anna."
"Oh how quaint, such cute little things you are, now ladies, we'd best get to work, Arabelle is going to have the loveliest queen and the most adorable, um-" she turned her attention to Anna, "the most adorable spare!"
"It's Arendelle, ma-"
"I'm not a spare!"
Miss Hamlen raised an eyebrow at the youngest girl, who's cheeks were glowing red with frustration already. She didn't say anything, but as she turned her her and began to head in the other direction, her eyes rolled dramatically and mumbled something about children, though Elsa hadn't been able to make out exactly what.
"Now what do you two know about the art of etiquette?" She sat on the desk and crossed her legs. That was the kings desk, both princesses noted, clearly she didn't know much about etiquette herself. "As a master of it myself, your parents have brought me in lead you in the path to true grace and style, like myself."
Miss Hamlen roughly dropped a stack of books into each of the girls arms, advising them to put them on their heads, chastised them for giggling over the stack toppling to the ground, scolded them for being what they were, little girls.
"Elsa," Anna whispered when she was sure the tutor wasn't listening, "Elsa, do the magic!"
"Shh, she'll-"
"Come on Elsa," the little girl encouraged, flashing a toothless grin, "please."
Perhaps it hadn't been an accident after all. She had very much done it on purpose, not that anyone ever needed to know that little detail. As she stood in the window rambling, Miss Hamlen payed little attention to the girls. She hadn't so much as looked back to see the tiny white flakes that surrounded her pupils hands.
"Do you girls find it a tad chilly in here? It's beautiful weather outside though..." She trailed off, her eyes still locked on the windows. As she continued to stare, her teeth began to stick together, her mouth growing colder by the second.
"'Y eef! I eef!" She shrieked through her frozen lips, desperately trying to melt the ice. In a fit of sheer hysteria, she ran out of the room, her oversized skirts practically knocking the children to the ground as passed.
"Elsa?" Anna managed to say through fits of giggles, "Can we go build a snowman now?"
Elsa never saw her tutor again, according to gossip she'd overheard, the woman was convinced she had been cursed in Arendelle, she'd happened the first boat back to the southern isles and never looked back.
Not that anyone in Arendelle ever complained.
thanks for reading! I'm still debating on if I'm going to leave this as a one shot or do other things similar, but for now I'm pretty happy with it, I hope it was a decent use of your time! 3 oh, and cookies for anyone who knows what the idea for this came from! They're fresh:)