Have you ever learned something about yourself that set you apart from everyone else? Something that you had to store into the deepest, darkest corner of your heart, for fear of what others would say if they found out? Or perhaps you were forced, at one time or another, to push away a person you loved. Perhaps it was for their own good, but maybe they just didn't see it that way. Or maybe you had someone whose love you valued more than anything else, and you ended up losing them to something you could have prevented. If you've experienced any of these, I can relate. I know what you're going through, because I've been there and back again. The good news is, things get better. Things will always get better. This is one reason why I am writing this. To whoever reads this, whenever you're reading this, I simply want to send a message. As long as you continue loving the people who matter most to you, you will never lose hope. Because when you love someone, and they love you back, then no matter how badly your life turns out, no matter how many mistakes you might make, things will always get better.
Oh, but how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Elsa. I am the queen of a small kingdom known as Arendelle. If you happen to be reading this, chances are you have heard of my sister, Anna, and the wonderful things she accomplished. Yes, everyone knows the story of my sister, and how she saved Arendelle from an eternal winter by sacrificing her very life to save her dear sister (that would be me). The tale has spread fast around my small kingdom, and even to other nations. As of now, the entire world knows of my sister's exploits. I couldn't be happier for her; she has become a worldwide celebrity. But there's another side to all this; namely, my own reputation. With fame comes gossip. Especially when you're born with a gift as rare and dangerous as mine. Elsa the Witch, some people call me. Elsa the Sorceress. The wicked queen who unleashed an eternal winter upon her kingdom, and froze her sister's heart. This is another reason why I write here; I want to put an end to these rumors, so that people could understand who I really was when it all happened. Not a malicious, wicked witch who cursed her kingdom, but a scared, misunderstood young woman, afraid of the world and the evils it held.
As I mentioned earlier, I was born with a gift. A strange and powerful gift that, for the longest time, I had been viewing as a curse. This is the story of how I turned that curse into a blessing. This is my story. The story of Elsa the Snow Queen.
