My day was going perfectly fine until shortly after noon. I was on my way to Her Majesty's study with a small stack of papers from the local merchant's guild concerning a possible expansion of their headquarters. The moment I saw the frost coating the walls and felt the snow upon my hair I knew something was extremely wrong. The Queen was normally in full control of her powers; save the occasional flurry when she was annoyed, but an incident on this scale hadn't happened in months. I picked up my pace, moving as fast as I could without slipping on the ice-coated floor. By the time I reached the Queens study door the temperature was low enough to make my teeth chatter and my suit to start frosting over. I gripped the handle and prepared for whatever lay beyond.
In all the years I had known Her Majesty Queen Elsa I had never seen her in the state that she was in now. Snow flew through the frigid air, pelting me mercilessly. And then I saw her, huddled in the corner, tears frozen mid-way down her cheeks. I worked my way towards her and knelt next to her, calmly placing my hand on her shoulder. She stiffened at the contact and when her eyes met mine they were wide in fear. Then they lit up in recognition as she let loose a sob and lunged toward me, wrapping her arms around me as she cried. I stroked her back and whispered words of comfort into her ear as the winds died down and the temperature slowly rose. Only when the room was mostly back to normal did I speak.
"What's wrong Your Majesty? What happened?" I asked worriedly. She looked broken. It took a few more minutes before she answered and when she did it was so quiet I almost didn't hear her. "I've ruined it." My eyebrows rose. "You ruined what exactly?" I handed her my handkerchief as I spoke. She wiped her eyes and nose before she replied. "I ruined my relationship with Anna. I did something that will make her hate me." She broke down again at that. She cried into my shoulder, silent except for small whimpers that broke my heart. "What did you do Elsa?" She looked up at me before hiding her face in her hands. I...I don't want you to hate me too. I couldn't take it." I sighed. "Elsa. I've known you since we were both children. Your father; Gods rest his soul, took me in when no one else would. I grew up with you, I watched you grow from a small, shy girl to the magnificent queen you are now. I have never turned my back on you, nor will I. You can say nothing that will make me hate you." She smiled sadly at that. "Now, what happened?" She stiffened and looked away before responding. "I...told Anna that I w-was in love with her. T-then I-I k-kissed her." My eyebrows shot up at that. "Well, that was certainly not what I expected. And then what happened?" "She just stared at me and I ran." I sighed. "Then how do you know that she hates you? Did she say that?" "No but-" "Then you can't know she hates you." I interrupted. I released her and stood, holding out a hand. She rose; staring up at me, eyes shining with unshed tears and unfathomable gratitude. "Now, we should find your sister. When we do, let me talk to her first. Alright?" Elsa nodded.
We headed to Anna's room first, only to find it deserted. Then, the kitchen. Then the gardens. All deserted. Finally I realized where she was. The portrait gallery. As we approached the doors Elsa clung tightly to my arm, fear evident on her face. I looked at her and silently embraced her. She sniffled into my chest before looking up at me. She looked so small and fragile, it nearly made me weep. "I'll only be a few minutes Elsa, and then you can talk to her." "Okay." She responded, her voice small. With one last glance, I stepped into the gallery.
