Chapter 1
Received
Elsa sat writing at a desk, a furrow of worry blanketing her brow. Her gloved fingers made penmanship about as easy as modeling clay with no fingers. Throwing the pen down in anger, she shrunk back, sighing deeply into the chair.
Standing, she paced quietly over to the window, where her gaze settled on a mail carrier standing at the open gates in the front of her palace. Someone will get that, she thought to herself. Placing both her gloved palms on the window's seal, she lazily drug her eyes across the snowy landscape around her. Her Kingdom was flourishing besides the cold, thanks to her new found confidence in leading a country full of wonderful, jolly people. Just over a year ago, she had escaped to the mountains, planning on never returning. For a moment, that same fear sparked her heart, and she glazed down at her hands, gritting her teeth in impatience at them. No matter how wonderful a Queen she was, she still couldn't fully control the swirling crystals that bounced restlessly against her fingertips.
A knock at the door snapped her away from her thoughts, and she called.
"Come in." Her voice was cool.
The door slid open, and her sister stepped inside. A grin rested on her small lips, the same grin that almost never left them. She walked slowly towards her sister, letters held against her chest.
"Good Morning, Elsa." Anna yawned, meeting her sisters eyes.
"Good Morning. Is this mail for me?" Elsa said, eying the packages in her sisters grasp.
"Yes, it is." Anna placed the letters on Elsa's desk, coming back to look out the large window with her. "You don't seem...yourself." Anna said at last, worry foaming in her words.
"Oh, no I'm fine, really. Just this writing business," She glanced at her hands. "Its hard not to freeze the pens." She sighed.
Anna let out a little laugh, and Elsa couldn't help but smile at her. "Elsa, if worrying about freezing pens is all you're worked up about, then I'd say you're a lucky Queen."
Elsa nodded. "You're right," She giggled. "I guess I am lucky. This whole Kingdom supports me, supports us, without question."
Anna smiled. "The people are wonderful, really." She let a frown crease her lips for a moment. "But sometimes I wish...I wish it wasn't us." Her voice trailed quietly.
Elsa knew exactly what she meant. "I miss them too, Anna." Elsa comforted quietly.
Anna smiled again.
"Do you think our parents are happy with us? I mean, are they pleased with...my leadership?" Elsa asked, and Anna took a short breath.
"We are all doing the best we can. And the Kingdom is happy, we're plentiful. So I'm sure they are proud of you, Elsa." Anna said.
Elsa sighed, and suddenly her sister's arms hung gently around her, and she embraced her hug. "I'm proud of you, so why wouldn't our parents be?" Anna said, releasing Elsa and straightening her own dress. "But, being Queen still means you have to deal with that mail." Anna smirked, pointing at the desk.
"But I-" Elsa tried.
"No 'buts' Missy." Anna teased. "Its your duty. Now, I have to go and wake Kristoff. There's a big ice delivery today in the Schalvler."
"Schalveler? But I thought he just delivered there last week?" Elsa said, picturing the neighboring Kingdom and its great waterfalls that it was so known for.
"He did." Anna smiled. "But they ordered more. He's already late, lazy bones, he still has to get Sven ready too." Anna giggled.
"All right. Well, I'll see you tonight then? At dinner?" Elsa asked.
"Of course." Anna bowed teasingly, and left with a spurt of giggles.
Right, Elsa thought. Time for mail. She huffed and sat again at her desk, picking up the top most letter in the neat pile on her desk. Gentle writing addressed her personally, and she raised a brow at the lettering.
To Queen Elsa Of Arendelle
Elsa stared for quite a while at the marks on the envelope, turning it slowly to reveal a wax seal, encrypted with a decorated and fancy letter D. Tapping the letter, she took her letter knife and ripped the seal, suddenly needing to know the contents below the envelopes surface. Unfolding the paper within, she sat back, held the letter up to her face, and read:
Elsa,
My name is Danesk, and I'm sorry for the suddenness of the this letter. You see, I am family to you, a sister of your mother. As your aunt, I bet your wondering just exactly why you didn't know that I existed. Well, its because I, like you, contain the curse.
Elsa almost chocked. What was this, some sort of joke? An aunt? Surely her mother would have told her about an aunt. Especially if...if her mother knew someone who had the curse like Elsa. She swallowed, reading on:
Your mother and I were twins, if you'll believe it. When I was born with white hair and she was born with brown, my mother new instantly that something was different about me. My parents were never as understanding and caring about my curse as I have been told yours were. When I was fifteen years of age, my parents locked me away, ordering that I be closely monitored and never allowed to see another person until I was rid of the ice inside me. They blamed me, believed I chose the curse, and chose what came with it.
I was horribly angry with them, who wouldn't be? In an act of disobedience, I would practice my magic in my cell, every waking moment of my life. I learned the extent of what I could do, and I grew to love and embrace my powers. Your mother was the only one who ever understood me. Of course she didn't exactly know why I was the way I am, but she visited me whenever possible. I'd show her what I could do, and she loved it. We were close...so close.
Then, an idea struck me. I could control my powers, couldn't I? Your sister and I devised a plan to get me out, and she told my parents that I had finally decided to cast my curse away, that I had learned my lesson. When they set me free, it was so joyful. I was allowed back into the palace, back into my home. I learned then that my parents told no one of my powers, for when they locked me up, they had told the Kingdom that I had been killed. As you can imagine, this outraged me even more. My own parents had faked my death, only to cover themselves in fear that the Kingdom would cast them out.
Elsa blinked. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine. Her parents could have done this to her as well. But still, why had her mother hid from her the fact that she had an aunt? With the same curse?
One day, your mother and I were in our room, the only place I ever dared let my magic free. Somehow our parents found us, and they tried to take me away. I was young, so stupid. I did everything I could to keep them away from me, and tried with all my might not to hit them with the ice. My father leaped at me, and in fear I struck out, the ice missing him by an inch. Suddenly, there was a scream so petrifying I can still hear it...I hit your mother. My own sister, I had stuck her in the stomach.
I was put away again. Destined to rot in a cell for something I had accidentally done. A week later, I was surprised to see my sister, she had come down to visit me. I told her how sorry I was, how I didn't mean it. But there was something in her eyes that told me she'd never forgive me.
Then, I was told the truth. Our parents had taken her to a specialist, a seer of the future. Instantly, she told my sister that since she had been struck by ice in the abdomen, her first born would contain the curse...
Elsa couldn't breathe. Her heart was pounding so hard that she felt it might explode, and she threw the letter back to the table. Pacing, she felt dizzy, coming back to her chair to stare at the letter. Fighting back tears, she picked it up once more, finishing its words:
...Your mother was so scared, Elsa. And so was I, I wept for days. That was the last time I ever saw her, your mother. I recently learned the news of her and your father's passing, and my dear, I'm am so dreadfully sorry. If only I had known you had been born, and contained the curse, I would have wrote sooner.
To finalize, I will be visiting Arendelle on the day of June the seventh, at precisely seven o'clock p.m. I do hope this letter has been received by them, for it would be an awful lot to explain in words. I hope you will receive me, for there is so much I long to speak with you about.
With love,
Danesk of Arkinvale
Elsa sprung herself back to reality when a tear drop shook the paper in her hands. She stood, composing herself, and folding the letter neatly, shoved it back into it's envelope. She paced quickly to the door, yelling through the hall.
"Anna! Anna, come here, please!" Elsa almost ran to Anna's room, where she found it empty. She paced to the gardens, to the kitchen, everywhere, but to no avail.
"My Queen? What is it you need?" A staff member asked, concern dripping from her voice.
"Anna. Where is she?" Elsa asked, her own voice hoarse with need.
"She's just left, your Majesty. On and ice delivery with Kristoff." The servant had barely finished before Elsa paced to the front doors, ripping them open to see Anna speeding off at the end of the town's main road.
Elsa stepped back inside, her breath coming in reps of confused worry. She looked up to a staff member with a soft face. "Linark, what day is it?"
"My Queen, its the Seventh of June." She took a step towards Elsa, out stretching her hand. "Are you alright?"
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Update- 3/5/15
{Hey guys! It's been forever! Anyways, I'm picking this story back up to finish it. While doing so, I'm going back through and doing a bit of editing to all the chapters. So, expect a bunch of updates! Thanks, please leave comments!}