"I think I'll name him Edwin, like his sister, Elsa." Idun said, gazing down at the pale face and brown hair.
"Perfect, prince Edwin and princess Elsa" Adgar whispered, joy filling him when he realized he was a father. The tiny baby boy howled, waking up his twin sister Elsa. She cried louder, and the king and queen laughed. Adgar picked up the baby girl and rocked her, admiring her pale strands of hair and her long black eyelashes. She peeked open her eyes and smiled, but only the littlest bit. The blue eyes matched her brother's perfectly, and a little sparkle of light twinkled in them. Adgar swelled with pride, this girl was special. "You, my Elsa, will be a leader someday; I just know it." he whispered.
"What!" He yelled, smashing his fist on the table. He took another look at the child, then erupted into a evil laugh that would surely send shivers up anyone's spine.
"Him?" He stopped for a moment then burst into laughing again.
"Why yes, he is destined to be great, to defeat you someday." The old woman said, gazing into the crystal ball at the blue baby eyes and auburn hair.
"Well," the dark figure stroked his chin, "I'll make sure he doesn't!" He flung a bag off coins on the table and leaning into the old woman's face, snarled: "And even your fortunes won't stop me." Cackling, he swept out of the cottage and into the darkness, determined to stop his dark fate. But fate can not be stopped; what is chosen, will become.
The moon shine bright as the dark figure sneaked through the shadows, slinking into the palace, through the halls, and into the queen and kings chamber. It rounded the bed silently then stood up, casting a dark shadow over the crib.
"You will never defeat me, you will never gain the throne!" His voice was soft and quiet, but menacing. A whoosh and he was gone, but only one baby remained.
He woke up in a dark forest, branches far above him clawing the pitch black sky dotted with cold stars. White snow surrounded him, but he did not feel the cold. He had remembered a mother and father, he had remembered a loving face. But all was still and dark now, lonely and frightening. He began to cry, wailing into the silence but suddenly, the clouds cleared and the full moon shone down on him, comforting him. Bushes crackled, and footsteps told him someone was coming. He batted his hands and cried again, hoping to be picked up and carried to safety. A figure looked down at him, a warm face of a woman with brown curls. She smiled and picked him up, cuddling him in her arms. Then as he fell asleep; she carried him through the forest, to a home