Hey, so just some notes for future reference;
Elsa is about ten in this and Anna is about six.
About every two chapters they will go up in age, I will decide later how much.
Please do not leave hate, if you do not like Elsanna then do not read this story.
And please comment fav or offer some constructive criticism. That would be wonderful, please enjoy the story.
The king tentavily tried to pull his daughter away from the carriage, as expected he was met with much resistance and almost found himself the victim of many bruises. The queen may have taken some contentment from the situation if she had not been steading her own daughter in place. Though Elsa was much older than the girl flayling her limps opposite them, she still seemed to have about the same temperament. The girl struggled against her mothers arms hoping to make a hasty retreat under the confines of her silken covers. Neither parent could seem to contain their children, castle staff assigned to the perimeter came to the aid the struggling king and soon the younger girl was pried off the now departing carriage.
The young king swiftly regained his composure, catching his breath, he turned to greet the beautiful woman mearly meters away.
"My fair Maria, too many years have past since we last spoke. And a day you haven't aged, my dear."
The eldest of the two daughters visibly cringed, forming a strange facial expression to which the younger of both girls couldn't help but giggle at.
A second passed before the king strode across to the awaiting queen, who graciously lifted her hand which the the king seized in his own.
"My, it has been such a long time, not a day has passed where You haven't slipped my memory. And if my eyes do not deceive me, you have given your kingdom quite the beautiful little princess." The queen shifted her gaze the freckled girl hiding behind her father.
"Come now Anna, greet your new mother. "
Skittishly, she crept out from behind her fathers back and looked up to view the woman she would now be calling her mother. Insecurities flooded the young princess and suddenly a wave of bashfullness came over her, a quick attempt to retreat was foiled as the king held his daughter in place. His hands were firmly situated on her shoulders, the grasp was gentle yet had an air of aggressiveness to it. Feeling as if her neck had stiffened significantly within the past few moments, the princess struggled to look her father in the eye. No doubt, she'd be greeted with disappointment, regret, it was all in his eyes. Anna recollects memrories of her father greeting dignitaries, a smile would never leave his face, yet in instances where he would allow her to observe transactions or miscellaneous meetings, she could see years of stress and resentment come out in handshakes, honeyed words and gazes. The little things he did, we're the actions that spoke the loudest.
"Come now Anna, don't be shy. What happened to all that energy when you wouldn't let go of the carriage?" With glazed eyes and tears threatening to fall, Anna desperately clutched to her father burying her face into the thick fur coat he wore. Expecting a warm embrace or soothing words from her father to calm her, she was instead greeted with a gentle hand that came to rest upon her shoulder. The touch was strange, cold, yet it seemed to leave a burning feeling throughout her arm. Anna reluctantly opened her eyes, a sullen gaze met with an all too comforting stare. a soothing voice which could have calmed the even the most exacerbated of people, made her feel at ease.
"Anna? Why don't I show you my room? I heard you like fairy tales, I have a collection you can look at." The queen seemed more so surprised than any other with Elsa's words. Unsure of her daughters sincerity, and with great hesitation, the queen agreed to the idea and ushered them both off. Almost as if she were in a rush, Elsa removed her palm off Anna's shoulder, only for it to clasp delicately over the younger girls own hand. For a brief moment, Anna remembers the encounter the queen and her father had, didn't something similar happen like this? She wondered whether her father was making the same face Elsa made not nearly minutes ago.
It was soft, the tug at her hand. It graciously pulled her along as the two began to depart from their parents, hand in hand. Anna was almost tempted to intertwine their fingers, it was almost surreal.
She hastily decided against it, she instead just embraced the feeling of the sweet contact between them.
The two hadn't got nearly gotten passed through the gardens when Elsa had abruptly stopped, halting both the girls and causing a somewhat awkward silence to form between them. Elsa was the first to break the silence, with endearing eyes boring into Anna.
"I dont believe I had the chance to indroduce myself earlier, I am Princess Elsa LaMarche. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
Slightly taken aback by the formality in which her now-to-be-sister is addressing her, Anna second guessed how she herself should address Elsa. Unsure and slightly confused, all Anna could think of what to was to curtsy. She did exactly that. Lifting the hem of her dress slightly and bowing, she wondered whether she looked somewhat regal or proper. Elsa effortlessly seemed to portray a certain demure persona, like a queen in some ways.
"I'm sorry to hear about your late mother, our kingdom passes on its condolences."
A nod was all Anna could manage, any thoughts of her mother could and shall be pushed deep into the recesses of her mind.
"I can't even to possibly begin to imagine what you are going through. But please-" She felt a slight tug on her hand as Elsa tightened her grip. "- don't hesitate to confide in me, Anna."
Another nod.
She distinctly remembers her fathers words as they departed their kingdom in the carriage and before again they arrived, "Under no circumstances are you to mention your mother Anna, we have a new family now. The past is in the past, we must move on." A pause. "For the good of our kingdom"
"Thank you." It was forced, the weight of the grief caused by her deceased mother and the wishes of her father had her torn. Unshed tears still waiting to fall clung to corners of the young princess. She wouldn't let them fall, not here, not at all.
"- And these are my chambers." Anna eyed the intricate patters and details which cascaded along the walls. Snowflakes. Several shades of blue with small hints of other bright
Colours.
"Your room is beautiful, it's like a fairy tale."
The older girl smiled sheepishly before burying her face once more in the plethora of books amongst the shelves.
What drew her attention next were the two large canopies in the room, no doubt one was for her. Deep green silk fell elegantly down from golden trimmed columns.
So, they would be sharing rooms?
"You can come over here Anna, no need to be shy."
It's not that she was shy, just hesitant.
Though she scurried over to stand beside Elsa, she almost gasped when she saw shelves upon shelves of books. Each book with a different binding or cover, like the walls of Elsa's chambers, they too had complex and intricate patterns. Anna briefly marveled in the sheer magnificence of so many pieces of literature.
A small hand lightly stroked the spine of one book in particular, if she was not mistaken this had been one of her favorite tales.
Gently, she pulled the book out of the shelf, careful not to damage the already fragile looking book.
A smile crept upon the young girls face as her suspicions were confirmed.
Elsa chortled lightly, Anna briefly wondered why.
"You like that story do you?" Her stare had a subtle hint of eagerness hiding within it. Anna nodded, she traced her finger along the words, a smile edged its way onto her features as she read them aloud.
"The Snow Queen."