Winter
Prologue
During the seventh age misery will come upon the land.
A child will be born, ice its very heart.
Thus the age of eternal winter shall begin.
The kingdom of Arendelle rejoiced when their Queen gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
However, that same year summer never came.
And as the child grew, exploring the wonders of the world with its crystal blue eyes, the kingdom lived through a hell it had never seen before.
This hell was white. And cold. Unbearably cold.
The ones who managed to stay alive and keep their sanity started... noticing things.
"The little Princess, she was outside, I saw her again."
"The cold doesn't seem to affect her, does it?"
"She's so quiet. Something's wrong with her."
"The other day my daughter played with her, now she's sick!"
"She's cursed!"
"One time I saw her shaping human forms out of snow."
"And talking to them!"
"Witch!"
"Our misery is her fault! She should burn at the stake!"
They needed to blame someone, so it wasn't safe for the little Princess anymore. In desperation, the King and Queen locked her up in the most isolated room in the castle to protect her, as well as protect themselves. For, whereas they wouldn't dare speak it, they couldn't deny the strange connection between the child's birth and this unnatural winter.
One day though, not long after the unfortunate events, the castle was shaken by panicked screams, and in the little Princess' room the royal couple was met with a most unsettling sight.
Everything, carpet, walls, furniture, was covered in a thick layer of ice. Icicles were hanging from the ceiling and tiny ice crystals floating in the air. In the middle of it all, the little girl.
"Mama?"
Her voice was weak.
The servants pointed to the frozen body at the Princess's feet and shivered.
"Is he dead?"
"She's cursed!"
"Witch.."
"Burn her!"
"ENOUGH!"
Silence.
"Get out! I don't want to see any of you here!"
They obeyed the King's orders.
The Queen approached the girl, knelt down and put her arms around her.
"Mama... I like warm hugs."
The next day what had to be done was discussed at the royal court. Though the answer was clear.
The cursed child must disappear. At once.
It was a dark night when the Princess of Arendelle was led to a carriage that would transport her into an uncertain future. She showed no resistance.
Her mother dropped to her knees and hugged her tightly. Her father patted her head.
"Elsa..."
She caressed her face.
"Elsa, look at me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Elsa didn't utter a word. Servants pushed her inside and the carriage departed into the shadows.
"Let her go. She was a mistake."
The Queen was in pain as darkness swallowed her firstborn.
Please forgive me!