Chapter One-Exposition

Arendelle, year 2011. Nothing relatively abnormal in the country since the freeze of 1684. 5 year old Elsa is daughter of radical Catholics Ian Delanor and Diane Delanor. For the most part Elsa and her family are happy. Elsa and her mother are descendants of the infamous snow queen Elsa Swan, but it seems that the magical genetics have died from the blood line. Nothing out of the ordinary in this happy family. Elsa enjoys her dolls and coloring books, spending time with her family in the park or swimming. Her parents were proud as they watched her learn and grow. They were even more proud when they enrolled Elsa in kindergarten. Elsa, though wasn't too happy about it. But what kid would be? Going to a strange new place and you have to go alone, what kid would like that? Elsa was unsure of what to make of it as she looked to her mom. "Mama, are you sure they won't be mean to me?"

"Now why would they be mean to you, sweetie?"

"Cause my hair is all white and stuff. Your hair isn't, and daddy only has a little bit of white in his hair," the little girl pouted. "I look like our great great greaty great grandma Elsa Swan. What if they make fun of me cause of that?"

Her mother's soft green eyes gazed in her daughter's azure eyes. "Sweetie, I'm sure those kids have better things to do than make fun of you for who you look like. And it only makes sense that you'd look like her, she is a relative."

"A dead relative," Elsa stuck out her tongue. "Do I have to go to school?"

"Of course baby doll. How else would you learn what you need to know?"

"You and daddy could teach me. You guys know everything!" She flung her arms out, her little poofy sleeves flailing.

"Oh baby doll we can't. The government wouldn't like that and then mommy and daddy would get in trouble. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No, Mommy. I just don't wanna go…" She pouted, her lower lip sticking out.

"Keep making that face and it'll stick."

"Really?" Elsa blinked. "Neat!" She squished her cheeks together, giggling. Her mother simply shook her head as she took her daughter to the car and put her in the car seat. Ian brought out Elsa's new backpack with her supplies and lunchbox and sat in the front seat along side Diane. Elsa was relatively quiet during the drive to her new school, pouting and staring out the window. When they arrived to the school, Elsa frowned. "I don't wanna go! I just know they're gonna be mean to me!"

Diane sighed. "Sweetie, you have to go. We'll be back to pick you up at one."

"What time is it now?" Elsa blinked.

"It's 8 a.m., baby girl," her father answered.

Elsa blinked a few times. "Oh my snow, that is so far away!" She saw her mom get out to get her out and snuggled into her toddler seat, holding onto seat belt straps. "No!" she frowned.

Diane sighed and shook her head, opening the car door. "I know you don't like it but you have to go. And you are. That's final." She unbuckled her daughter and took her from the toddler seat in the car.

"How many kids go to this school anyway? 100? 200? 9 billion?" Elsa crossed her arms as her father got out and handed Elsa her backpack and lunchbox. "There's so many people that are gonna be mean, I'm calling it now."

Ian shook his head. "You're making a big deal out of nothing, Elsa. Kids will tease each other, that's just how kids are. But it's all in good fun."

Elsa just ignored her parents' word as they brought her up the steps of Arendelle Elementary School. Her little eyes darted back and forth, seeing multiple people staring at her. She pulled her hoodie up over her head and frowned, already hating her first day of school. As her parents took her into the office, she noticed there were kids playing all sorts of games and having fun. Fun she probably wouldn't get to have. These kind of thoughts were wrong for a girl her age to be having, right? Surely they were. Elsa shook her head, coming from her own little world to meet her principal. "Oh uh hello. I'm sorry I wasn't listening. What's your name again?"

The black haired woman smiled. "I am Ms. Ylora. It's a pleasure to meet you. I do hope you'll enjoy your first few years here with us." She held out her hand.

Elsa blinked. "What am I supposed to do with that?"

"It's a handshake." Her father replied. "You grab her hand and shake it." Elsa sighed and did as she was told. "Good job, baby girl."

"Do you have to go?" Elsa turned and watched her parents start walking to the office doors that led to the parking lot.

"You'll be fine, Elsa," her father smiled and followed Diane out.

Elsa sighed, a little upset that she had to face this new place alone. Sure there were other kids but who knew how she'd be treated by them. And if she was right, she would be treated meanly. As she followed the principal to her new class, she took note of other kids hair colors. She saw blonde, brown, black and some red. But no white hair. She pulled her hood up over head again as they slowed and stopped by a big door that was numbered 25. Elsa nodded, not really hearing what was said as she was led inside. As they walked in, Elsa noticed everyone stop and stare at her, some whispering to each other about her. "Great," she muttered. "I can tell this will be a sucky year." Ms. Yloa showed Elsa her seat, explained the teacher was late and left. The silence echoed eerily in the class. Elsa was beginning to think her head would explode from the silence when the teacher walked in.

"Good morning class. I'm Ms. Jody. Let's begin with roll call." She began reading out names then got to Elsa's. "Elsa Delanor?"

Elsa reluctantly raised her hand. "Here," she muttered.

Another silence followed, and Elsa heard a few people gasp and start muttering.

"Elsa?"

"As in that evil queen lady who froze our home way back before t.v was invented?"

"Elsa…"

"Hey do you think she has ice magic too?"

Elsa cringed and slunk down in her chair, wishing the day would be over. "Great. Just what I needed. I'm already a freak show." Elsa frowned and pulled the hoodie tighter around her head.

"Elsa, take the hood off your head, you're indoors."

Elsa glared at the teacher but did as she was told. Even more gasps echoed in the class when her white hair was revealed.

"White hair!"

"What a weirdo!"

"That's freaky!"

"Why's it white?!"

Elsa squeezed her eyes shut, gulping down her tears. "I knew it," she whispered as the teacher told the class to be quiet.

This is the same story as it was before, just rewriting it to fix all the mistakes that I missed before.