"Rosalina?" I heard my Mother call from our kitchen.
"Yes Mama?" I called back. Today was Monday, which meant it was laundry day.
"Come help me take the clothes outside so we can wash them," Mama asked.
"One moment, I am getting my work clothes on," I responded. I slipped on my white undershirt, then along with it my brown dress. I slipped on my boots and laced the laces all the way up. I gathered my long, goldish brown hair to the side of my head and tied it into two braids on each side.
I walked out of my bedroom and outside into the warm, summer weather. My Mother was sitting on the stool while she rubbed my Father's shirt on the washing board. Her bright blonde hair was tied in a high bun. I always thought my Mama was beautiful. The way her tall thin body looked, and how white her hair was. I could even say I am a bit jealous.
I sat down on the stool, and grabbed my night gown and began rubbing it against the washing board.
"Your hair looks lovely today Rosie," Mama complimented me.
"It is as normal as it gets, I just combed it and braided it," I chuckled.
"Papa is proud of you, darling," she smiled, "for your eighteenth birthday, we believe it is only fair we take you to Arendalle."
"Your kidding aren't you?" I said as I hung up my nightgown on the line.
"Of course I am not, your Grandmother said she will let you stay with her. We know how much you want to live there," Mama beamed.
"Mama, what about helping you take care of the chores?" I put down my clothes.
"I will do just fine by myself Rosie. Don't worry about me and your Father will do just fine," Mother hugged me.
"What time will we leave tomorrow?" I squeaked enthusiastically.
"Noon," my Mama said as I kissed her cheek.
"You will do fine Rosalina," my Father kissed my forehead as we arrived in Arendalle.
"I will visit once a month, I promise," I hugged my parents tightly, and waved goodbye as I walked on the stone path.
People among the streets laughed and danced.
"Good morning," a nice man who looked to be about middle-aged greeted me.
"Good morning," I smiled.
I noticed a small girl coloring with pastels on the side walk. I watched as she swiftly drew a gorgeous flower.
Suddenly, I smacked into someone. I fell on the ground, and all my bags flew from my grasp.
"Pardon me," a young man about my age apologized as he helped me pick up my bags.
"Oh don't worry it was my fault. I tend to be a clutch," I laughed. I stood up and blushed. The young man was very tall, and his blonde hair was styled perfectly.
"I am Edward," He kissed my hand.
"Rosie," I stared in awe at this attractive boy.
"May I ask you to attend a ball with me tonight?" He handed me an invitation that look formal.
"YES! I mean, I would love to attend," I caught my excitement quickly.
"See you there," He blushed as he walked back the way he came.
What was I going to possibly wear? I don't have any ball gowns, nor do I have any money.
I continued to walk to my Grandmother's house, and when I arrived I knocked gently on the door.
"Rose!" She screamed as she opened up the door, sweeping me into a warm hug.
"Grandmother!" I buried my face in her vanilla-smelling shoulder.
"You look so grown-up! Let me have a look at you darling," She twirled me around, staring closely at my face.
"Grandmother, I am fine," I laughed.
"You look just like your Father, bold and couragous! Come sit down dear, have a cup of tea," Grandmother smiled as she led me to her parlor.
She handed me a cup of hot tea and I slowly took a sip.
"So did you run into any of my dear friends here in the kingdom?" Grandmother took a sip of her tea.
"I ran into a boy, and he invited me to this ball in the castle tonight," I smiled, "yet I don't have anything to wear," I sighed.
"Nonsense! I know what to do darling, I have an idea but it will only work before you are about to leave, don't ask just yet," Grandmother laughed as she walked into her kitchen and began spilling spices into a pot.
I continued to sip my tea, and I began emptying my clothes into my new bedroom. The bed had beautiful hand-woven sheets. The curtains in the room were a creamy white, and millons of painting filled the walls.
"Dinner darling!" Grandmother called. I walked downstairs and sat down at the small table. A mouth-watering bowl of cheesy broccoli soup was sitting right in front of me. I took spoonfuls one by one, tasting the rich and creamy flavor.
"How is your Mama?" Grandmother asked.
"She is alright. The usual organzied Maria your son married," I smiled.
"Oh darling, you may look like your father but you have a big heart, just like Maria, don't you ever forget that darling," Grandmother refilled my bowl.
"I am not as beautiful as her though. Do not tell my Mother but I am almost jealous of her bueaty," I sighed.
"Nonsense! You are just as stunning as she is! You know, your Grandfather used to always be proud of your Father for finding such a great lady like you Mother," my Grandmother said excitedly.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"The ball will be starting soon. I am going to do your hair and then put a gorgeous dress on you," Grandmother sat me down in my bedroom in front of the mirror. She took out my braids, and began pinning my curls up onto the top of my head, while my bangs gently were pushed to the side of my forehead.
"Now stand up Rose," Grandmother helped me up. I stood in front of her, and watched as she waved her hand on to my body, ice coming out. My dress instantly transformed into a dark blue ball gown, covered in snowflakes.
"Magic," I whispered. I began laughing really hard.
"Shh," my Grandmother smiled, "now go before you are late to the ball darling!" My Grandmother pushed me out the door.