"The night was cold and mysterious. In the little cottages, citizens of Arendelle slept peacefully; innocent children and their parents. They didn't know that when they woke up the next morning, everything would change.
A woman with long, flowing blonde hair crept out of bed. She threw on a cloak over her nightgown, ran a comb through her bedraggled hair. She crept over to her double bed and watched her sleeping husband for a minute. Then she sighed and tenderly kissed his lips, running a hand over his cheek. A tear dropped from one of her blue eyes and fell on her husband's forehead. She wiped it away with her palm gently, then slowly turned and walked away.
She turned to the baby, sleeping peacefully in her cot, a smile on her face as she dreamt. The woman sighed again, tears flowing freely down her white cheeks, although she made no sound. She bent over and kissed her baby's lips, cradled her tiny hand. Then she gently edged free and made towards the bedroom door. She turned back and paused for a second. Then her pale hand went out and grabbed the doorknob, slowly turning it anticlockwise and stepping outside. She closed the door and leant against it, looking at the grey hall. She made her way to another door and peered inside. A younger woman with long ginger hair lay in the bed, next to her blonde-haired husband. The first woman sighed and closed the door, then made her way down the long, winding staircase for the last time. As she reached the front door she paused and pulled off her long, turquoise gloves, leaving them on the doormat. She grabbed a shoe and threw it into the garden. As the night guards heard the noise and went to investigate, the woman snuck out and fled across the gardens, out of the palace grounds, through the city of Arendelle.
In the bedroom she had left behind, her husband stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He felt teardrops on his cheeks, teardrops that were not his. He sat up and turned. Apart from him, the bed was empty.
He rushed to the window and peered out, just in time to see a blonde, cloaked figure making its way out of Arendelle.
Behind him, his daughter started crying. But he barely heard her. He stared out of the window, transfixed, horrified. This couldn't be happening.
'Elsa…' Jack whispered."
