PROLOUGE
It was a crisp winter day in Arendelle, full of celebration and laughter, for a new princess was born. Her name was Princess Elsa, and she was the joy of her parent's lives. Looking down at their daughter many thoughts went through each of their minds. The main thought though was how much they loved her, even with her rare appearance. She had fair skin, the fairest the Kingdom had ever seen; her piercing blue eyes were almost startling. However, the most mysterious thing was the small tuft of Platinum blonde hair on the top of her head. Neither parent, nor grandparent, nor great grandparent beared this hair colour. In fact, in all of Arendelle's recorded history, not a single person possessed Elsa's features. This didn't matter to her parent's though. No, when they looked down at her they saw a beautiful little princess, who would grow to be a great Queen. However, her appearance did earn her the nickname 'Snowflake' from her father, King Agdar, almost immediately after her birth. The princess was a gift and the years to come would be a joyous time for all.
