Prologue
Three year old Elsa sat on one of the many soft, floral upholstered sofas that sat idle in the huge hallways of the castle.
The particular one that she was sitting on was decorated with a delicate rose pattern and was situated outside her mother's room. She kicked her legs through the air in boredom, watching them smear over the dark blue carpeted floor. Suddenly her Dad appeared, holding something very carefully in his hands. He gestured to her to come see. She ran to him, wondering what it could be. In his hands, was a beautiful baby girl with amber-brown hair nothing like her own frosty blonde locks. Elsa's father smiled warmly at her.
"Meet your new sister, Anna."
