Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or Frozen and their likenesses. I'm just borrowing them for the purposes of this story
A Freak Storm
When Elsa was born, we knew she was destined for something greater than we could imagine. The day of her birth was an eventful one, to say the least. She came into this world on the tail of a rare, summer storm. The weather leading up to her birth had been extremely strange too. Thinking back on it now, we're not entirely sure if she wasn't actually the cause.
We were definitely surprised by the tuft of shockingly platinum blonde hair and vivid crystal blue eyes that bore into your soul. But what was the most surprising was at how cold she was. We were justifiably worried for her, but at her first joyful giggle, and then a second, and a third… and after many slightly nervous reassurances from the doctor that she was perfectly healthy, we accepted the fact that our little Elsa just had a lower body temperature than most. This should've been the first clue she was different. The doctor did seem hesitant at first, but when he could find nothing wrong, , he let the matter drop.
That night we learned how special our little girl was. The weather was still rough and the wind blowing through the courtyard just right would howl eerily and could often be heard through the castle. It was during one particularly wild gust that our room grew incredibly cold. The king and I went to check on Elsa sleeping in her bassinet next to our bed. The sight we beheld surprised us. Elsa naturally was crying, but what troubled us was the layer of frost radiating out from where she was laying to the wall. I quickly picked her up and cradled her close to me. Looking to my husband, we didn't know what to make of it. The late hour and peculiarity of our circumstances caused us to quietly relocate to another room without rousing the servants. Locking the door to prevent questions, we slept with Elsa in our bed with us, soothing her with warm hugs.
The next morning, we woke early and returned to our room before the staff could attempt to wake us thus further complicating matters. Everything had thawed by the time we returned. Part of us wondered if it was the result of our sleep-deprived minds. We soon learned it was not.
The following months were uneventful. But as autumn approached, along with the storms, it became apparent that what normally scared children had a larger effect on Elsa, as her fear manifested itself in not only tears, but also ice and snow. She was usually better with a hug and assuring words.
