A/N: Ahhhh! Ive been infected with obsession of Frozen! Well thats a bit dramatic, but who cares? If you're reading this it either means you like the movie or trying to figure out what the hype is over the movie. Review. Review. Review please! I don't own Frozen, if I did that'd be amazing!
I return to my ice palace one last time in order to find my crown that I so carelessly tossed away. I may not want it, but maybe a future generation does, either way it was father's mother's crown and id hate myself if I truly lost it. To be honest I expect to find the palace in ruins after the incident with the Duke of Weslton's guards and Hans. I shudder at the thought of the man; he nearly destroyed the one person I care about; Anna. Thinking about my little sister, a wave of guilt and anger crashes over me, to lock her out for 13 years and ignore every plea that came through the door, and to my parents who I loved dearly, but they're the ones who imposed my isolation, I never asked for this. I never asked for any of this! I barely even notice the swirling storm that surrounds me until I approach the palace.
I look up in surprise, I knew that at least the balcony has been destroyed and probably the entrance as well; but none of that is there, it's been fixed.
"It was tragic to find it all shattered, I ended up having to re do the entrance, balcony two floors, the walls, and a chandelier," a voice startles me.
"Who's there?!" I exclaim as I crouch in a defensive position, ready to fire.
"Just a helping hand," a young woman says coming from a bank of snow. She emerges with nothing more than a summer dress and shoes on.
My first thought is 'isn't she cold?'
"No I'm not cold. Next answer, no I cannot read minds. And my question is why aren't YOU cold?"
"You aren't from around here are you?" I say amused, but my amusement disappears as I realize that her dress is dotted with snowflakes and ice, "Stay a way from me! Don't come any closer!"
Her blonde streaked head tips back in laughter, "Your majesty, I am not here to bring you harm, I am merely passing by, I saw the palace in ruins and decided it needed to be fixed. Plain and simple."
"Wait, what? Why?"
"Because, I wasn't going to let something remain in tatters when it had been created with so much hope and joy."
"Who are you?" I ask, finally lowering my arms.
"Clarisse," she states as she begins to walk by. I'm stunned, she used all that power to rebuild a stranger's creation?
"Wait! How do you know who I am?"
"How many other ice yielders do you come across?" she replies turning around still walking.
"Thank you!" I cry out to her.
She shouts to me," No thank you! I've never had so much fun rebuilding something of someone else's creation! Just don't forget to let it go sometimes, I don't want to hear about how there's been an eternal winter up north!"
I watch her disappear down the mountain before turning to the palace. I tread up the stairs with less gusto than the first time. I open the doors and in the middle of the hall a table stands and on it is the crown. I take one more look to the direction the woman left in and silently thanked her.
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