The new child, the tiny infant girl was beautiful, with fiery red locks and a complexion as pale as the ice that surrounded their home. The baby's eyes were a vivid witch-like emerald and twinkled with delight as she looked up at her family. Her mother and her father smiled down at her, but her sister edged away from the cradle as though she would rather be somewhere else.
'Why don't you say hello to your new sister Elsa?' The king asked to which his daughter shook her head and turned her back on the rest of her family, her pale white plait whipping in the air as she did so.
'Elsa!' Her mother, the queen, berated as she bent to take the new infant in her arms. 'Say hello to Anna,' she insisted and with a sigh Elsa turned and looked at the infant. The infant waved her hands in the air as though trying to capture Elsa's attentions. She smiled such a wide, cute smile that Elsa couldn't help but want to love the new baby. At three years old Elsa was much more different to other girls in the Kingdom of Arendelle and she was sometimes even frightened by the possibilities of what she could do.
Elsa had been born with the powers of the ice, she merely had to think of ice, to point her hand and there would be ice. In fact her entire body seemed to be made of ice. A good thing, because although Arendelle was one of the coldest places on the face of the Earth she didn't feel the cold, it didn't bother her.
Nothing about her powers bothered her and she was merely thinking of all the wonderful things she and her new sister could do when they were a little bit older. Elsa would show Anna the beauty of the ice and they would build Snowmen and would go ice skating, it would be perfect.
'Hello Anna,' Elsa greeted the infant and when she lowered her face to have a closer look, Anna patted her face. The softness of the baby's skin and the innocence of such an act made Elsa's heart melt. 'Can I hold her?' Elsa asked her mother who nodded her head. Their father picked up Elsa and placed her seating on the chair and her mother laid the infant in her older sister's waiting arms.
'She's so beautiful mother,' she spoke not to the queen but to the infant within her arms. She was the most perfect thing she had ever seen, she was even more special to Elsa than the ice that ran through her veins. 'I will always take care of you,' Elsa whispered to the child. 'I will always be your friend.'
