At thirteen, Christmas has not even begun to lose some of the magic that lies in it, to the eyes of children. They still anxiously waiting for Santa Claus , they call Jack Frost , and gifts arrive is still abundant, and they begin to be useful things, some really nice things, no more simple entertainment or toys for having some fun and spend the day.
For the past few years, however, for the princess Anna of Arendelle, Christmas acquired a very special value. Maybe not magic, basically in his life there was no trace of magic, but excitement, impatience, joy ... That. Yes.
"Father! Mother! "

The princess ran down the grand staircase entrance. The King and Queen had returned from a trip that had seen them three days away. Not the most enduring journey they will face, for sure, and certainly not the one that will see them away longer. Anna was afraid that they would not make it back in time, but her parents kept their word, as always. The princess threw herself into their arms squeezing with all his might, filling their scent to the core. The strong arm of the Sovereign held her to him in a second erasing any worries, sadness and loneliness.
The 25th was the day after, but for Anna was already Christmas.

" My baby ... "
The Queen passed her gently caress on her red cheeks. Anna leaned a little to give a big kiss on the face of the mother, who smiled at her with all the love that only a mother can put in that simple gesture and expression.
" We brought you a present! "
The girl's eyes and mouth widened in an expression that looked surprised, but that in the end it was just pure joy. Of course Mom and Dad had a gift for her ! But in the end , really, that was not what she waited most. The King let her go run towards the garden , where the coach was still and a couple of servants were removing the luggage of the sovereigns. The Queen said, laughing, something like " Cover yourself, darling, it's cold! " But the girl had already left , while their parents watched her smiling, and the king surrounded his lover with one arm... Because you know, moms tell their children to cover up when they're cold .
"Princess , please wait a minute ! "

The poor servant , unable to contain his laughter , watched the girl throw herself into the carriage as it serves from a springboard, to jump into the pool . Inside, well resting on the seats, there were two packages more or less of the same size. Anna immediately grabbed one, with the impatience of a hungry in front of a plate of goodies , and she read the note hanging on a thin golden colored wire: " Anna ," said the paper in an elegant and delicate handwriting , exactly as the mother's hand that had written it ... And at that point, Anna leaned carefully the package beside her. Her heart was bursting with love, but it really was not what she was looking for. Almost with trembling hands, she grabbed the other package and read the name written on it, whispering the name on it: " Elsa " .
She held the gift to embrace him , trying to put into it all his affection .
After a few seconds she grabbed her present as well , got out of the car and ran back inside the castle to reach her parents, who were just settling overcoats , while behind the Princess servants immediately close the gates after her entrance .
" Mother ? "

Anna, looking forward for that moment, with eyes that shone more than any glitzy Christmas decoration of the adorned Castle, came up with timid little steps.
"Mother, when we open the presents?"
It was for this reason that Christmas, for little Anna, was still a special day.
The gifts... They would be opened along with "her." Not only ... That night at dinner, Christmas dinner, the whole family would have been at the table to celebrate. She would have seen "her". They would have been together all night ... She would have seen her open the gifts, be happy, maybe they would have played together! She couldn't wait. It was impossible to wait ... Wait again.
Anna was too small to see the immense pain behind her mother smile, at that time. The unbelievable love with which she hid it, was too much to be crossed by the look of a child.

The King came from a little farther on, after putting on his and her Queen's coats in the arms of one of the servants who earlier had blocked the entrance gate. His expression did not betray the strain of his wife, as he shared her mood in his heart.
"Now we go to greet Elsa too, then we will open gifts .. Okay, Anna?"
"Do not be impatient, sweetheart ... Soon we will all be together at dinner."
She wanted to jump for joy. In fact, she did it. Racing with both packages to the large Christmas tree placed at the side of the main staircase in the entrance hall . There were already settled in three packages, of which Anna was proud : she had made them. One said "Daddy", one "Mom" and the other "Elsa" . She put the other two in addition to these, having so much more care of Elsa's present, instead of her own. She sat there a little, and decided to find the perfect location for the boxes. She stack them in a pyramid at first, then decided to try to place them on the ground in the shape of a heart. Five packages were few, it seemed like a strange letter "V"... She tried to make a tower , but it was unstable and inelegant . Maybe in a row, arranged side by side . No, it was not pretty. She spent a lot more time than it would need ... But everything had to be perfect. It had to ! She wanted her to be happy ... She wanted to see her smile ...
She wanted to see her smile.

Knock, knock .
" Elsa ? "
"Honey, open the door . " The silence that harbored in the hallway was broken by the sound of the key in the locked door. It opened just enough for a small white figure could run trough, squeezing with all her strength to the King and Queen in an embrace that was filled with warm love, as it froze the skin at the same time .
" Elsa ... "
The little girl was crying. Holding her parents , and crying silently.
She was trembling violently , even if it was not for the cold her parents were feeling. The Queen laid a hand on the door. It was like stroking the pure ice.
She pushed it slightly , opening at her and the King the sight to the interior of the room .
The White reigned. The bed looked like a marble statue. The light barely filtered through the window, covered by a thick layer of frost . As if the sky was there, snowflakes were falling all around, but fading slowly, as if the storm had started to calm down only when the sovereigns had arrived at the door.
"Oh ... Elsa ... "
The Queen fell on his knees and hugged his daughter with every possible drop of love in the World. The King laid his hand upon the head of the girl, caressing her frozen hair, which only now returning to find some warmth. The stifled sobs of the princess, who's face was still smothered in her mom's cloth, was the voice of the pain of the royal family .
"I'm afraid ... Father ... Mother ... I'm scared , help me ... "
The Kings accompanied her daughter inside , moving with the caution with which you touch a wounded little bird . Elsa's sobs were choked behind the solid white door, once closed by the Queen before disappearing inside with her daughter and husband. On the face, the agony.