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(Twelve years ago: Tinna's P.O.V.)


As the first rays of the sun came through the window I was sleeping very deep and peacefully. But when these rays began to hit my face which included my eyelids and I was starting to get consciousness.

At first I barely noticed the brightness of the light. However, soon I realized that the light was burning behind my eyelids, so I pulled the blanked over my head. For a while I was fine with that, but then I remembered something: I didn't fall asleep with a blanked. Or on a pillow. Or even in a bed to begin with.

Confused I opened my eyes and peered cautiously under the scarlet blanked out. My puzzlement only increased as I saw that I was in a room I didn't recognized.

The room had warm coloured walls in red, orange and yellow but mostly red and also a very beautiful and large window. The furniture (a small table, two chairs, a wardrobe, the bed, a nightstand next to it and a bookcase) were out of a dark wood and the ground was out of stone. I slowly got out of the bed and walked a bit around the room. It was a small sized room just big enough for a six year old like me.

Then the questions popped into my head: Where was I? How did I end up here? And where was my father?

Father. I suddenly remembered that he was carrying me as I fell asleep again and that we went in the night down from a ship. I was completely tired, but I still knew that he whispered to me, that we have reached our destination. If this was true, then I was –

To confirm my guess I walked over to the window and looked through it. I had a good view on the sea and a nice little town which was not far away on the other side of a stone bridge. I pinched myself to make sure that this wasn't a dream.

I smiled as I found out that this was real. I was happy that I knew that I was in this palace and I also liked being at this place. However, I still didn't know where my father was and I also didn't liked it to be alone in an unfamiliar place.

I had two choices: stay there and wait for my father or go outside and look for him. In other words a choice between boredom and adventure. So it was of course adventure.

I went over to the wardrobe and changed my old outworn filthy clothes into a newer and nicer small red dress and slipped into white stockings and a new pair of pitch-black shoes. Excited as I was it only took me about three minutes until I sneaked out of the room into the hallways.

I might have just walked for about ten minutes looking for my father and wandering without any clue around, but it felt like hours. Then suddenly a strange smell came up into my nose. I didn't knew exactly what it was (I didn't know what vanilla was yet) but it smelled delicious and realized how hungry I was.

Deciding to look for my father later I've followed the sweet scent into the palace's kitchens. Hoping to get something to eat and to find out to what this smell belongs I sneaked quietly inside and hushed behind a cupboard. Carefully I peered over and looked at what the kitchen servants were cooking.

I couldn't really see much without risking to be seen by one of the servants. All I could see however was that they've moved something in a big pot. Then one of the servants came over with some bowls in his arms and stopped in front of the pot. Another servant who was cooking whatever was inside the pot dropped a ladle in the pot and took out the contents into the bowls. Was it perhaps some kind of soup?

The servant with the bowls came towards me and I hid quickly behind the cupboard and waited. When I was sure that he went away I peered again and saw that he put three bowls with a yellow pudding on a table near to me. I hastily took one of the bowls with me and got out of the kitchens without anybody noticing me.

Then I went into a direction that leaded me away from the kitchens, until I was sure that I was alone, and sat down to eat this odd pudding. I didn't have a spoon with me so I put at first my finger into the pudding. It was still hot but I didn't care since the heat couldn't hurt me. I put the finger into my mouth and tasted the pudding …

Immediately I was in heaven. I never tasted anything as wonderful as this creamy pudding before. After the moment of this little consumption I couldn't hold myself back anymore and used my hands to threw as much yellow pudding as possible into my mouth. In the process I was becoming very dirty and smeared my face and clothes with pudding and even got some of it into my curly hair, but I just did not care. I only wanted more pudding.

"Seems like, we know what happened to the missing vanilla pudding", I suddenly heard a voice chuckle.

I broke out of my eating trance and looked up to see that a man with tanned skin like I had, storm grey eyes and a goatee was standing a few feet behind me. I sheepishly grinned at him.

"I couldn't help it, papa! It was too delicious!"

"Well, we see how delicious it was."

Wait! We? I heard some giggling. I looked down and spotted two boys, one six years old like me and the other one three.

The younger one had strawberry-blonde that was only halfway tamed. He also had blue eyes and a pointed nose with a lot of freckles. It seemed like that he had a hard time just standing still. His older brother on the other hand was standing straight and didn't had any problems with being calm. He had short platinum blonde hair, a very pale skin and the same blue eyes and the same pointed nose like his brother.

Both were grinning at me as if they tried to hold their laughter back. I wondered why until I realized that I looked like someone have bombarded me with vanilla pudding. Did they never before saw a girl that was dirty? I stared at them in greater confusion until they were silent.

The silence that followed was awkward for both the boys and me. This gave me the opportunity to regard their fine clothes. I noticed that the younger one was wearing mostly green while the older one wore blue and I also remembered that only princes would wear those kind of fine clothes.

I realized something else: I might have just stared down two princes.

The situation became funny for me. Too funny actually and I couldn't hold my laughter back anymore. I've just made two princes silent with a stare. Me! A girl who was dirty from the vanilla pudding she couldn't even eat appropriate.

While I literally sunk to the bottom with laughter, the force of my glance broke and the princes started to laugh with me along. First the younger one then the older brother. And they didn't laugh because I just did it at the moment. By chance they also thought that the moment was too funny to not laugh about it.

I don't know how long we were laughing with each other (my father later told me it were at least three minutes), but as soon as I got my breath back I stood up and introduced myself.

"Hello, I'm Tinna Ibicus."

"Prince Elson of Arendelle" the older boy replied and shook my hand. Then he pointed to the other one. "This is my brother prince Arne of Arendelle."

So they were indeed princes. And they didn't seem to be arrogant or snooty like some would expect royalty to be.

"Do you wanna play with us?" Arne asked me and toddled clumsily towards me. I caught him before he fell over and looked over at my father. Smiling he nodded allowing me to play with them.

"Sure", I replied grinning at the boys.

Elson and Arne became at that time my very first and best friends. I mean before I always tried to make friends with the other children when I met them, but it never developed into a real friendship. There were actually two reasons for that. First, my father and I never stayed long enough at a place to get to know them well enough, and second, with my powers I doubt that anyone could have understood me well enough so I could call them a friend.

And it wasn't like I could just go over to other children and tell them I have magical fire-powers. It would have sounded like I was nuts or a crazy lunatic and if somebody would believe me, then it was just a small step away from everyone calling me a freak. Being called names is something I couldn't ever get along with it at that time, even if my life would have depended on it.

So I had to avoid arguments and fights with others as well. Very often, actually nearly every time I met another child to be exact. That was of course contra productive for forming a friendship with someone. Oh, and I should tell that the risk of me revealing unintentionally my powers increased greatly at an argument or while a fight. Why? Because my control always lacked the most at a fight or a conflict or anything else that made me in some way angry! Avoiding a conflict was the best thing I could do. Or the worst, now where I think about it …

Anyway, even if my powers were literally the roots of all my problems with making friends, for some reason this was irrelevant with Elson and Arne. I don't know why exactly, maybe it was because they were due to their status as princes different from the others as well or maybe it was because they didn't ever had friends before or maybe it was just because I and my father stayed in the castle, so I had the time to get to know them. However, these two princes, especially Elson, oddly enough understood me better than anyone else I have ever met besides my father. And I understood them as good as they me.

We also had a lot of fun together. We went outside to play in the snow, we played pranks on the Nanny, we build sometimes a snowman, we climbed on the roofs and on trees, we went ice-skating and on some nights we even sneaked out of our rooms to just fight with sticks as swords or play in the snow …


(Present time: limited 3rd person P.O.V. on Iria)


"What is wrong?"

Her cousin hasn't had said anything for a while.

"Nothing", Tinna assured. "It's just that we played really, really often outside in the snow. In fact we did that more often than it could have been possible, even with the long winters up in the north. And there was always perfect snow outside …"

"Maybe you just dreamt sometimes of sneaking outside", Iria considered.

For a moment there was silence. The princess couldn't deny to herself that she also thought, that this thing seemed a bit strange. Iria actually thought, that it seemed even a bit too strange to for just a couple of dreams that contained snow. Though, she never have seen in her life snow yet, since snow rarely falls in Alrasha if ever. She don't know for sure, how snow normally reacts.

"Perhaps", the Queen finally mumbled. "Yet, if some of these times were just dreams, it always seemed very real to me …"

Tinna then shrugged her shoulders, deciding that it wasn't that important anyway.

"Possibly I just imagined most of it. I mean it was more than ten years ago. However, it was always the greatest fun when we played with snow or ran on ice. And I found a great liking in the cold weather, too. Snow, ice and other cold things did evermore cool my sometimes hot-tempered mind down and still do until today. It helped me to prevent many, many fights I could have had with Elson and Arne."


(Childhood: Tinna's P.O.V.)


Nevertheless, we sometimes still had our little arguments. For example we argued very often about chocolate and vanilla at the dinner's table.

"Chocolate tastes far better than vanilla!" Elson or Arne always said. They were chocolate-fanatics.

"No, vanilla is more delicious than chocolate", I always replied.

And so it always went back and forth, back and forth. I preferred vanilla because it wasn't as bitter as chocolate. Even if the chocolate was from Hocoladia, the land where the best chocolate comes from, I would have always chosen vanilla over that. And I stood up to that.

"No chocolate is better!"

"No vanilla is!"

"Chocolate!"

"Vanilla!"

"Chocolate!"

I know, I said that before Arendelle I normally avoided conflicts with other children when I could, but these arguments I had with Elson and Arne were never serious and truly nothing. We only fought about so little things like chocolate and vanilla for heaven's sake!

"I tell you it is vanilla!"

"No, it's chocolate!"

"I STILL SAY IT IS VANILLA!"

Okay, I have admit that I was sometimes a bit more intense at these arguments than a normal six year-old would be. At these times my father always stopped me from going too far with it. Or getting too angry and letting unwarily burn down the candles at the diner's table uncommonly fast when I mention it already.

You have to know, that the royal family of Arendelle didn't knew at this point of time about my powers. This included of course my friends Elson and Arne. I still regret that I didn't told them in the beginning, especially since having fire powers was one of the things you really should tell a friend, especially if you have trouble controlling it. And I guess many things would have been less complicated, if I didn't decided to keep that as a stupid secret for such a long time.

However, since the last time someone found out about my powers didn't ended very well, I of course wasn't very taken with telling somebody about it, plus I didn't wanted to risk the friendship I had with the princes who were the first friends I ever made. At least to the beginning it was like that.


"Hold it back …"

My father did of course still train me in controlling my powers. To have a place to do this my father repurposed a dungeon, which you only can enter through a secret passage, into a discrete practice room. He could coach me every morning there without worrying about prying servants that could witness everything we were doing down there.

I still wonder, how my father found out about that secret room in the first place and if he ever told the king about that. Or did the king told him about that? If this was the case, how did my father asked without rising any suspicion?

"Hold it back, Tinna."

Before we came to Arendelle we always practiced once a day in the woods or in another place that was hard to reach or discover for curious eyes. We always used branches or rocks as shooting targets and bigger rocks and tree stumps for other exercises. In Arendelle this was replaced by thick candles, waxworks of different sizes and sometimes my father even brought an ice-block from ice-harvesters into the room.

"Hold it back!"

"I'm trying to!"

When I was seven we started with even more difficult exercises. The main-goal of these tasks were to prevent that I unintentionally put too much energy into the use of my powers or, to put it simple, that I didn't burn everything down while using them.

"You have to hold it back, Tinna!"

My father always told me to keep my powers back when I put too much strength into them. The more I put too much into my powers the more stern he told me that and the more stern he was the more control over my power and myself I lost and the more control I lost the more energy I put into my powers. You see it was a vicious circle that always started even at tiniest mistake I made at keeping in.

"It's too hard!"

And you can believe me one thing, my cousin. Keeping all the energy of my powers in while at the same time using them was more than just a simple challenge for me. At that age at least. And it was annoying.

"HOLD IT BACK!"

"I CAN'T ANYMORE!"

I cried out in frustration and released all the energy into my flames. All the candles burned down in mere seconds and the little wax statue, around which I should let a beam of fire circle, was molten as well when it shouldn't happen at all. The room was already in darkness as I finally calmed down.

Suddenly a bright light enlightened the room again. I looked at my father and saw a little thunderbolt dancing between two of his fingers. He didn't looked disappointed or angry but he also didn't exactly looked proud or happy as well.

"You were angry."

That wasn't a question.

"I couldn't help it, papa."

"That's not funny, Tinna", my father firmly said. "If that would have been a real person, he would have died."

The little thunderbolt escaped his hands and started to circle over our heads.

"But it wasn't a real person", I pointed out. "Just some waxwork to practise."

"And even there you're lacking in control. In the real situation this would have been more disastrous."

Then there was silence for a while. I looked into his face and I immediately knew he wanted to know, why I lacked this time in control. He never asked it, but I could always read the question out of his face.

"You urged me too much", I replied miserable and sat down to the ground. "It stresses me and I lose control. Why do you always push me?"

My father didn't said anything for a moment. He then sighed and also sat down to the ground.

"In real life other people will again and again try to push you until you lose control over yourself. Some will do it on propose, but others won't do it on that intention. Even friends do that sometimes, too. You must learn to not let yourself affect by it."

I looked down to my hand and enlightened a little flame on one of my fingers. It grew bigger and bigger until I decided to better put it out.

"Keeping that much in, pains."

"Sometimes we have to feel that pain and keep it to ourselves to prevent greater pain for everyone."

"But how?" I asked. "How should I not get affected by it?"

"There is a little secret", he told me and whispered it into my ear. "Just do not feel and it won't go wrong."

I looked at him astonished. How should I be able to not feel the pain and the anger? What if I still do a mistake? And how should that help me in a conflict?

The thunderbolt returned into his hand and went out leaving the room in darkness.

"You will just see", was all he said after that.


I remember that I had many times the thought of telling Elson and Arne about my powers. I mean whenever we played together I now and then had the idea to make it more fun with my powers. However, since my friends didn't knew about them, I couldn't actually do it without possibly scaring the boys to death.

So I always dismissed that thought and forgot about it. This didn't changed the fact, that this thought returned with time more often and that it got harder to forget. And after a year of knowing them I couldn't even dismiss it.

Yet, the first time I really considered about it was, after Kai and Gerda, who were two servants of the palace' stuff we liked the most, have told me, Elson and Arne their story of the Snow Queen. I still know how much I shivered from the ice-cold chills that I had, while listening to how Kai got kisses from the Snow Queen and nearly frozen to death because of that. As if the Snow Queen herself was sitting with us in the room.

Anyway, when the story was finished, we were going to bed because it was already late. Arne was very excited about the story and couldn't stop talking about the Snow Queen the whole way to our rooms. I was too tired to listen to everything he said, so I don't remember most of it.

"Oh, I wished I had these powers, too! That would be so awesome!"

"Oh, yeah, it totally would", I replied a bit absent and yawned.

"Hey Tinna, what would you do, if you too had similar powers?" Elson asked me.

Suddenly I stumbled over a carpet and I was awake in less than a heartbeat.

"Wait! What?!"

"You know, snow-powers", the younger prince said. "What would you do, if you had those? Would you create an giant ice-palace to live inside or would you rather fight in a battle with them, defeating all the enemies by freezing them solid?"

"Uh, I don't know", I told as casual as possible, thinking about what I already do with my powers. "Uhm, I guess I would train with them."

"Train?" Elson asked and looked at me puzzled. "How did you get that idea?"

I slightly panicked and tried to think of something.

"Maybe such powers are something you have to learn controlling them before you can really use them. You know, like dancing, writing and sword fighting."

"Okay, and what would you do, if you already can control them?" Arne wanted to know.

I thought for a moment about it before I answered.

"I would do both. Create an ice-palace and fight in a battle, although I don't think I would exactly build a palace …"

When I was later laying in my bed I had great trouble to fall asleep. I was haunted by that question that swirled inside my head like a swarm of furious bees. Should I tell them? The half night long I debated with myself about that.

They are my friends. But my father have told me to never use my powers in front of others again. Telling isn't exactly using. They might think I'm an evil witch or a monster. Elson and Arne aren't like that. I can't know that for sure. Then find it out!

I sat up upright in my bed and hold my hand out. I let a few flames dance around my fingers. It didn't took long until they united into a small fire in which my whole hand was inside. I gasped and turned it out before it could do any damage.

I can't tell them yet.

It's still too risky.

I can't control it well enough.

And it never done anything good yet. These fire-powers were the reason why my father and I had to move so often. I couldn't risk our home again just to tell Elson and Arne about my powers. Not yet.

The second time I really considered telling them was at New Year's Eve. Me, Elson and Arne were watching the town's firework from the courtyard out. King Agdar and Queen Idun where with my father in the town celebrating with the townspeople the New Year.

The firework was beautiful, but I thought that there was something missing. I imagined how it would be, if I done some of the firework. I knew I could expand my limit by doing that. I wished at that moment that I could do it…

And suddenly I realized that I had a chance. However, it was only for tonight, so I had to act now. I saw that Elson and Arne where so amazed by the town's firework that I could easily sneak away without them noticing. Slowly I tiptoed as quiet as a mouse away.

No one would notice. That's what I thought while I walked out of the palace and looked for a safe place to practise. I had to walk for a while until I came through the town without being seen by anyone and reached an isolated place on a hill outside the town.

No one would see me. I started with throwing fire of different colours high in the air and letting them explode. Then I threw more colours at once and started to mix the explosions to form them to patterns of increasing complexity. Flowers, arrows, snowflakes and different kind of animals were just a few of pictures I've done.

I don't know for how long I've done that. When I finally stopped out of exhaustion, the other fireworks have long before stopped. I then walked tired but happy back to the palace and sneaked into my room smiling.

Suddenly I heard steps outside. I quickly jumped into my bed and pretended that I've been asleep the whole time. Who knows what my father would say to what I've done?

Knock. Knock-e-dy, knock.

"Tinna, are you in here?"

It wasn't my father, but Elson. I gave a fake yawn as a response and walked over to the door making my black and curly hair messy so it looked like I just waked up. I put up my best sleepy face on before I opened the door to face the royal brothers.

"Where have you been the whole time?" Arne asked.

"Sleeping", I replied and pointed to my untidy bed. "Here inside", I added.

"Oh man, you just missed the great firework final!" the younger prince complained.

"There was a final?" I asked as if I was really surprised by that.

"Yeah, someone decided to make fireworks longer than the others and gave an amazing show."

Both boys then listed up everything they saw from my firework. The longer they told the more excited they got.

"And then there was this huge picture of a dragon in the sky", Arne told. "Then suddenly boom, boom and boom! Six knights where surrounding and fighting against it!"

"For a moment it looked like they were moving", Elson continued. "As if a magic spell made them really move to let it look like a real fight between the knights and the dragon!"

With every detail Elson and Arne described the whole event, the guiltier I felt about doing it in the first place. Especially without them. My god it was a perfect opportunity to tell them about my powers and I wasted it with training with my powers instead!

Yet I still could tell them here and now, but wouldn't it sound a bit too crazy? Eve I saw it, I was debating with myself about that, while they still told me about the, no, my firework.

I really should tell. I really shouldn't. Things would be easier, if they already knew. No, things would be a lot harder. They think it was cool. Because they didn't knew it was me. Tonight they could have enjoyed my firework up close. Yet, if they would have went along with me, I could have harmed them. But I didn't harmed anything while I've done the firework.

"Is everything alright?"

"Huh?" I replied and realized that Elson and Arne stopped telling. "Oh, yeah! I'm fine", I lied.

"Sure?"

"Yep. I just regret that I wasn't there. And I'm tired, too."

The boys shared a confused glance and shrugged with their shoulders.

"Well then, good night", Elson said.

"Good night", Arne echoed.

"Good night", I replied and watched them leaving for a while before I closed my door. Sighing I went towards my bed and let myself fall on it. It took longer until I fell asleep, because I was thinking about telling them again. I mean, I could control it better than I thought at first. It was actually a piece of cake to do all these fireworks and Elson and Arne even found it cool.

I can't tell. That was, what I finally decided. There might be benefits and it would also be easier, but there are also many risks and dangers with it. Or none?

Then there was a third time I considered telling the princes. Actually I'm not even sure if I really was still considering. I think 'trying to convince myself into telling them' is the correct term for what I did that time.

It was Arne's fifth birthday and we were camping out in the forests. Actually the camping wasn't really planned. We were having a picnic a bit outside of Arendelle with the King, the Queen and my father. We lost the track of time and before we knew it, the evening was there. The way back to the palace was long so of course we had to stop in the forests for the night.

The adults were collecting wood, while we kids tried to make a fire. Well, Elson and Arne did at least tried it and I watched them failing. Their fires always got out quickly and never lasted longer than a few seconds. This frustrated the princes of course and it didn't took long until the two brothers bickered about how to make a fire.

"You are always blowing too much into the fire and putting it out that way."

"Too much? You're not blowing enough! Your fire isn't getting enough air!"

It was a spring night and also cold. After watching the boys for a while fighting back and forth I started to shiver from the cold. Before I froze to death I decided to take matters in my own hand and put on a fire by using my powers with my fingers. A fire that lasted and spent warmth.

Elson and Arne stopped their argument when they saw the fire. I had great trouble to not laugh at them, because of the astonished look on their faces. The expressions were simply priceless.

"How did you do that?" Elson wanted to know.

I just shrugged with my shoulders.

"I've got a talent for that", was all I've said.

Later that night I was thinking of course again while everyone else was asleep.

I could as well have told them. With the King and the Queen near us I can't tell them. Yet, I've used my powers in front of them. Only because they were distracted! But it wouldn't have made a difference, would it? It was just because of the cold! And I didn't checked if someone looked before I done that. That has nothing to say!

Nothing at all? Of course it was by far much more than that! I just stubbornly refused to believe that. However, I was very close to deciding to tell them. It was simply not enough yet. The last drop that convinced me actually fell in the same year in summer. On my birthday to be exact.

You might expect that something very big must have happened that day to finally change my opinion. Like some close-call or an almost-accident, but nothing like that happened. The day itself was a normal birthday-day. Well, as normal as it could get for a princess in hiding of course. I think.

To be honest I actually don't remember the day itself anymore or what I did that day or even how the cake looked like. The only thing I can really remember from that day were the presents. There were a few nice summer-dresses from the King and the Queen, a painting and drawing set from Kai and Gerda, a chess game from my father, a funny looking hat from Arne and then Elson's gift.

It was a flower, a crocus. I know it doesn't sound very special, but the point is that the flower wasn't ordinary. In fact I had great trouble with telling what was ordinary on it at all. Technically it shouldn't be possible that such a flower was even existing, yet Elson have somehow found that beautiful flower and gave it to me as a birthday-present.

It had a very light, icy blue colour and when you looked inside the blossom, you could see in an even more light blue a snowflake-pattern. It also seemed to glow a bit and felt very cold when I touched it. Not a freezing or biting cold, it was a soft and calming cold, you know, the kind of cold you're wishing if the heat of summer is a bit too much for you or while you're walking through a desert. If it weren't for the fact that the flower moved like a normal one and didn't melted on this summer-day, I might have thought that it was made out of ice.

"Do you like it?" the prince asked me.

I sniffed at the flower. It smelled like winter air, fresh fallen snow, a frozen lake, a Snowman and, to describe it in one word, winter. The smell reminded me of all these fun things you do in winter in the middle of summer.

"Like it?" I replied. "I love it!"

I jumped at the boy and hugged him. And while I hugged him, I made my final decision. There was no debating about it and also no arguing. It was completely intuitive. Nothing more than just a simple thought that convinced me.

He deserves to know.


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