The jasmine tea that Agatha prepared for me felt just right. I needed it. Even though I gave birth almost a year ago, I still feel as if my body is out of sync with my thoughts.
-Would you like anything else, my Queen?
-No thank you Agatha, I say.
She bows and leaves, brushing the floor with her too long dress, and closes the door behind her. My gaze falls back to my daughter; Elsa. She has such a way of looking at you. It is as if she sees right trough you. And I am not crazy, Agdar thinks the same thing. We have talked about it just a couple of nights ago. Something special lives within her.
I feel privileged. I also feel like I am failing as a parent. Shouldn't I do more? Couldn't I do more? I don't know. My mother died when I was 12. She got killed by a hunter's lost arrow while we were picking up flowers for the guests that were supposed to attend our meal that evening. I know nothing about being a mother. I know nothing about children. So far, I keep telling myself that the child survived, and for some reason she seems to like me; her clumsy and reserved mother. I love her more than everything, more than my King, more than myself, more than the stars. There is no way to explain such a type of love. It's love that was created within yourself. It's love that is truer than anything. Unbreakable.
A knock on the door distracts me from my thoughts.
-Come in, I say.
-My lady? Says the King while pushing the door.
-Yes my love?
-Would it be a good time to talk?
-Of course, what is it?
Elsa smiles as she sees her father sitting in the chair next to mine. I put her on the floor, where she sits and plays with a doll that Agatha sowed for her. I turn around and sit straight, waiting for what Agdar has to say. He makes me nervous because he seems concerned.
-What is it? I repeat.
-Idun, I am afraid that…
He stops, with a shaky breath.
-Go on…
-I am afraid that Elsa might be more special than we thought. Have you seen her…capabilities?
-Capabilities? What do you mean Agdar?
He turns away and I see his face lit as he realizes how to explain it better.
-Look dear!
He points towards Elsa and right away I notice it. The doll and the princess are covered with what seems to be snow and a puddle of ice has formed on the floor right under her dress. Elsa moves her hips to try and slide from one side to the other. She has a big smile that keeps widening. I look at the King, no longer concerned but amazed. We remain silent for a long time. Until the princess decides to try to get up. For the past couple of weeks she has been trying to stand and could not do it for more than a minute. But something was not the same this time. She stood, without holding anything. She stood on ice.
The small part of motherly instinct I have makes me fall on my knees to catch her. I stop myself right on time, once I realize that she doesn't need to be caught. She is graceful. She is strong. And as if none of this was enough progress for one day, she makes a step towards me. I open my arms, hoping and crying. The king is now on the floor with us. Another step.
As soon as she steps off ice, she loses balance and falls on all fours.
We look at each other, the three of us, unable to explain anything that just happened and too happy to even question it. Elsa is pure magic.
