Emma's story must start further back than Jamie's, because you must know some of the details of her father to be able to understand how she was raised by her parents a little better.

Once, in Arendelle, there were two young princes. Their names were Emil and Thomas, and they were greatly loved by their parents, the Crown Princess Caroline and her husband, Mikkel. They also lived with their grandparents, King Anton and Queen Ida of Arendelle, and their life was simple, carefree and happy. The boys woke in the morning, played all day with each other and all of their cousins and were tucked in nightly by their loving parents.

Then, on one typical dark and stormy night, all of that changed. Mikkel had been gone for the last few days and was coming back to the small country when tragedy struck, and the small car that he had been riding in was lost off a washed off road.

The princess cried, heartbroken over her lost beloved and locked herself in her room for days and days; her eyes were red and swollen as they all stood in mourning black around the large stone that marked his grave plot.

The queen also cried, lamenting the son that she had borne that was now buried next to Mikkel, both of them lost to that tragic dark night. And the king did his best to console them both, as well as the two little boys that kept waiting for their father to come tuck them in at night.

Caroline shut herself away from the world, spending her days in dark misery as she wished and cried for her husband.

And her boys, Emil and Thomas, found themselves being lavished with attention by all of their other relatives, all of them telling them how sorry they were for them, and how terrible of an event it was. Slowly the years ticked by, and Caroline began to smile and hug her boys again, but things weren't the same as they had been before.

Caroline threw herself into her work, dedicating long hours into diplomatic relations and international politics while her boys grew up behind her, being waited on hand and foot and still with an apologetic tone to it all; everyone still felt sorry that they had lost their father when they were so young.

Before Caroline knew it the years had passed by and her two little princes were no longer little.

She glanced down at her morning newspaper one morning, with a gasp of shock and horror to see her two, innocent and smiling boys' faces pictured with scantily clad women and alcohol containers. She went to them, showing them the offending periodical and they laughed at her, turning over in their beds. She stared at them, tears welling up in her eyes as she saw the image of her two little boys fade away to the two young men that lay before her now.

The parties continued, the pictures and the women. The Party Princes they were dubbed, and every week the newspapers showed her their trip across the continent.

They came home one Christmas, she still begged them to stop and take things more seriously. Emil was 25 now, and Thomas was close behind at 23, she'd hardly seen them the last few years. They'd kissed her forehead, and told her not to worry.

Then, Thomas, inebriated later that evening, had loudly boasted that he needed a better name.

"Thomas is far too common!" he had shouted, causing his brother to laugh while Caroline watched them with a heavy heart. Thomas pulled at his long blonde hair, laughing again. "From now on, I shall be Prince THOR!"

Caroline swallowed, hoping that in the morning things would simply calm back down, watching as her little boys continued to laugh and drink their way through dinner.

But it didn't. Thomas insisted further on his self-proclaimed name change and the boys continued to appear in newspapers and tabloids all around the world.

Then, Caroline began to be hopeful as Emil began to appear less and less with his younger brother and was featured more in upscale art gallery openings, photographed dating supermodels at the various Fashion Weeks throughout the world and even appearing in a luxury car commercial.

She warred with her father, who wanted to cut them off completely. He feared that they would lose control and expose their family secret, she feared that if they cut them off that they would threaten to do just that. So they continued to watch with held breath, silent hopes and prayers being sent up as each news program and tabloid featured them.

Then, another ray of hope as Emil announced that he was to marry. One of the supermodels, Nora, that he had been dating off and on over the years, bringing the family together in a grand, expensive affair on a lavish tropical island.

Caroline watched and waited, hoping that maybe, maybe this would cause one of her sons to slow down and take his responsibilities seriously. He'd nodded and ushered her away, and she'd watched as they had continued around the world.

Then came Emma.

Emil and Nora had retreated to Arendelle for the last months of her pregnancy, the former supermodel concerned about her image being seen whilst large with child. Caroline was excited, happy that Emil was finally starting to take his responsibilities to the throne serious.

She pulled him into her office one night, pulling out the well worn and large parchment that detailed all of the relatives long back into the 17th century. Caroline looked at her son, happy to see his clean and polished image when several years before he'd been photographed drunk and on the floors of so many establishments.

"Well, now that you have had your time in your youth, it's time that you come back and begin to take over some responsibilities. You will be King someday," she said, spreading the tree out.

"No," he said, crossing his arms.

She looked up at him, surprised. "Emil, it is your birthright. After me, you-"

"And I said no," he said, stepping over to a table and turning over a few pages. "I'm having a baby, continuing on the line, as it were. I'm done, that's all I need to do. I'm going back to my life. Nora and I have plans, to open art galleries and showcase amazing fashion designers. I can't give that up!"

Caroline stared at him, feeling her heart grew heavy in her heart. "What?" she whispered, staring at him.

"I don't want to be KING," he said, scowling at her. "What fun is being king?"

Emil sighed, crossing to her and hugged her. "I'm sorry mom, but this is your life, not mine. I've got, god knows how many cousins, find one of them. Or just wait for Emma to be old enough."

Caroline stared mutely, sitting down hard in a chair as Emil left her in the room. She'd failed. She'd failed as a mother, and as a princess trying to raise the next king. Emil refused the crown, and Thomas was certainly even less fit to rule, as he still graced the covers of tabloids, now being hailed as the "Playboy Prince Thor."

Several weeks later, Caroline held the tiny newborn body of her first, and likely only, grandchild: Emma. She carefully held the sleeping baby close to her and glanced up at her son chatting with his wife, neither of them giving much of a care to their newborn.

"May you do great things little one," Caroline whispered to her.

Thirteen-year old Emma Frost sat in the window seat of her room, watching the snowfall outside of her bedroom. They were in Switzerland now, or she thought that was what her mother had called it. She paused with her crayon on her page, sighing.

"Nora," she said aloud, a weary note in her voice. "Nora and Emil."

They insisted that she call them that, she didn't know why. Weren't they proud to be her parents?

She hopped off her seat with her paper in her hands and carefully hung it back up on the wall. The calendar page read "January" with all but one of the dates crossed out, and Emma was looking forward to crossing off the last date. She was going to Arendelle when she crossed off the last box, which would be tomorrow. That made her excited.

She always went to Arendelle around this time of year, always around her birthday. All of February and all of September while her parents left to go to the different Fashion Weeks all over the world. The house was in the process of being packed up, this was always the same as well.

She'd go to Arendelle, spend the most amazing month with her grandmother, and great-grandparents. And all her cousins. And all the kids in the town. And then her parents would come back, taking her back and they would go live somewhere else in the world. Then she'd go back to Arendelle for another month, before they would take her back again.

Her parents sent her to expensive and exclusive schools, proudly declaring that she was a princess to everyone around. And the children would shy away from her, scared to talk to her in fears that she was stuck up. Or the children that were stuck up would come up to her, haughtily bragging of their own parents fortunes and extravagances.

She was getting so tired of this same, tired routine that involved so much travel, so much moving. Emma just wanted to stay in one place, have the same friends, and not have to wonder when her parents would change everything up on her.

She walked over to the desk in her room, picking up her sketchbook and returned to her window seat, flipping it open to a blank page to start to draw with the pencil she had carefully slid into the top.

She looked up after hearing a knock on her door, smiling at her father coming across the room to her. She leaned the pad down, pleased at her work.

"Hi papa," she said, smiling up at him.

He frowned at her, quirking a brow. She winced.

"Sorry, Emil. Hi, Emil."

He nodded at her, his hands moving behind his back as he gave her a half smile.

"All ready to go then?"

She nodded, handing him up her sketch pad. "Look, what do you think?"

Emil took the pad, brow raising again as he looked over it. He nodded slightly, giving her another slight smile as he handed it back to her.

"Not bad. Of course, say that you're a princess once you're finished with it and someone will gladly buy it from you," he said, giving her a wider smile. "We're leaving early in the morning, don't stay up late."

He turned and walked back out of the room, closing her door behind him. She sighed, looking back down at the page and then back out her window.

"I don't want people to buy it because I'm a princess," she said morosely. "I want them to buy it because they like it."

The next morning came bright and sunny, the morning rays bright against the white snow as Emma bounced down the grand staircase of the opulent house they had been renting. She slid into the dining room with socks on her feet, giggling along to her music with earphones stuck in her ears. She grinned up at the cook who smiled back at her, setting a plate of food on the table for her.

"And how are you this morning, Miss Emma?" the plump woman asked, watching as Emma pulled the little earpieces out of her ears and plopped down in the chair.

"I'm great Ava! Going back to Arendelle today!" Emma said, picking up her fork and cutting into her stack of pancakes.

The cook chuckled, turning back into the kitchen as Emma began to shovel the golden cakes into her mouth. She hunched down further into her chair as she heard her parents coming down the steps, chatting loudly about travel plans and arrangements.

"What do you mean they messed up our hotel reservation," Nora said, her heels clicking on the hardwood as they entered the dining room and sat down opposite Emma, her phone against her ear. "Well, get them fixed. We will be in New York this evening, and we expect the finest of accommodations. We are ROYALTY after all."

Nora sighed dramatically, pressing the end call button on the phone and tossing it to the table as Ava emerged from the kitchen carrying two more plates, smiling at the older couple.

Nora held up her hand, gesturing down at her own colorless entree as Ava began to walk away.

"Ava," Nora said, pointing at the tiny specks of red in her egg whites. "What are THOSE?"

"Just some red pepper flakes, ma'am, for some flavor. It still fits into the dietary profile you gave me, I checked and double checked."

Nora gave Ava a withering look for a moment before waving her away, poking at her egg whites to remove the flakes for several minutes before beginning to eat.

"New chef," Nora said, sneering down at her plate. "I still don't understand why we couldn't have kept the one from Paris, he was excellent."

"He argued with your dinner choices, remember?" Emil said, turning a page in his newspaper as he speared a piece of fruit.

"Oh yes," Nora said, picking at her eggs.

Emma sighed, looking sadly down at her pancakes. She had really started to like Ava.

Nora pushed back from her spot at the table, heels clicking on the floor again.

"Emma, are your bags ready?"

Emma nodded, pushing back herself.

"Good, go get them. The car should be here soon, the pilot messaged me twenty minutes ago saying he would be ready soon. I suppose we should attempt to be on time this time, he seemed rather put off last time."

Emil snorted, turning another page of his paper. "Honestly, we were only an hour late, I don't see what the big deal was."

Emma ran back up the stairs, smiling at the house staff that carried empty boxes towards her room to finish packing up the things she wouldn't need during her stay. Everything was always organized into three sets: her things that she kept with her, her things for Arendelle, and her things to be packed. Emma hugged a few of the staff members, not knowing if she'd see them again, grabbed her bursting backpack and turned to run back down the stairs.

The front door stood open, the long black car sitting idle at the end of the steps out front. Emma hugged a few more of the staff members, giving Ava an extra long hug before turning to run out the front door. She opened the door and jumped inside, pulling the straps of her bag off to set down in front of her as the car began to move.

Nora was on her phone again, speaking rapidly about various travel accommodations while Emil flipped through the rest of his newspaper. Emma clicked her seat belt into place and looked out the window as the countryside moved past her.

They reached the small airport where the plane was held, the car driving onto the tarmac while the door to the private plane opened.

"Well, we're almost on time," Emil muttered, folding his paper up and picking up his own bag as the car came to a halt.

Emma was the first to open the door, jumping out with her large bag and bounding up the stairs to smile brightly at the pilot.

"Hi James!" she said, shaking his offered hand with both of her smaller ones.

"Hello, your highness," James said, bowing down over her hands to kiss one of them.

She giggled, turning to skip over to her favorite seat, setting her bag down beside her and opening the window shade to look out over the wing.

James greeted Emil behind her, bowing to him as well as he and Nora, still talking on her phone, settled into their seats.

"Ready to go," Emil said, waving his hand towards James, who nodded and gestured to someone on the tarmac.

The door to the airplane closed and James disappeared into the flight deck at the front of the place, the engines revving up around them. Emma dug her music player out of her bag, tucking the small earpieces back into her ears.

The plane ride was short, the trip from the middle of Europe to Arendelle taking about two hours before the plane's wheels thudded back down on the tarmac. Emma tucked all her things back into her bag, smiling back at her parents as she got ready to take the short drive to the palace.

Nora murmured into her phone, setting it down for a moment and standing up, balancing on her heels as she gave Emma a forced smile.

"Emma, dear, we're having some issues with things in New York, and we need to get going right away. So, we will just say our goodbyes here, and see you when we get back, okay?" she said, bending down to carefully hug Emma, patting her gently on the back twice before straightening back up.

Emil stood as well, giving her an awkward hug as well. "The car should be waiting just outside, you'll be just fine. And we will see you in about a month, sound good?"

Emma paused for a long moment, giving them both her best smile and nodding at them.

"Okay," she said, turning to see James opening the door for her. "I will see you then."

They nodded to her, sitting back down and her mother picking her phone up to continue her conversation.

Emma gave James a sad smile, feeling him gently pat her shoulder as she watched the ground crew line up the staircase for her to step down to the tarmac and the black car that was waiting. She glanced behind her, hearing the staircase move away and the plane taxi away, preparing to take off again; not much fuel had been used for the small jaunt to drop her off.

She sat silently in the car as she rode to the palace, watching as the landscape that would normally cheer her up passed by; her bag sat forgotten next to her as she thought.

The car pulled up in front of the palace and Emma burst forward from the car, thinking that she was never happier to see her grandmother standing on the landing. She buried her face in Caroline's middle and cried, wrapping her arms tightly around her grandmother's waist.

"I don't want to leave anymore," Emma mumbled between her hiccups. "I don't want to move anymore, I just want to stay here. Stay here with you, and grandpapa, and grandmamma. Please?"

She turned her face up to look at her grandmother, begging her. Caroline rubbed her hand over Emma's hair, looking down at her sadly.

"Where are your parents?" she asked, looking into the empty car.

Emma looked down and hugged Caroline again. "Off to wherever, without me. Again."

And Emma didn't leave. Emil and Nora didn't give many objections, one less thing for them to worry about as her studies and wellbeing were passed off to Caroline and Anton.

Emma began her schooling again, catching up in the areas she'd fallen behind in from moving from place to place so often. She was happy that she wasn't introduced as The Princess this time, but simply as Emma. She had friends, and hung out with them in the various parts of town as normal teenage girls did. They rented movies, hung pictures of actors around their rooms and practiced their makeup skills on each other.

Anton hired her an art tutor, who carefully nursed Emma's art skills with careful criticism and helpful praise.

When she turned 18, Anton and Caroline began to give her careful lessons of their own in the large office that Anton worked in most days. The first lesson, started with learning about the large family tree.

Emma knew all about the family secret, Caroline had told her about it, and the story of Jack Frost, from since Emma was little. Emma had carefully practiced her own ice powers over the years in private, her mother scowling at it like it was an unsavory talent show act. But she practiced anyways, laughing in the shower with the icicles all around her or sitting in the deep snow with tiny ice figures attending her tea parties. Emil never used his power, if he even had any. Emma had never even seen him use his.

But this lesson about the family tree wasn't about the family secret.

"Today," Anton said, standing back up after the large spread of names was laid out on the table before her. "Today you start to learn how to become a Queen."

She looked up at him, surprised.

"Someday," he continued, smiling at her. "When you are ready."

She swallowed, looking back down at the carefully painted names on the large spread of papers, seeing the carefully painted crown above some of the names. Otto. Elsa. Henrik. Johan. Margrete. Alexander. Catherine. Anton.

She set her finger on her own name, way at the bottom of the page, looking back up at him and smiled.

"Someday, I'll be ready," she answered.

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