(3 years ago) May 1, 1783
Arendelle Castle
Anna didn't know why, but Elsa frightened her. Elsa never did anything but Anna had strong feelings about her facial expressions and features. To her, she reminded Elsa of the vintage porcelain angel that sat on top of Elsa's fireplace. It was one of Anna's favorite pieces of art that lay around the palace.
Because it reminded her of Elsa.
The angel had blonde hair, a white tunic and a wreath of flowers on its head. It was seated daintily and had its calves extended up to its bare feet.
Honestly, Elsa looked quite ethereal, yet haunting.
She was never exposed to too much emotion and despite so much, she and Anna weren't very close.
Anna was too afraid to go near her and even the servants.
And sadly, Elsa was aware of that.
Sometimes she would get mad at herself and would be by herself in a hidden passageway under the castle.
The fjord water would usually creep in so she had to cross a lake to her destination.
Which was her hideaway.
It was where Elsa could actually be herself. The late king discovered it a long time ago. This was made unknown to not a single person so the only possible source of light came from candles and fire.
Though it was just candles, there were so many that it lit up the entire lair.
A pipe organ was here. Paintings, sketches and books of different kinds of poetry all around the place. It felt like a real home to Elsa. Usually, she was neat and reserved. But down there, a completely different person. She cried here, sang arias, wrote poetry, sketched and played the pipe organ.
Elsa felt happier there but she didn't feel right. Being there was like a crime. Like she wasn't supposed to be there and instead was supposed to attend to her royal duties.
Elsa was mainly a teenager.
She was seventeen.
But she was nothing like her younger sister Anna.
Anna was like any other ditzy teenager. She laughed, broke rules, fell in love incessantly, and got in trouble.
Elsa had to attend meetings, torture herself over numerous lessons, even attend to her suitors and to pick her future king but Elsa didn't want that. She didn't want to be married out of business purposes. She didn't want to be queen either.
She was missing out on so much that she envied Anna's freedom.
She recalled the day when she was far more younger than she is now.
The day her father was still able to feel her embrace but now, far too afraid for his own daughter. Lord, Elsa missed those days dearly.
'Once you become queen, you'll own all this land.' The king would tell a little Elsa who would sit on his lap as he gestured to the entire kingdom of Arendelle.
'Everything, papa?!' She would ask incredulously.
'Everything the light touches.' The king promised.
"Everything the light touches..." Elsa muttered to herself and looked over the kingdom, extending to valleys and mountains and more houses.
"That's a lot of light."
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