The golden sun rose over the pale lights of Arandelle. Almost 6 months had passed since Queen Elsa's coronation. Six extremely long ,and tiring months. The Queen barely got to sit down, or relax anymore. All her time was spent in meetings with councillors, trade envoys, dignitaries, and various other important, but boring people. Hours were filled with endless, droning voices informing her about the increasing prices of cabbage, misuse of bins and supposedly hilarious stories about faraway kingdoms. The queen was fed up.

Yawning, she opened her tired eyes, and bathed her slender body in the morning sun. At distance bird sang a sad song, which was echoed back by its companions. She had fallen asleep at her desk again, surrounded by piles of uncompleted paperwork. It was never endless. Slowly, she stood up stretching her sleepy limps, and walked over to the window. Pushing it open, she stuck her head outside and breathed in the cool air. Fresh, comforting coldness surrounded her face and neck. Out in the courtyard, she watched Anna chatting to Sven in the stables. Elsa assumed she had woken up early to go out with Kristoff. The Reindeer amused Elsa; it had an endearing curiosity in the way it seemed to listen, and reply to Anna. From behind, Kristoff appeared carrying a bag of supplies, and a handful of carrots. The Reindeer pushed with his nose at the man, inpatient for his carrots. Elsa could here Anna's sweet but loud laughed from her room. She paused for a moment. How she wished she could've like the princess, carefree and enjoying life. Instead she was stuck inside all day long, barely seeing the outside world or her younger sibling, the only family she had left. A small tear dripped down her cheek, and she pushed the thought out of her mind. ' Be Strong, don't let them know how you are feeling' she told herself. There was a knock at the door. She turned away from the window, just before Kristoff wrapped the Princess in a massive hug, which filled the courtyard with a joyous laugh. Elsa sighed. "Who is it?" she called out. "Me, ma'am," one of the servants called out, gently pushing the door open with her elbow. The young queen ran forward, to help, as the doors were heavy ad she was carrying a heavy tray laden with tea, and breakfast. The servant murmured her gratitude, as she placed the tray upon Elsa's old wooden desk, and bowed to the queen. Elsa nodded respectfully.

"You have a meeting at 10am, 2pm and dinner with the Duke of at 6pm." The servant informed the queen, "and you mail will arrived at 12." the quickly she scuttled out pf the room, leaving in the queen on her own. With reluctance, she sat down and began her breakfast.

"Dong, Dong, Dong!" The clock on the great tower that towered above the city, struck midday. A crow that had been nesting there flapped it wings and circled the town square. Elsa pushed the door open into her sleeping quarters, touching the snowflake woodwork with his pale fingers. The pattern extended the whole width of the oak door, and each one was incredibly detailed and all perfect replicas of really snowflakes. They could have only been made by magic. It was of the few features she had found beautiful about her magic, when she had been confined to her room, little over 6 months ago. Although she had whipped all traces of her isolation from the castle, she had decided to keep the patterns on the door, as a reminder of how she should keep them open.

She swept through the door, and collapsed on to her bed. She had been stuck in a long meeting about crop prices and transporting times. It was dull, and uninteresting and the Queen had zoned out slightly, imagining what it would be like if she wasn't queen. She would be free of the demands of the people, and life she was expected to live. Eventually she had come back to earth, when their insistent drone had stopped, and they had all begun to stare at her, waiting for opinion. It was hopeless. She was stuck in this life now. Elsa knew is she quit, then Anna would have to take up the reigns, and she did not wish for that to happen to her beautiful, innocent sister. No, she had to stay on.

With a determination filing her heart, Elsa sat up and looked at the mail on her desk. On top of the pile was a letter that caught her eye. It wasn't the smallness of the letter, or the messy handwriting on top. It was the stamp that caught her eye. It had been posted from 'the Southern Isles.'