A great sound rings in my ears. Chaucer has yelled something, I can only assume it was my name. Everyone is staring at me, so it must have been. I inhale, and wipe all emotion from my face. I step forward.
Not in my whole life have I seen this many people gathered, not even as a girl when the king and queen still held such beautiful festivals. The realization that I am so distant from the world slams me as I realize i called my own parents by their formal titles. How sad a recluse I must be. I stare at the ground as I make my way to the front of the wooden platform, obviously built the day before, for nails are missing in some of the boards. Or perhaps it is the fact that the whole platform seems to be moving under me. I look up to rid myself of the vertigo, but my sisters strained smile, the pain in her eyes, while granted, it does remove the vertigo, it sets off a painful pang in my heart. I shift my eyes away without a second thought.
My eyes skim the cheering crowd. Their shouts and whoops are but a mere ringing in my ears, and as I take in their sheer number, I thank goodness that I wear my gloves. I have managed to restrain it, so that Chaucer and my sister would not feel it, but the cold around me is so fierce, I look paler than I should be, and that is saying much. I ignore the nervousness that has crept over me at the realization I have goose bumps from the cold by looking into the eyes of a young child. She has strawberry blonde hair, done in two braids and twinkling blue eyes. I know that I am imagining my young sisters face on another child in the crowd, but it somehow eases my pain.
Suddenly, all the sounds bounce back in, and I hear the talking of the crowd as well as the registration of Chaucer's four words. "How about a demonstration?" The knowledge i gained in my half conscious state informs me that he means a demonstration of my sword. I breathe in shakily, and grab the handle of Storm. I make the decision to slowly draw Storm out, and I hold it in the air for a few seconds before i slash it down, and show off a few moves. Normally when i use my sword I also use my power, but with all the innocent and small in the crowd, i deem my extension of lethalness an act too scary to demonstrate. I finish off by holding my sword to the air again, with a smile upon my face, before sending it back into its sheath.
The crowd just adored my final flourish, and their cheers rise in volume and jubilance. Chaucer laughs greatly from glee, and waves his hand in a gesture for the people to follow as he steps toward the castle, saying, "Oh, come now, my dear friends! We mustn't postpone the accolade any further!"
People gathered inside the great hall, orderly and quietly. I strode to the front of the room, as the crowd parted in half for my sister to pass. My sister. Arendelle's 18 year old queen. All because I denied the throne, here she is, sending me quite possibly to my death, into war. All because i want to. What a conflicting place she must be in. Still, it is probably no where near my turmoil. I have a frowned upon, unnatural ability, am extremely unsocial, and I have to become this revered leader that will rally all the countries. It may be an impossible task, but I am set to finish it. For my people, and for my sister.
Im slightly amused and addled by how quickly the event has proceeded. I am already kneeling down in front of Queen Anna. She takes the sword from a squire standing next to her, and inhales before tapping each of my shoulders once and proclaiming, "I dub the... Dame Elsa. Knight of Arendelle, Princess, Ambassador and Leader hereon in this war."
Thats it? I rise and present myself to the crowd. They literally loose it.
