Sorry for the late update! Read on and delight in my mushy thoughts...

"Your Highness,"

Elsa turned slowly and looked at the footman decked in a navy coat and black top hat, his face was flushed and he bowed as she set her eyes on him. She frowned and dismissed his bow with a wave, she could not get used to this treatment; she was Queen, yes, but she had lived her life in solitude and this was new to her.

"Do you bring news?" Elsa turned and walked to the window, facing Arendale she was filled with a sense of awe. The port village was magnificent, glistening and glowing, alive with the people wandering its streets.

It's summer. She cringed, she wished winter would return soon, the heat had exhausted her patience and she was itching for the first snowfall.

Recently her mind had been consumed with memories, Anna, Kristof, the former Queen and King, and a mysterious figure she could not see in her mind's eye. Elsa was too young at the time for the memory to last, but she recalled playing in the fresh snow, talking to a man who promised to bring alive the frost.

She closed her eyes in contemplation and could see dancing snowflakes running through the air. A blizzard bunny, she had taken to calling her mesmerizing memory. It was something she could recreate after much practice, the free time during her escape to the mountains had been more than enough.

Elsa reached out a hand, fingers searching for the plane of glass-

"Your Highness?"

Blinking, she retracted her hands and curled her gloved fingers into her skirts. "My apologies, please continue," Concentrate, you're the Queen, act like it. She turned to face the footman, forcing herself to make eye contact.

"We have received a summons from the King of the Southern Isles." The man's eyes danced merrily, filled with excitement and warmth.

She fought the urge to yell 'no' and instead, lowered her eyes, "The Southern Isles?"

"Indeed, Your Majesty,"

"Would this be the same-same Isle from which prince Hans came?" She asked delicately, her heart-felt heavy, she wanted to blast ice through the sky, pin that offensive name to the wall.

Anna, sweet, naïve Anna had nearly died from that man's insolence. Elsa had assumed that she could protect Anna by removing herself, she had been wrong. Prince Hans had nearly ruined it all.

"The same, Your Highness," The man looked hopeful.

Elsa narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath, hold back, be strong, you are a bigger person now. "Please tell the King that my schedule will not allow for a trip, offer my apology and instruct him that I am not interested in any of his sons."

The footman cringed and bowed, his mouth flapping like a fish.

She sighed, I'm so tired, can these people not leave me be? "What is it?" The man's mouth continued to move silently, "Speak up,"

He cleared his throat, "I regret to tell Your Majesty, that the King of the Southern Isles and three of his stately princes are waiting to meet Your Majesty in the Parlor."

With nervousness, she extended a gloved hand, "Leave me," she looked at him, small spurts of anger and fear clouding her voice. "Make haste! Make no mention of my presence to the King,"

The footman began to speak but wisely kept quiet, hurried from the room and closed the door.

Elsa felt her fingers tingling with the cold, her breath came in small burst of air, visible as the air around her thickened.

"Conceal, don't feel, put on a show," She stuck her fingers in her hair. "Smile," she commanded herself, "Anna has Kristof now, no one can harm her." Her breath sawed in and out, her heart beat wildly, images of Anna frozen came to mind. "I must control it, I must keep her safe," She hugged her gloved hands to her chest, "I must be a good girl,"

Drawing a deep breath, she pulled off one glove. "Control it,"Slowly she reached for the window, fear clawing at her mind. Her fingers began to shake, and she cringed as they came into contact with the smooth glass.

At first nothing happened, she let her breath rush from her lips. A moment later tiny flecks of frost seeped onto the glass, appearing out of air. Slowly, they grew into a shape, taking form, came to life. A sigh of relief parted her lips and her lips twitched into a small smile. "Thank you, kind snow stranger,"

The frost danced from the window, flew around her head, the Blizzard Bunny bouncing as if it had always lived. She chuckled, the tension draining from her shoulders as the frosted creature nuzzled at her face. "I can do this," she told the bunny and gently petted its head.

I must hurry, I will speak to the King and make sure they are prepared to leave in the morning. With that she looked upon the Blizzard bunny who instantly turned to snow, drifting to the ground in gleaming white flakes.

Elsa hiked up her skirts and rushed to the door, upon throwing it open she came face to face with the footman who blushed and bowed, embarrassed.

"Take our guests some tea and have Kelsey ready some rooms. Bring me my coat and ready the horses, we will be travelling to the docks." The Spirits of summer know it was blistering hot but Elsa was sure that she might need her coat on this out ride.

Bowing three times in succession, the footman scurried away.

"May my powers have mercy on us all," she could hardly have Blizzard bunnies following her around to tame her fears.

As she walked away, she failed to notice the growing frostbitten hand print on the glass and the two icy foot prints on the window still.

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