Lunch came and Anna wasn't that surprised to find that she'd be eating alone. Her mother was with Elsa, preparing her for the trip, and her father was off doing kingly things. So the young princess ate alone and cleaned up her dishes. The staff watched, interested, as she carried her plate and glass into the kitchen, and up to the large set of sinks. Smiling victoriously Anna placed her hands on her hips and headed out to the great hall.

She passed a couple of servants on the way, all carrying dirty platters that must've come from her father or the rest of her family, and slid down a hallway towards the painting room. Anna passed Elsa's room, hearing her mother say something about keeping everything under control for the trip. She stopped and pressed her hand and ear to the door, holding her breath.

"Mother, I don't know, I'm questioning my ability to keep calm during the trip."

"You'll do fine Elsa, just…conceal it, don't feel it."

"Yes I know mother, I'm just worried about all of this."

Anna frowned and leaned away from the door. Why would Elsa have to be worried about anything? She balled up her fist and held it to her chest, slightly determined to find out why Elsa would be worried, but also considering the fact that she needed to respect her sister's privacy. Anna walked to her own room, opened the door, and slowly sat to her bed. She had a lot to think about before the car showed up that night.

In the bedroom across the hall Elsa was finishing her conversation with her mother. She was wearing fancier gloves than usual, light blue with white stripes down the sides, and had her blue overcoat covering the top of her traveling dress – which was really just a heavy cotton blue gown that ended mid calf rather than at her ankles. Her mother stood there in her own longer gown, sighing at the sight of her daughter. "I can't believe you're actually leaving."

"Neither can I, it's going to be…fantastic. Even if I have to worry about the trip…" She smiled at her mother and picked up the suitcase Anna had helped her pack off the bed. "I'll be fine; you said that these people are led by the man on the moon right?"

"Well, he was the one who chose you."

"Right," She opened the door to her room and let her mother out into the hall, following behind sluggishly. "So, who is this 'man on the moon' anyways? You never actually went into detail on that."

The queen folded her hands behind her back and led the way down the hall and towards the front door. "He is the one who chooses all who will have powers. He's a powerful, powerful being and does his best to keep order."

Elsa snorted. "Let me guess, I'm a liability?"

"Not necessarily, but it simpler words, yes." The turned down a couple of hallways, passed the great hall, and came to the door. "You are a liability because you do not know whether you are good or evil yet, that is something that comes with experience."

The princess ringed her hands together. "I don't want to be evil mother. I don't want to be a monster. I want to grow up normal."

The queen smiled knowingly and placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I know. We all want to grow up normally. But you Elsa are special. Just because you're magical and mystical doesn't mean the end of the world. And like I said, whether you are bad or good, that will not be decided till you get some experience with either side. Although, I know when the time comes you will make the correct decision and join the side of the angels." She straightened out Elsa's overcoat, smile never faltering. "Now, go load up your bags and we'll finish filling out that paper work."

Nodding, the white haired girl raised her suitcase a little bit and had one of the servants open the door for her. The black Pontiac was already sitting at the base of the steps, man inside keeping warm, so she slowly made her way to it. The suitcase was heavier than she thought and it happened to be dragging itself, and her, down towards the ground. No matter, the trunk was opened for her and one of the guards came by to help her load up the bag. She thanked him, and stepped back inside.

The queen was in the dining room again, papers strewn across the large oak table, pen in hand, and husband at the ready. The two were mumbling to each other when their eldest walked in, posture straight and expression stale. They waved her over. "Sign that stack of papers over there, then come back and I'll give you the stack that you have to initial."

Elsa eyed the ten forms all neatly piled aside for her and almost giggled at the frantic look in her father's eyes. She picked up the papers, and an extra pen, then sat to fill them out. They were mostly disclosure forms and things that had to do with her and her parents giving the academy full parental/guardian control over her and such. She signed them all, then got the next stack, and initialed each one of those papers. Her mother looked exhausted by the end of it, hand cramped up to the position of one holding a pen, hair a little askew, and large bags under her eyes.

The princess stood and walked to be next to her mother. "Why are you so tired, did you not sleep last night?" The queen chuckled.

"I woke you up at four in the morning remember? I could barely get a wink last night thinking of what your answer would be."

Elsa shifted on her feet. "Did you want me to say no?"

Her mother turned and shook her head. "No! Of course not! I was afraid that you'd say no. I wanted this for more than anything in the world. I love you Elsa, you're my daughter, and I know how much it hurts you to not be able to spend time with Anna, so I wanted you to be able to control your powers so that you may go back to being Anna's elder sister."

The princess smiled. "So do I."

Standing, the queen of Arendelle placed her hand in the middle of the Elsa's back. "Then let's do this."

Elsa spent the rest of the day in her room, doing whatever she could to stay focused on not turning a seat to ice when she sat, and when the time came to leave, she was ready to go. Anna hung behind her parents as they walked their oldest daughter out to the front door, down the steps, and to the front of the car.

The queen stood aside as her husband and her daughter embraced, the king leaning over Elsa and holding her tight before he shivered and stepped back. Elsa looked sorrowful at her father who just reassured her with a nod and pushed Anna forwards. The two sisters stared at each other and Anna shifted on her heels as Elsa just leaned down, and took her sister in her arms. The younger perked up and hugged Elsa back, closing her eyes and not noticing how the front of her body began to cool down.

Elsa pushed her sister off of her and gave her a small grin, then headed to the back door of the Pontiac. The servant opened the door for her, saying the usual, "Princess," and she checked back with her family. The queen waved with her fingers, and grabbed Anna around the shoulders. Elsa let out a sigh, then sunk into the car, picking up the back of her dress as she went.

The rest of the royal family watched as the servant shut the door then stood back as the driver fired up the engine. The car roared to life, was shifted into gear, and then began coasting towards the gates. Anna watched for the first time in a long while as the gates opened and the black car slid out into the town. She jumped when the gates slammed back shut moments later.