The Girl With A Frozen Touch

Chapter 4: Tales of Snowflake Isle

By: The Firebending Frog

This chapter is a collection of shorter stories, mostly because I got writers block and decided to just start writing.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Frozen, it belongs to Disney and Disney animation studios.

The Island was known as Snowflake isle, Originally settled by merchants a piece of property on the island was given to the king in order to improve relations with the kingdom of Arendelle which held a strategic trade location for ships bringing goods to Britain, Spain, and France. The island belonged to a wealthy merchant family until the last son of the house gave it away to his youngest daughter. Snowflake isle had been given to the king of Arendelle when he married the owners daughter, Elsa's mother. Now because of this Arendelle had hit a large span of trade that had lasted the last ten years making trade available to more than Weselton. The king and Queen would make yearly visits until Elsa was born, and they likely wouldn't resume when Anna was older but until then Elsa's first visit was the biggest thing that had happened to Snowflake Isle since the last royal visit, and people were very eager to see the new crown princess. Everyone would greet me and everyone would make a big deal out of me, and every member of the royal party thought I enjoyed it, that is with the exception of me.

I was used to people bowing in the marketplace but I was not ready for cheering and clapping people in my face the moment we left the royal grounds, it was scary to put it nicely. After our first outing Daddy decided it was best if we stayed indoors for a few days until the hype lowered, and so my first two days of vacation were nothing but wandering around an empty Mansion, well if you don't count all the family possessions it was. The halls were just filled with them, Suits of armour worn by my forefathers, paintings of relatives I didn't even know the names of, and quite a few rare vases and sculptures. The weirdest thing in the building was that suit of armour built for a girl, I knew for a fact that it was probably ceremonial but it just looked so weird, whenever I asked Daddy about it he'd say he always asked the same questions and no one knew any answers. That sucked but it wasn't all bad.

The Staff were nice but less in numbers so I actually had to do stuff myself and it was awesome! I would have to pick out my own clothes, I'd have to do my own hair, and every other day I'd have to pick up my messes. Being independent felt great and I didn't have anyone breathing down my neck to make sure I did stuff right, if I didn't clean my messes up they'd be there the next day and Daddy would force me to clean them up. It was fun.

Over the course of the two days Daddy would read books while I explored every room and looked out every window numerous times. The building was amazing so I wasn't bored ever.

"I believe she's been to that window eighteen times." A butler told my father as I gazed out a nearby window at the gardens below, they were filled with flowers that wouldn't survive in the harsh winters of Arendelle, they were the most beautiful blues, violets, and greens I'd ever seen, too bad they could only survive here.

"Let her enjoy the place, I was no different on my first conscious visit." Daddy replied.

"You were born here sire." The butler replied.

"That's why I said conscious." Daddy replied with a wave of his hand.

"Can I go outside?" I asked turning towards Daddy, "I wanna visit the garden."

"I don't see why not." daddy shrugged walking over and pulling me away from the windowsill and walking towards the door.

I'd been in the garden three times already and it continued to amaze me, with so little staff I wondered how they kept such a huge area clean and well trimmed. When I'd been here before I'd gotten lost in the hedge maze, fell into a giant puddle of mud, and been attacked by bees. It was still fun though.

The moment Daddy set me down I took off into the hedges, I could get lost in them but daddy could see over them easily, so I was in no danger of getting lost and blindly charged into it. Once again being three is awesome. The hedges were a beautiful green, lively and warm, I liked the contrast to the boring walls at the castle, if I had to stare at them all day I'd probably start talking to myself out of boredom, I'm so glad I don't have to do that.

Without my mother around to scold me for being reckless I quickly got myself lost among the bushes. The great thing was there were always things to find in them, one time I found a statue of a couple that looked like they may have been former rulers, another time I discovered grave markers, at the time I didn't know what they were but the moment Daddy explained them I refused to go within ten feet of them. The maze was also filled with flowerbeds, the flowers that grew in them were always beautiful and they were as bright as Winter Snow.

While running around I began pretending I was in a forest due to the height of the hedges. a cool Wind rushed through the hedges as I ran around and suddenly I was hit with a wave of chills. Curiously I turned around to come face to face with a creepy grave marker, The elaborate image of some artists interpretation of death holding a scythe was about all I could take. So I did what any frightened child would do, I screamed.

Daddy found me soon after and took me inside, he didn't tell me why a hedge was grown on a graveyard but I was certain I wouldn't go running off again after that.

When my father decided we should go to the theatre I was more excited than anything else in the world, I put on the nicest blue dress I had and one of the staff did my hair in a ponytail behind my head. I was so excited I actually forgot to ask what a theatre was exactly until an hour before our visit.

"A theatre is a place where trained actors perform a story." Daddy replied, "Kind of like a book you can see."

"But I can only read a little bit!" I replied worried that I wouldn't understand anything.

"You have a clear understanding of speech, you should be okay." Daddy stated picking me up, "You'll enjoy it trust me."

I wasn't convinced and I doubted there was anything he could do to change my mind.

When we visited the town square that night I was astounded. When I'd been there before it had been during the day, but during the night it was lit up with beautiful fiery colours and lanterns that gave off a nice light. It was basically the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. People were also in the square, lots and lots of them. Because the king was in town I guess they felt like it would make them cooler if they were near him or something. I don't know I can't read minds.

"Elsa stay close." Daddy ordered as we walked through the crowded marketplace, "I don't want you getting lost here."

I nodded. I was far too nervous to talk, people kept bowing and staring at me, they reminded me of wolves in the fairy tales I was read at night, they seemed friendly but behind your back they would do the most horrendous things. I knew I was overreacting but the sheer amount of people frightened me.

Eventually we came upon a very large building made from wood and smooth grey stone, it was built like it was meant for hundreds of people yet it was smaller than the castle, weird. The inside was also beautiful, a large stage stood directly opposite the seats, there were two levels of seating, the upper ones I guessed were either more expensive or reserved since fewer people were up there. Daddy brought me to the upper level and we sat down for what seemed like forever.

Eventually the curtains were drawn and I was greeted by cheerful colours, beautiful actors, and an arrangement of things that impressed me. I couldn't follow the story too well but it was some kind of fairy tale. I think the highlight was when the lead began singing in a voice like silk, something I knew I'd never be able to achieve, with the flawless vocals and stunning background music and all. The show ended and Daddy had to literally drag me from the theatre, I made sure not to scream but I made it hard for him to drag me. I knew what the consequences were when I made a fuss in public.

As the days drew on we left the mansion more and more, Some days we'd spend the entire day in the market while others we'd venture to the beach or into the woods. As much as I loved exploring the island the mansion had just as much to offer with its countless rooms, pictures, and priceless artifacts. So even when it rained I had a good time. One particular rainy day I decided it was time I explored the massive library, I knew I wouldn't be able to read much but I could at least understand what was going on most of the time. My favorite books were the weathered and old ones, they were always hand written and had detailed drawings about random things, whether it be flowers, mythical creatures, or even people I loved to look at the pictures and catch random written words.

On this day however I couldn't seem to find anything of interest, Daddy was reading something I wouldn't ever be interested in so I decided to browse one of the massive shelves filled with old leather bindings of various shades, these books were always a bunch of gibberish to me but the pictures were cool. I finally decided on a worn and aged looking book with a crimson cover.

I placed the heavy book on the ground with a dull thud and opened it to a random page, I was greeted by a stunning picture. White mountains, Crystalline caverns, trees bent by the weight of snow, and throughout it all I only saw the beauty that the harsh winters brought. I turned the page expecting more only to be greeted by a drawing of the suit of armour in the hallway near the kitchens.

"Why is this in here?" I asked myself turning the pages and finding images that simply amazed me, trolls expelling Winter from the throat of someone, a map marking where they lived, and even descriptions of magical ice powers. I love fictional things. The images were great, the few sentences I could understand were interesting so I decided to hide the book somewhere I'd remember it, so when we came back one day I might be able to understand it fully.

"Elsa!" I heard my Father call so I rapidly lay down on the ground and shoved the book under a suitcase.

"I'll be back." I told it before running to my father excitedly.

After a few hours the rain stopped and we ventured out into the muddy grounds, I dared not step in the water because it didn't look nice at all. There were also little slimy worms everywhere and if the puddles weren't enough to make me watch my step those things made sure I was delicate with them. The grounds smelled odd, not a bad odd but a nice moist smell, the humidity and the cloud overcast made it cold but not cold enough to be uncomfortable. The weather remained terrible for a few days until my father looked at me and decided it was time to head home. I really couldn't argue with that, I missed Mommy.

We packed up our stuff and my father let me visit the beach for one last walk, with the ship in the distance I began walking along until I stepped on something sharp and cried out in pain. I lifted my foot to find a pink and cream conch shell. Daddy had told me you could hear the ocean if you held it to your ear so I did that and was greeted by the sounds of air rushing through it, it sounded beautiful and I decided I could take a piece of the ocean with me. I took it away from my ear and gazed upon its beauty, the swirling pink and cream colours were like music for the eyes.

A many legged insect crawled out of it and a screamed in terror.

"DADDY!" I screamed running to the boat.

And I didn't look back

Sorry about the rushed ending but this chapter was pissing me off, I just couldn't write for it, I was doing so good with a multitude of characters, but this one just sucked, well look on the bright side there probably won't be another chapter like this for a while, but we can get back to the funnier, heartwarming, and interesting stuff. Until then I'm going to go write an extra long chapter to make up for this, just don't give up on me please!