Queen Sarah raced through the halls of the castle as she carried the screaming two-year-old Princess Elsa on her shoulder. She had to make to their room before Elsa became obvious to anyone else.
Sarah had her daughter's hands close to her chest trying to keep the magic from showing, but her daughter was so cold it wasn't just hurting, it was beginning to burn.
Sarah dashed around the last corner and saw one of the maids, "Open the door!"
The maid dove for the door and ripped it open, but stayed outside of the room. They had been instructed that if Elsa was having a tantrum that only the king or queen were allowed to handle it but to clear the way to the royal apartment.
Queen Sarah dashed into the royal apartments and kicked the door closed on her way through. She spun around, slipped and crashed into the bed, cradling her baby to keep her safe as they fell.
Once they stopped falling Sarah let go of her daughter to kick and scream on the soft rug next to the bed. A fountain of snow and ice flowed up from her daughter's hands, rising six feet into the air and slowly falling again. That was okay, the rug and duvet could be hung to dry.
Sarah tried to stand up but the pain on her chest pulled her up short. She looked down, her side was soaked from trying to contain the magic, that was normal, or as normal as things seemed to be some days. She saw a glittering spot on her chest, it was frozen. She poked at it, the fabric was stuck to her skin.
The outraged screams of her baby girl ground into her head, but Sarah carefully rose and walked to the vanity. The wicked winters of Arendelle the past few years had taught her to be respectful of the cold and how to treat cold-based injuries. Sarah slowly poured the cool water from the pitcher onto her chest, the ice quickly melted and her dress came free.
Sarah opened her dress and checked her skin, it was quite red under the frozen patch, and it had blistered a little. Her daughter had given her frostbite. At least it was high on her chest and not on her breast, a new life was forming in her belly and she wanted to feed her next child.
Sarah bit her lip, slumping into the chair next to the vanity, this was getting to be a problem. Her baby was getting too powerful to control the old way. She needed a new way, but she had no idea what, the screaming her baby was making made it impossible to think straight.
Sarah didn't like hearing about the rumors that they were being too indulgent of the princess but no one knew of her baby's magic and they were struggling to keep it that way. Elsa was just a baby and didn't know what she was doing.
Elsa began to calm under the small pile of snow she was making. Sarah went over and picked up some of the snow and drizzled it over her baby, who giggled in glee. Sarah wondered if Elsa thought she was making snow like she did.
Sarah knelt in the little bit of snow around her baby. "Whatever are we going to do with you, Elsa? You can't keep doing this. People might not understand if they saw you doing this. They could be afraid." Like I am sometimes, Sarah didn't add, but tears began to fill her eyes.
Elsa stood up on her chubby legs, put an hand on her mother's arm and said, "Mama, I wuv you."
"I love you too, Elsa." said Sarah as she hugged her baby tight.
Elsa put her arms around her mother and the ice and the snow and the water disappeared.
"Good girl for cleaning up." said Sarah.
"Tank you."
"Elsa, you hurt mama." Sarah opened her dress more and showed her daughter the frostbite.
"sowwy" said Elsa in a small voice. She went over and kissed it. "Better?" she asked brightly.
Sarah smiled at that. "Thank you, but you can't be making snowflakes when you are crying, and you shouldn't get mad like that. You hurt people when you do that and that is not good, and you want to be a good girl."
"Yes, mama." Elsa said seriously.
"Good girl. Now if your food is too hot, blow on it, don't stick your fingers in it. Or tell us and we'll blow on it to cool it off. Understand?"
"Yes, mama. Blow on hot food. No figners."
Sarah smiled at the cute way her daughter mispronounced certain words. "How's your finger?"
Elsa brought up her finger to look at it. "Needs kiss."
"Okay." and the mama kissed her baby's booboo and made it all better.
