Sorry for the late update but I have a one week exam going so I can't be on much since my Mom always told me to study (she's at work and I have fairly easy exam tomorrow so…). Anyway, let's get a little look into Eira's past, shall we? Oh and since Frozen is Disney and Disney means music all around, this chapter is going to be musical. Prepare yourself with a YouTube going on for the music!
The Ice Spirit sat on a dark stone, probably once had been one of the foundation of a castle, but now it was all merely debris. She was looking at a snowflake shaped brooch, blue sapphire gemstones decorating the beautiful accessory.
It was a little gift from her Mother a long time ago, when the kingdom of Avalanche still stood on the top of a hill. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Eira could see the debris around her turned into a vague image of a kingdom, its walls made of white stones and the blue flags on each top of many towers wave with the small breeze.
She could see a boy at the age of thirteen, his hair blonde and combed back in a regal way, and a girl not older than ten with the similar blonde hair only lighter in shade, standing face-to-face in the middle of the castle courtyard.
"Oh Vinter," the boy said in a pity voice. "Grow up and face the truth, I am the heir to the throne, I would rule this kingdom. You, on the other hand, are just the spare."
The words stuck right through the girl who could only stand there, shocked. The boy turned and walked away, disappearing from the image. The background trembled around the girl and changed into one of the halls of the castle, the high pillars decorated with gold.
"Spare…?" the girl repeated quietly. "Am I really just the spare?" she walked to a nearby window, looking out to the village below. "I'm not part of the town, not born to be Queen, just somebody hopelessly in between." She sighed and looked around her shoulder to the family portrait on the wall with a King and Queen in it, she and the older boy were there too. "He's the scholar; athlete, poet. I'm the screw up… don't I know It." she turned and walked toward the portrait slowly. "But then, who could ever compare? Of course they're gonna think I'm just the spare… Well, I won't care."
She turned and began to run along the halls. "So I'm the extra button on a coat, in case another one comes loose. But if I have to be a button, why can't I be a button that's of use? Oops!" she accidentally ran into one of the suit of armors in the hall, but she kept on running. "I may lack style and I may lack grace, and once in a while I might fall on my face." She tripped on a step but continued on, the two guards standing by the thick double doors pushed them open, letting the Princess went through to the castle's garden. "But this little button deserves a place in the sky~. This button wants to fly-!"
"Wait," she stopped abruptly. "Buttons can't fly, it doesn't make any sense!" she groaned at her own error before start to walk in the garden.
"So I'm the rusty horseshoe hanging up, over somebody's old barn door. And I'll be hanging there forever, just wishing the horse has one leg more." She picked a red flower and tucked it behind her ear. "And maybe I can't be the perfect one. And maybe I err on the side of fun. But horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere~. This horseshoe is more than just a spare…"
She plopped down on the green grass by a group of cute little ducklings, not even worrying about ruining her purple dress. "Someday I'll find my thing, a thing that's on my own. That thing that makes me part of something, not just all alone. If only all this feeling I have in my heart, could mean something to someone, how I'd love to play that part…" she threw her hands up as she lied down on the grass.
She rolled onto her stomach, her face merely inches from the ducklings, with her lips pouting. "So I'm just the second born sister, who most of the town ignores. Like a button, like a horseshoe, like a girl who's bad at metaphors."
She pushed herself up and started to run around the garden with her arms wide open and her eyes closed. "Maybe I don't have a magic touch. And maybe I don't have a talent as such. Just this heart with much too much to share… So I'll never be the heir, but I'm more than just the spare-! Ow!"
The sound of various things falling down after being ran into by the young Princess covered the sound of two people colliding into one another. With her butt landing on the grass, she looked up, her blue eyes meeting grey ones owned by a boy about her age.
"Eira?"
"Hey Eira!"
With a rather harsh shake on her shoulders, the girl opened her eyes only to meet a pair of electric grey ones staring back at her with a look of concern in them. "Damien! What are you doing here?!"
The Spirit of Mischievousness breathed a sigh of relief before plopping down beside the girl. "Well… I saw you sitting here all alone and, you know, I kinda wondering what's up. So, long story short, I call your name but you didn't answer. So I kinda shake your shoulders to gain your attention." He ended his short explanation with a shrug. "Anyway, what are you thinking?"
With a glance down at the brooch in her balled up fist, Eira looked at her fellow and shook her head. "Nothing. Just… this place brings nostalgic memories." She said, gesturing to the debris around them.
Damien nodded. "Yea… sometimes I have those moments too."
Desperate for changing the topic, the girl stood up on the rock in one fluid motion. "Shall we go now? I bet I can beat you on flying around the world. I am, obviously, the fastest Spirit."
Damien snorted and stood up as well, holding his staff on his shoulder. "You're kidding right? I'm Damien, the Spirit of Mischief, no one can beat me."
"Is that a challenge then?" Eira questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Hell yea, Princess."
Eira swatted his arm before flying off, calling over her shoulder. "See you later at the finish line!"
"Hey you cheated!" Damien called as he bolted off too, chasing the girl. But he only earned a jingling laughter from the Ice Spirit…
So yea, basically I wanted to show you that Eira has her own childish and fun side, like a combination from Elsa and Anna. I hope you like it! Oh and before I go, do you know the title of the song I used?
