Chapter 10
Five years later
"Auntie Elsa! Catch!"
Skye had just turned five, and Elsa was spending every spare minute she had teaching her niece how to control her powers. The child's magic was even stronger than what Elsa's had been at that age.
Two years after Skye's birth, Anna and Kristoff welcomed another addition to their family; a little boy called Erik. Whilst Skye had Elsa's pale features and blue eyes, and looked exactly like she had when she was younger, Erik was an exact miniature of his father. Neither of Anna's children resembled her much.
The queen suddenly snapped back to the present when Skye's snowball hit her full in the face. Wiping the frozen water out of her eyes, Elsa conjured up a gigantic snowball bigger than herself. "Hehehe, you'll never escape the wrath of the Snow Queen!"
"Noooo!" Skye began to run, taking it totally seriously.
"Aw, I'm just joking, come here!" Elsa disposed of the snowball and tickled her niece mercilessly, who laughed so hard she nearly wet herself.
"Okay, playtime's over. Time to learn something."
After Skye's lesson, they were both exhausted. "Elsa?" Skye piped up breathlessly.
"Yes?"
"Can we get some hot chocolate?"
"Mmm, of course!"
"With extra marshmallows?"
"With extra marshmallows."
Elsa smiled. At least she had inherited her mother's love for chocolate. Thinking of Anna, and how annoyed she'd be if she missed out on hot choc, she shouted her name. The princess came running, thinking something bad had happened. Instead, the scene that met her eyes made her laugh. Both her sister and daughter were sitting in front of the fire, chocolate covering their mouths.
"We thought you would want to join us," Elsa said through a mouthful of marshmallow.
"Want to? I need to! Where's my cup?"
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Later that evening, Elsa's eyeballs ached. Being awake reading letters by dim candlelight certainly wasn't doing her any favours. Sighing and shivering with tiredness, she reached for the last envelope in the pile. Her vision blurred, but she came completely into focus when she saw where the letter was from.
It was from the Southern Isles.