Tyranny of Queen Elsa

Epilogue

15 September 2055

Siltu Norway

Noon

The rain fell heavy but there was no thunder or lightning. The young woman thanked the employee of the bookshop and sat down to read a news paper of a sort within the store. The golden haired girl took in the information of the news rapidly before standing as the employee returned, he had her requested item in hand.

"Thank you" The girl said simply with a bow as he also brought her change

"You are welcome Elizabeth" the old man said, he saw the rainfall outside the shop windows "The weatherman got it wrong again" He mumbled "You sure you want to go walking in this mess ?"

Elizabeth smiled thinly at the mention of the weather. "I'll be alright, Jeffry, its only rain afterall"

"True enough. Stay safe, see you bright and early tomorrow ?" Jeffry said to her

She nodded "Like always." For as long as Elizabeth could remember, Jeffry's Bookshop treated her like family, and today was no different, every morning from just before the shop opened to just after noon she was there, helping to open, and keep the store as the influx of tourists were there every morning to about noon.

But that day felt different, it wasnt the rain, the rain happened around once a week, no, it wasnt the rain, it was something different, something felt... different that day. Something so different that Elizabeth couldnt put her finger on it it felt so different, like a spot of energy at the back of her mind making her feel as if it was a good day.

An important day ?

She was soon to find out as she soon left the bookshop and walked down the sidewalk, the tourists from the various cruises had all but left for lunch in various locations in the small town of Siltu, Norway, it was a good tour destination despite what was going on in Oslo the past month or so.

Infact the more Elizabeth thought on it, the more off it felt, the more different she felt. As she walked she carried a plastic bag covered in her dress, the golden haired woman failed to notice a group of people, some men and women, some young, some old, some haggard from travels, others just waking up.

Somehow she missed the fact they werent tourists. They were looking for her.

They were looking at her.

But she didnt notice or care at that moment, most everyone that came to that tourism town looked at the etheral beauty that worked at the local small bookshop that dealt in rare and old books.

It wasnt really her face or her outfit, outlandish as it was to most people, it was quite common in the eastern countries, Mongolia and the like.

But it was not her style of clothing that had their attention, nor was it her general appearance. It was infact a more mundane thing.

It was the book she had taken out of the bag once seated at table that had the older mans undevided attention, as well as the younger women. One of the group had majestic black and red wings upon her back like an angel. Although Elizabeth had never seen anyone quite like Spike before, everyone else in the city acted as if winged people were normal.

She tried not to stare as she felt eyes on her, and the book she had picked up from her boss. The book looked realtively new in appearance. Which for wont of a better term, made things more fun. Sitting down at the table inside the eating establishment Elizabeth made her order as a waiter came to her table. Some tea, and meats. The man knew her and nodded, her tab was pretty simple really, and she paid it off weekly from her bookstore paycheck. A few moments later and the group watching her paid their check and left. Leaving her in peace.

Outside the resturant a woman cloaked in black stood on the sidewalk, watchning the group. Time seemed to stop around Mark, everyone around him freezing in place, as if in a memory corridor. "Who is there ?" Mark called out

"Easy, Master Wolfe, I am a friend" The cloaked woman said, her face obscured in shadows, try as he might Mark could only dsecern her as an alley, brilliant blue light.

"Who are you ?" Mark asked, his hand going for his sword.

"You dont need that. Trust me. After all. We're family" The woman said "And you're the kind of man who trusts his family."

"Do I know you ?" Mark asked

"Nope, well, not any more." The woman replied as her hands went to her hood and removed it. Long black hair, a slender gentle face. Brilliant green eyes. "Its me, Athena"

"Athena ? It doesnt ring a bell, but I could swear I know you from somewhere" Mark replied

"Wow" Athena said simply, somewhat in shock. "Talk about blank with a capital B" She crossed her arms over her chest "You really dont remember me do you ?"

"Should I ?" Mark asked

"You should remember your own flesh and blood." Athena replied, she nodded towards the window, behind which the girl, Elizabeth, ate her meal and read her book. "You should know her too."

Mark turned to face the window briefly before turning away. "Who is she ?"

"Funny you should ask, you remember how your cousin wanted to go with a woman, who ran away ?" Athena said. Mark nodded. "I ran away, because I was scared. I was scared of my own child. A father should not have to flee from his own child, but embrace her."

"Does she know ?"

"She will in time"

"I mean, does she know, right now, what I am ?"

Right now she sees you only as a stranger. But tonight... She will see you differently."

"What am I to you ?" Mark then asked Athena

"You are my nephew. On your mothers side of the family she had two siblings, An older sister, and a younger brother. Her brother you know, Arm. But you never knew me long enough to remember me by name or face alone"

"If you are my aunt, that would mean..." Mark's eyes went wide and time caught up with them both. The group halted in front of the woman as Mark stared at her.. For a long moment nobody moved. Finally Mark spoke "Miao, when we arrived in Gilja, would you recognise the person that ran from you ?"

Miao for a moment wondered what her cousin ment then realised it clearly. Turning to look at Mark, she then turned to the woman he was looking at. A few seconds passed. Then she remembered, those eyes. Tentively she reached forward. "Mom ?" She asked. Athena smiled. At a loss for words. A simple nod was all it took and the two women embraced. A tear slid from Athenas eye.

Seeing this Mark half smiled "I'll meet up with you at the station for the hovertrain first thing in the morning. For now I... have something important to do... alone" He gave Talak a kiss before heading back into the resturant.

He went right to Elizabeths table. "Is this seat taken ?"

"Please, feel free to sit" Elizabeth replied never looking up from her book

Mark sat down, for a long moment he said nothing, finally he said a question "Do you believe in fairy tales ? I never put much stock in them myself. But I've always been partial to the Legend of the Reborn Wolfe." He said, She looked at him as he spoke. "The true version." His hand went into his pocket, and removed Yaeko Wolfes journal crystal.

He set it on the table. "This is for you. And for what it is worth. I am sorry I could not save your mother." He stood and left her. Elizabeth touched the crystal and was flooded with memories. It was time for her to go home. She picked up her book, paid for her food, and left without a word.

The door to the bedroom closed, cutting off Elizabeth from the outside world. At last she knew the truth, she knew then who was her father, and that she had a brother, but her mother ? Dead ? "I need to think" She told herself.

A voice from all around her echoed in her heart and ears "Thinking is what is killing you" Elizabeth went to the mirror on her dresser and stared at herself for long moments. Unsure of what to do.