3.
Eleven years before...
"IT'S BEEN DONE LOVE. NOBODY IS GONNA STOP IT," the farmer sadly answered. Everybody was sad when they talked to Anna these days, but she would not show. The bright, witty girl who dazzled visitors had to stay. The girl who was always in a flurry of colourful activity had to triumph over the dark thoughts that always pushed against the blooming buttercups of life. As Anna would never stop calling her happy thoughts and memories.
"I don't get it. Gran'ma taught me that everybody has a place in the world. Rich or poor. Gran'ma always said that she was the only one to teach papa anything. Gran'ma would never ever let down the citizens of Arendelle. Sometimes I try to tell Mama that we should be citizens too. All together! Then everybody would be happy. Being alone is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. I think I have grounds for a referendum," Anna finished proudly, holding her head up high.
The farmer, wanting to stay in a bright vision of reality decide to agree "You're right honey. Now, go and deliver this milk to ol' Sal' before your father finds out your here. You know that I only give you jobs because I appreciate the odd book that you smuggle out for me daughta,".
Elsa eyed her opponents fearfully, wondering if she'd get lunch this week.
"Couples, begin on three," the instructor whispered in Elsa's ear. He somehow managed to have the menacing gravity of Mars, and yet maintain the calmness of a teacher. Just what Agnarr and Induna needed. A puppet. How much would loyal citizens of Arendelle be punished for her refusing to paly by the rules. Elsa wasn't the teamwork kind, but that didn't mean that she didn't have a conscience constantly nipping at her heels. That was something that she would carry to her death-bead.
"Two sevens are fourteen, three sevens are twenty-one, four-sevens are twenty-eight, five-sevens are thirty-five, six sevens forty-two, seven sevens are forty-nine, eight sevens are fifty-six, nine sevens are sixty-three, ten sevens are seventy, eleven sevens are seventy-seven and twelve sevens are eighty-four," Anna finished proudly. Sir had caught her reading about taxations under the desk. He was about to take out his belt when he made an off-hand comment on her being the most useless little girl that he'd ever seen. Anna, sick of being pushed aside decided to challenge him. Elsa was treated the same way as she was(dirt on your shoe), yet no-one would ever refer to her as Sir had just done. Anna didn't understand this at the time but the reason for that was simple. Elsa wasn't useless to her parents. Elsa, as you know, was being groomed to be a puppet Queen. Nothing of the sort would happen to her younger sister. Anna would be quietly shipped off to some foreign king at the age of sixteen. Anna was the spare that they had(2), Elsa was the sort-of heir that Agnarr had never wanted. A spare and another spare was not a good thing for a kingdom back in those days. Neither was an educated populous.
Nine-year-old Anna flopped down on the carpet next to her sister. Elsa, who had been reading Anna Karenina for hours lit up when her sister came in the room. The two who used to spend every waking moment of the day together had recently found themselves caught up in responsibility that their father had placed upon them. Anna had daily lessons in the three R'S. Elsa had what everyone else knew as dancing, music and deportment classes. Why her parents were not teaching their eldest daughter about ruling would not be known to Anna for many years.
"How was your day?" questioned Elsa. The thirteen-year-old girl had no energy for the imaginative games that they both truly missed.
Anna sighed, "April twenty third, 1836. The kingdom of Arendelle can be soon declared in a state of bankruptcy. The king and council have issued out seven taxes since January. I have an idea on how to powerless princesses can save the day!".
Anna preceded to tell Elsa her plan. It would never work but it was good comfort for two caged in children whishing to break free.
Large paddock in Arendelle, the next morning...
Every single citizen had shown their face. Guards stood below the speaking platform. Holding out the desperate, restless, starving, angry people. They were beginning to jeer as the horses of the royal carriage galloped down from the castle hill. Babies, children, adults were all crying and starving. It was the largest mob that Arendelle had ever seen.
Just as the king was about to address the crowd with the results of the vote on cancelling the taxes, legal lone sharking, high men having the right to take away a citizens child, the leader of a protest group, simply known as the 'Willow' pushed passed the guards and stepped up to the microphone.
"Citizens, I know that it is likely that I am about to be killed or tortured in the most vicious of ways. The only thing that I have to say about that is I DON'T CARE! The monarchs of this kingdom have mistreated their people for a millennia. It has come past the time when my life matters. Think of your children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren who will have to endure all that you have unless this is stopped now. I call myself the willow because that is what I'd like to symbolise. I want to be the hanging, peaceful branches dipping their tired limbs into a broke. I need to know that my little sister will grow up in a safe environment were she will be nurtured into becoming the academic that I know she longs to be. Every day, I wake up knowing that I have to for fear of being caught by the 'Blood Boys'. I think it just needs to be said out plainly. Monarchies are dying! Everybody knows it. So now, as I face torture beyond the imagination think over my point, then bring the king to justice! Violence is wrong, but it's come to it. Some people don't listen to anything else," the speaker finished. Like she expected she was dragged away by the guards that could be held down no longer. She was dragged into a prison carriage and didn't live to see the next fortnight.
A/N:
I didn't explain it very well in words so I will give you people some background. Arendelle is close to ruin, as in the rest of the story. Yet organised protestors are sick of being quietly shushed down from the more 'valuable'(I cringed while thinking of it. Sorry!) sheltered select few. You'll find out more about this in a couple of chapters. Back to it, Agnarr could not ignore the situation so he placed a fake vote. The agender of it was all the members of parliament pretend to vote on giving each citizen more power and rights. The last event was a nation wide presentation when the fake results were announced. That's all I think is needed to know right now fell free to tell me if you don't understand anything.
On another topic, if you were so unfortunate enough as to read my other story, 'Angelica Squared' you'll notice that it is not there anymore. I wasn't that happy with it. I still like the premise so it will definitely be re-written.