Protector of the Dominion
1-Prologue
Once upon a time, there were two little girls.
One had platinum blonde hair, the other was a redhead. Their personalities were completely different, even though they were sisters.
The older one, the blonde, was serious and focused and seemed older than her eight years. But she had a playful streak, too. Her life wasn't all studying and etiquette and protocol. Every now and then, at night, her little sister would jump up and down on her bed, and they would sneak down to their father's throne room (Did I mention they were princesses?) and they would play in the snow. Sometimes they would build a snowman, and skate around the throne room squealing and giggling. (Did I mention the older princess had magic powers to create snow and ice? No? Oops. Sorry.)
The younger one, the redhead, was bubbly and giggly and as fiery as her hair. She was five, with all the energy that only a five year old could bring to a skating party. She loved it when her big sister made it snow, and they could sled down little piles of the stuff doing tickle bumps. She loved the snowman, too. When Elsa (that was the older girl's name, Elsa) would make believe by wiggling his twiggy little arms, and say in a gruff voice (Well, as gruff as an eight year old little girl could manage.) "Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!", her little sister Anna would hug him and tell him she loved him. She was looking at Elsa when she said it, though, and Elsa knew what she really meant.
Then, one night while they were playing, something very bad happened. And there weren't any more happy playtime in the throne room after that.
We could tell stories about what happened in the years that followed. The isolation, the hurt, the loneliness. The tragedy, (another tragedy) and then the triumph. Yes, there were many stories to be told here.
This is not one of those stories. THIS story is about the day Elsa learned what the phrase "protector of the dominion" really meant.
A definition you will need later in this story: (Credit to TV Tropes)
Snowlem
Snowlems (a portmanteau of Snow Golems) are living snowmen, often complete with stovepipe hats, lumps of coal for eyes, and carrots for noses. Genre writers with a sense of humor may cast them as Ice Elementals. There are three varieties of Snowlems:
Version I. The Friendly Snowlem: Also known as the "Frosty the Snowman" variety, they often are simply snowmen constructed by cute kids and animated by Christmas magic.
Version II. The Human Snowlem: This is where a human is transformed into a snowman, sometimes after an accident or due to some Applied Phlebotinum. Depending on who the person is, it may overlap with Versions I or III.
Version III: The Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snowlem: The snowman is something to be feared. Perhaps it's some supernatural monstrosity shaped into a snowman or perhaps a serial killer back to life or maybe it was simply evil snow, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is... oh my god, he just killed that guy with a carrot!
Snowlems sometimes get into Snowball Fights. [Don't we know it!]