"Presenting Queen Elsa!"

The crowed cheered and bowed as I walked from the palace gates.

I smiled and nodded my head to my subject. Today was a grand day. For I had become queen this day.

"Long live Queen Elsa! Long live Queen Elsa!" Chorused through out the crowed.

I had been trained for this moment my whole life.

"Elsa." I could her my father's words still. "You Are my first and only born child. You are destined to be queen. The mark that is etched on your shoulder is proof."

I resisted the urge to rub my right shoulder. Sometimes it felt as though the mark was burning, as if it were trying to sear through the cloth that always covered it.

I looked up away from my people. The sky was clear with only a few clouds. I looked closely at one and for a brief moment I saw something move inside it. I wandered what it could be? Perhaps a dragon, or maybe even a Pegasus?

My eyes wandered down to a forest far to the North. Magic ran free deep into it. It was a cursed forest full of monsters. A danger to my people.

I gripped my hands tightly at that thought.

Magic ran unbreaking in this world. Destroying everything in its path. Fairy's, Goblins, or even Willow-the-wisps. All existed and all were a threat.

In all the millennia's that humans have existed, not one could wield magic.

Except the legends of the ancient Kings and Queens.

I still remember the day my father told me about them. It was almost like I was just an eight-year-old girl again.

"You called for me Father." I said as I gave a small curtsy.

My father had his back to me as he stared out a window that looked toward the Northern Lights. Upon hearing my voice, he turned to me with a smile.

"Yes Elsa, I need to tell you something. Come sit with me." He moved over to sit on a couch. As he did so he picked up a book and flipped through the pages.

I quickly scrambled to sit next to him, excitement flooding through me.

"Now, you know that magic runs through this world, and that know human can wield it." It was not a question, but he still looked at me, waiting for an answer.

I fidgeted and started to tug at my gloves, a habit that I would have long into adult hood.

"But I have magic?" I said anxiously.

He smiled at me, with such love and proudness.

"That is because you are special."

"I'm special?" I asked with wide eyes.

He nodded and then focused on the book in his hands, raising it up for me to see. A picture of a woman, surrounded by magic creatures, wielded magic of her own.

"No one knows how it happens, as that is the way of magic, but a child is born with magic in their veins. No creature can stand up to them, and all humans always revere them as the true ruler of the lands. There are only ever one in a lifetime how holds these powers, and they are all recognized by the markings that are on their right shoulders from birth."

I raise my arm and started to rub my right shoulder. My father smiled at me at but a hand around my shoulders.

"Almost five hundred years ago, your great, great, great, great, great grandfather, founded this kingdom. The last True King had not been born for almost a thousand years. Our people were dying because of the magic that plagues our worlds, and he knew he could no longer wait for a legend to come true. So, he built our home from nothing and drove the creatures back. He created a haven. His child continued his legacy and even concurred more lands, and her child also helped expand our kingdom, and so goes the story up until know. Your Grandfather was most ambitious in his quest to rid the world of magic. So ambitious that I had felt bad for a long time in the fact I have not contribute to our kingdom's conquests. But I always felt that we had enough. Our people are safe, and our lands were prospering, I saw no reason to chase down monsters unless they were to close."

He stopped and stared sadly into space.

"And then you were born." He said it almost solemnly. "Five hundred years of a kingdoms growth and a bloodline that never faltered finally came to its conclusion on your birth."

I felt like my eyes would pop out of my head. I was that special. A person destined to rule and protect with great power. I was filed with so much excitement at that moment, but looking back, I regret that I did not focus more on the look that appeared on my father's face when he had turned his head away from me. It was brief but I saw it, and it still haunts me.

A thought occurred to me and I turned to my father.

"But if I am a destined queen, why do I have to hide my mark and powers?" I questioned. My father had always told me to hide my strangeness for as long as I can remember. But if I was someone who was special then why not show everyone and give them hope for the future?

My father looked at me with pained eyes.

"It is complicated, and I don't know if you will ever understand. I hope you will someday, but just know that you can never show your mark or your powers to anyone for as long as you live." His voice became demanding and he grabbed me by the shoulders, staring right into my eyes. "Promise me Elsa. Promise me that you will stay hidden."

I was in shock. My father had never been so strict with me. No, he had always been strict when it came to my powers and mark. It was the desperation in his voice and eyes that shook me.

"Y-yes Father, I promise." I managed to get out with a little nod.

He smiled and let me go.

"Good, thank you Elsa." He looked very relieved, but then he started to frown. "However, I can only think of one exception." He turned to me. "The only situation in which you can use your powers in front of others is if you desperately need to protect yourself."

I hugged him at that. I loved him and it was at times like these that I always knew he loved me dearly as well.

I never questioned him when it came to my powers and mark for as long as he lived.

Now, staring around me at the sea of people who were all shouting my name, I could only feel contempt for my ignorant younger self. As for how I felt for my father that was a bit trickier, but if I had to choose a word, betrayal would be best to describe it.

Yes, betrayal. I was barely eighteen when he was lost to see. Suddenly I was all along and expected to be queen in three years. I had no idea what I was doing. My father had filled my head with those legends as a child, but it was only now that I realized I had not a clue on what I was meant to do. I had taken those stories for granted. Believing that by just existing I was fulfilling my role and that everything would just work out. Not to say I had been lazy growing up, I had done my part and studied religiously, my tutors were always so proud of me, and I did not go a day without someone saying how I would be a great queen, weather it was from a duke or the bakery girl.

No, in all honesty I was more then prepared. But the suddenness if it all scared me. My father was the only one I could go to concerning my destiny and now he was gone. I was frightened and I wanted more answers. No, I needed more answers.

I studied the ancient languages that the book he had shown me was written in. I wanted to know everything. Anything that could help.

Finally, I sat down next to a fire freshly lit in my room and began to read.

It was that night that my world was destroyed. That the truth my father never wanted anyone to learn, least of all me, was at last shown.

There was two chosen people of history.

One was indeed the queen or king of legend. Who lead people into times of peace and prosperity that would last long after their deaths.

The other was the knight, someone who was born to protect their king or queen.

There was two ways to tell the knight from the monarch. There markings were different. All though each person who is born with the mark of either knight or queen is unique there is always a similarity to each destined one.

The other difference was what truly shattered me. The knight was the one born with magic.

I could ignore the similarity of my marking to the knights marking. But I could not deny the magic that had cotted my room as I read, extinguishing the fire with a hiss.

Yes, I Queen Elsa of Arendelle, who was born with everything. From beauty to wealth to brains. And who was blessed with magic that could rival dragons. Stared at all my people who cheered my name and sang my praises. But I could not be happy in this moment, even though a smile graced my lips. For only one thing played in my mind.

I was a false Queen.

Authors note:

Thank you for reading!

School is finally out so I have time to write again!

This idea was in my head for a while now. I hope you like it and I hope you like the fact that Elsa was the titles knight and not the queen. Do you have a guess who the queen is, it probable is obvious, but it will be confirmed next chapter.

Elsa's father was originally going to be more one note, simply being angry that Elsa was not the destined queen and forcing her to hide, completely different to his movie counterpart, but I did not want to do that to him. He became more complex in this one and I like that. He was still hurt that Elsa was not the rightful ruler, but he also loved her, so it was a battle between his pride of his bloodline and his heart.

Also, any ideas on what the queen's mark should look like. I know what Elsa's mark should be, but the other mark I am having some creative trouble.

Have a wonderful winter break and Merry Christmas!