It was just another day at Arendelle during the most beautiful time of the year, winter. It was the young princess Estelle's favorite season. Snowflakes of many shapes and designs fell so gracefully to the white powder covered ground. All the fireplaces within the kingdom were burning the finest wood, filling the air with the sweet aroma of wintertime. It was around mid-afternoon; all the maids and butlers were roaming around the castle doing their daily chores. Estelle had stored herself away into the library where she had her nose in the books, studying the history of her great land and kingdom since it was part of her responsibly as a princess. She sighs softly in frustration, having little to no interest in learning about the past, but her mother was quite stern on the matter. The crackling sound of the wood burning in the fireplace nearby her caught her attention. Her crystal blue eyes gaze into the dancing flames, lost in deep thoughts of her responsibilities as future queen of Arendelle. It was only a few months away since she was the age of seventeen.
The sound of the library doors opening brought the young princess back into reality, turning to look over her left shoulder quickly to see her mother. Her mother smiles warmly at her only child while she moves gracefully across the library. Her long dress was that of fine fur of white and soft cotton of blue that was designed specially to fit the queen's figure perfectly. Standing next to the table Estelle was sitting at, her finger interlock with one another in front of her.
"How has your studying been coming along my darling?"
Queen Elsa said in her sweet motherly voice.
Estelle turns her eyes back to the many books that were opened all over the tabletop, strands of her white locks flow against the sides of her soft face as she looked from one book to another. Turning a few pages here and there, her crystal hues roll as she groans a bit before looking back at her mother with an annoyed expression upon her pale face.
"I've been studying for hours mother, when may we go outside to work on my magic skills?"
She says in a tiresome tone.
Elsa's hues soften in disappointment when she heard her child's words. She takes in a deep breath that was very noticeable before shaking her head lightly while she spoke.
"Estelle, you are the only heir to the throne of Arendelle. Your father left us not too long ago, abandoning his responsibly as ki- "
"Yes, I know mother! I don't need you to remind me about father's absents!"
Estelle barks in an upset tone cutting her mother off before she could finish her sentence. Her father meant the world to her and to know he just packed his things and walked out on them like it was nothing broke her heart.
Elsa closes her eyes with wrinkles curling upon her forehead, sighing softly to rid herself of her frustration that was growing with her daughter's attitude.
"You know your responsibly as future queen is more important than learning some new tricks with your powers."
Estelle tosses her head back groaning even louder, slamming her fists to the table top before quickly standing up; causing the chair she was in to fall over onto the ground causing a loud crash against the marble floors.
"Young lady! You will respect me and act like a proper princess in my presents!"
Elsa sneers at her child.
"No! Every day it's always the same routine for me and I'm tired of it! All you care about is making me like you, but I'm not like you! All you talk about is responsibilities this and responsibilities that! I'm tired of hearing it, perhaps that's why father left us in the first place! Never let us have any fun anymore so he left because of YOU!"
Estelle shouts out in rage; the room was growing colder and the fire within the fireplace crackles louder due to how fast the temperature was dropping, since she was not yet in control of her own powers like her mother is.
Queen Elsa was furious with her, sending a harsh slap to her porcelain cheek, causing pale flesh to turn a crimson hue.
"You will not talk to me like that, I am your mother but more importantly I am your queen!"
Estelle holds onto her red swollen cheek as she stares at her mother in disbelief, narrowing her eyes she storms out of the room. Rushing down the corridors as quickly as she could, the sound of her dress ruffling echoes through the hallways.
"I can't believe my own mother raised a hand to me!"
Mumbling to herself, rubbing her sore cheek to rid the sharp pain and redness. Reaching her bed chambers, she swings the door open, leaving it ajar she makes her way over to the closet to grab her winter attire. Placing her jacket, gloves, pants, boots, and hat on; she exits her room to head outside to work on her magic by herself. Once she reached the entrance of the kingdom, she swiftly makes her way to the nearby woods where the so-called trolls reside. The sound of the snow crushing under her fur boots filled the quiet air around her. When she reached the edge of the woods she removes her gloves, placing them under a nearby tree. Not wasting any time, she begins to work on the basic skills that her mother used to show her when she was younger. Keeping her focus on her movements along with what abilities she wanted to work on. Lifting her hands up she cast snow flares across the small area she was at, trying to aim for the tree trunk that was half a yard away from her. She groans in frustration, struggling to get her flares to contact the trunk of the tree. Tossing her arms in the air like she was giving up and lets them drop to her side, hearing her hands slap against her pants.
A few hours had passed by as the sun was sinking in the distances behind the mountains; leaving a beautiful orange and pink hues in the sky like that of an oil painting. She was about to finish up her training and head back inside when all the sudden the sound of crushing snow behind her caught her attention. Looking over her shoulder through white hair she notices an old gentleman and by his attire she could tell he was homeless. Turning fully around to face him she smiles warmly to him.
"Hello there sir."
He walks over to her, getting very close as he trembles from the cold. Reaching out towards her with his torn-up glove he spoke with a shaking voice.
"Please my princess, do you have any money to spare to an old sick man?"
Estelle pats her coat a few times before digging deep into every pocket she had, a disappointing expression soon paints over her face. Shaking her head lightly she parts her pink toned lips and replies.
"I'm so sorry sir but I have nothing to give right now, if you wish I can get some if you are willing to wait."
She was about to turn around to head back to the castle to grab a few coins for the old gentleman when she was almost pulled off her feet, the old man had a firm grip on her coat hood.
"Please I need money now, I'm so hungry."
The older man speaks in a firmer voice.
Estelle tries to pull her coat from his hold but to no prevail, she sighs softly in a scared manner but kept a smile on her face to not show she was frightened.
"Sir if you let me go, I can get you some money or even some food. Please let me go!"
The old man did not listen, he kept his firm hold on her coat. Yanking at her harder as he was growing more inpatient. His wrinkled face was inches away from her own, his crackled voice increases.
"Why must you be so cruel to those in need?!"
He snarled at her through missing teeth and foul breath.
Estelle soon grew more frighten, no one knew where she was at so no one could help her. She was at tug a war with her coat with this old man. The man was not giving up until he got what he wanted. She closes her eyes while pushing him away from her as hard as she could screaming at him in the process.
"I said LET GO!"
Everything was quiet, too quiet for her comfort. Opening her eyes, she wanted to see if pushing him away did the trick. Her crystal hues widen in shock when she sees the old man frozen solid in ice still holding onto her coat. Looking down at her bare hands that tremble not from the cold but from fear of her own powers.
"Oh no, I used my magic on him…. I…I killed him..."
Tears begin to build in the corner of her eyes, looking all around her, she had to make sure no one was around her to witness this terrible act she had performed. Her breathing became heavy, her hot breath flowing in front of her in the cold air. Trying to figure out what she needed to do to in this very moment.
"I must get out of here! I can't let anyone know about this, I can go to trial for murder and lose my rights to the throne."
She knew what she had to do; it took almost all her strength to rip her coat from his frozen hand but the sound of ripping pieces the air. Her eyes widen to the sound as she looks at the hood of her coat and sees fabric was torn, she reaches for his hand trying to see if she can grab the remaining piece from his hold, but it was useless. She begins to panic even more while she steps backwards, she lifts her left hand up and uses her magic to pull the snow from underneath him, which helped to lower his frozen corpse to the depths of the snow-covered ground so no wondering individual would even know he was there. Once he was complete submerged in snow and ice, she rushes as fast as she could back to the castle to get out of sight. The cold air burned her lungs from panicking and breathing out of her mouth when running. Gasping and crying quietly at what she had done to an innocent man. Making it back inside, she walks back to her bed chambers in a fast manner trying to pretend nothing was wrong, mumbling softly to herself.
"He was being forceful; I had no choice but to defend myself. Would the court see it that way since I buried him away, it would look like murder. Act cool Estelle or else someone is going to get suspicious and ask questions."
Once she reached the door to her bed chambers, she pushes her entire body against the door with a thud and quickly opens the door to her room. Stumbling inside she grabs the sides of her head; long chunks of white locks fall in-between her fingers. Breathing heavily, she had to calm down and stay hidden for a while, hoping no one knew the old man. Pacing back and forth in her room the walls and air inside were decreasing in temperature, she held tightly to herself trying to calm herself down. Snow begins to fall and pile up in the corners of her room, the tone of her room changed from a warm hue to a dark blue hue.
A knock came across her bedroom door, gasping softly she turns her frightening crystal hues to the door. She was too scared to even speak a word, her eyes gaze all around her bed chambers to see her emotions were still showing from her powers. The door opens and a maid pops her head in to see if the princess was in her room. Her hues widen when she sees the princess standing in the middle of the room that was filled with snow.
"Oh princess, good you are here! Your mother asked me to get you, she wishes to speak to you. It's important, but first off are you alright deary?"
Estelle shakes her head roughly, mumbling softly to herself repeatedly. The maid grew concerned with the princess's strange behavior, letting herself into the room she walks over to the princess. Estelle notices the maid getting closer, extending her hand out to motion the maid to not come any closer.
"Please stay back!"
She had demanded the maid. The maid's facial expression softens in even more concern for the child. She kept on moving closer to the upset princess, her arms extended as if to try and comfort her with an embrace.
"But my princess, you seem unsettled about something; let's sit down and discuss what's going on."
The maid gently places her hands on the princess's shoulders to try and lead her to the bed, but she pushes the maid off and swings her arm out to keep distance between them. Little did she know she used her magic once more out of fear, the sharp ice crystals dart out of her hand and pierces the maid in the stomach, Estelle could see the shock look on her face, and slowly she lowers her gaze to see the ice crystal hanging out of her body.
Shaking her head in disbelief she takes a step back, holding onto the sides of her head and lets out a blood curdling scream that fills the hallway. Several guards and her mother rushes to her aid, panting heavily trying to catch their breaths. The maid soon fell over dead from the crystal hitting a vital organ, along with the princess falling on her knees screaming and crying.
Elsa rushes over to her daughter, terrified that she too had allowed her own emotions to control her powers. Looking over to the dead maid she pulls her daughter into her arms to comfort her.
"What did you do?!"
Elsa had said in a stern voice wanting answers. Estelle shook her head roughly not wanting to talk about it. Elsa grabs her by the shoulders forcing her to look up at her.
"What happened?"
She asked once more, demanding to get answers for what just unfolded in the princess's bed chambers.
In-between sobs she managed to get out the words.
"It…was….an…. accident."
The queen was about to ask the guards a question but before she could more guards stood in the doorway, having serious looks upon their faces.
"My queen, we need a moment of your time."
Said one of the guards who stood in the doorway.
"Can you see I'm in the middle of something of great importance?!"
She gave the guards a certain look to come back later, the guards kept their stance.
"Your majesty this issue needs your attention at once!"
She sighs softly, releasing her daughter from her hold, she leaves the room with two of the guard while the other two carry the maid's lifeless body out of the princess's room. The queen and the two guards go into another room where the high councilmen were sitting waiting for her. She was confused on why they were here and wondered what had happened that needed everyone's attention. Standing before them all, she stood quietly waiting for them to explain the meeting.
One of the older councilmen stood up, clearing his voice he begins to speak.
"These two guards came to us with some unsettling evidence against the princess your majesty."
"What evidence? On what I may ask?!"
She takes a step forward towards the councilman wanting more answers.
"Your Majesty, if you would remain calm so we may discuss this in a mature manner."
She kept quiet, glaring at him with angry eyes. The man looks over to the guards, nodding his head for them to discuss their findings.
"Your Majesty, we were on our normal rounds when we saw the princess outside passed the gates playing with her powers. We overheard her arguing with someone before she ran off, she looked quite scared, so we made our way over to where she was at. When we saw no one or anything out of the ordinary, we were about to go on our way. Axel here ends up tripping on something in the snow, upon investigating we noticed a hand frozen solid poking out of the snow. Panicking we start to dig to get whoever was buried underneath all that snow and perhaps the princess saw it as well and got scared. Sadly, that wasn't the case, when we got the old man out of the snow the entire body was frozen solid like that of yours and her ice powers. The guard extends his both his hands out to hand the queen a pair of gloves and in the other hand a torn piece of the princess's coat. Her eyes widen to see that they were her daughter's gloves and fabric to her winter coat. Taking the gloves and fabric from the guard she looks down at them then at the councilmen in shock not wanting to believe her daughter had just murdered two innocent people.
"No, I….I can not believe that my daughter would murder someone and try to bury the evidence."
She cries out, scared something bad was going to happen to her only child. One of the other councilmen stood up and begins to speak.
"It may have been an accident, but we have two people dead my queen. We cannot let this go unjustified. She must be punished for her crimes. It may have been an accident but instead of seeking help she buries the man to avoid a trial. We must decide a fitting punishment for her my queen."
She slowly lowers herself to a chair behind her, watching as the future of her daughter's life was falling apart and being discussed before her very eyes.
"She cannot control her own powers! We must either rid her of her powers for good! It's the only way to prevent more 'accidents!"
Spoke the third councilman.
"There is no way to get rid of our powers, we were born with this gift."
Replies the queen.
"A gift?! You call murdering two innocent people with uncontrolled powers a gift?!"
The first councilman shouts.
The second one clears his throat and speaks.
"If we cannot rid her of her powers then we have no other choice but to sentence her to death. She killed two people my queen and regardless of her title she committed an unforgiveable crime."
Queen Elsa stood up, throwing her arms to her side. The air in the room was getting cold as she was allowing her own emotions to control her powers. Snow flurries were forming all around everyone causing them to tremble in their chairs.
"I will not allow anyone to kill my only child! I forbid it!"
When she shouted at them, she looks around herself and could see that her own emotions were affecting her powers. Wrapping her arms around herself, feeling uneasy with everything going on. One of the guards took a step forward to give his two cents to the conversation.
"Perhaps we do not have to sentence the princess to death, maybe we can send her to a place in Auradon called The Isle of the Lost. Everyone on the isle is unable to use their powers or escape the island. Maybe we can send the princess there instead?"
The councilmen look at the guard then at one another, nodding their head in agreement. Sighing softly the first councilman looks to the queen and gives his final words.
"Very well, we hear by sentence Princess Estelle to the Isle of the Lost. Where she will spend the rest of her days there. She will be stripped of her rights to the throne and her title as Princess of Arendelle."
Once that was said the guards and the councilmen left the room to go back to their daily duties and left the queen to tell her daughter the bad news. The queen fiddles with the gloves and fabric in her hands, tears rolling down her face knowing this was going to be the last time she ever sees her only child. Sniffling softly, she wipes the tears away and heads back to her daughter's bed chambers to tell her everything.
The Queen stands in the doorway of her daughter's bed chambers, watching her daughter cry softly on her bed. Tears begin to build up in the corner of her eyes once more, the sound of her mother sniffling at the doorway caught her attention, lifting her tear-soaked face from her goose feather pillow to look over her right shoulder to the doorway where her mother stood also in tears.
"Mother? What's going on? What's going to happen to me?"
Elsa walks into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Stroking her daughter's hair out of her damp face. Her bottom lips trembles trying so hard to stay calm so her daughter wouldn't be even more frightened.
"Why didn't you come tell me about the homeless man outside the gates?"
Her crystal blue eyes widen not realizing anyone saw her out there. Tears flow down her face even more, throwing herself into her mother's arms.
"I know I should have, but I was so scared. He demanded money from me, and he wouldn't take no for an answer, I told him to let go of me and he wouldn't, so I pushed him off and I accidently used my powers on him. I'm so sorry but I can't control my powers yet, that's why I wanted you to keep training me."
"Estelle, you killed two people! The councilmen are not going to see them as accidents, they already decided on what your punishment will be."
The queen sniffles more, choking on her words.
Estelle lifts her head up to meet her mother's eyes, horrified on what her punishment will be. Gathering up the courage to ask her mom what her faith was going to be was the hardest thing she has ever had to do.
"Am…am I going to…. die?"
The queen breaks down in tears, shaking her head roughly. She was relieved that she did not have to witness her daughter's hanging.
"No, they want me to strip you of you title and rights to the throne of Arendelle in front of the town, you are to be banished for life and live in the Isle of the Lost where you will never be able to use your powers again."
Estelle sighs, relieved that she wasn't going to die; but the thought of never seeing her mother ever again broke her heart into a thousand of pieces. Looking away she closes her eyes trying to hold back her tears.
"When will I be shamed in public for my crimes mother?"
"Tomorrow morning."
Nodding her head, she swallows hard knowing she couldn't avoid her punishment.
"Very well, could you please leave me be so I may pack some belongings before tomorrow?"
She turns her gaze away from her mother's sight, not wanting to continue to see the disappointment dwelling within her mother's tearful eyes. She lifts herself from her mother's embrace, sitting on the edge of the bed before standing onto her feet. Keeping her back to her mother she spoke once more.
"Please mother, I need to be alone for a while."
The tone in her voice was that of a broken child, who had just lost everything in a matter of hours that took a lifetime to gain.
"But Estelle, this is the last night I get to see you."
Elsa spoke in heart ache, wanting to only spend as much time as she could before her only child was gone for good by tomorrow morning.
Estelle clenches her fist tightly to her mother's words; it came off as if it was about her but not on how her daughter felt in this given moment. Looking over her right shoulder at her mother, she glares at her with anger in her eyes.
"None of this would have happened if you would have taken the time to teach me how to use my powers! You would think when you were my age the horrible crimes you committed on the kingdom and Aunt Anna that you wouldn't want history to repeat itself but here, we are! Now my life is ruined because of you! Now get out!"
Estelle yells at her mother, not wanting to discuss this matter anymore. Elsa was stunned that her child felt that way towards her. Her soft hands grip tightly onto the fabric of her dress, knowing she was right. She knew how hard it was for her to handle her magic almost her entire life, how could she not realize her own child would struggle as well. Closing her eyes she nods her head softly, lifting herself onto her feet and walks towards the bedroom door.
"Very well, I shall leave you in peace. I'll be here in the morning to escort you to the town center."
Elsa closes the door behind her, leaning her back against the door she begins to cry even more. Failing as a mother to protect her child from her own powers. Walking away she leaves Estelle alone for the rest of the evening.
Estelle begins to go through her dresser drawers and closets trying to pack what she could fit inside her suitcase. She figured as much that she wasn't allowed to bring any of her gowns with her, so she focused mainly on clothes suitable for outings. It didn't take long to pack what she could and headed off to bed, or at least tried to anyways. Tossing and turning in her sheets all night long, unsure on what the Isle of the lost was and who resided there? How can she protect herself if magic was banned? So many questions filled her mind like waves in the ocean.
Minutes turn to hours throughout the night and soon the sun rises in the distances, peaking over the mountain tops and sun rays shine through her windows.
She groans, knowing this was her last day as princess and that her whole life is going to be turned upside down. Getting herself out of bed she changes herself into commoner style clothes, she stands in front of her golden mirror, adjusting her white locks into a hairstyle that was to her liking. A knock came across the door, opening slowly the queen stood at the door.
"Estelle my dear, its time."
Elsa said in a sad soft tone, dark bags could be seen under her blue eyes, she too did not get any sleep.
Estelle grabbed her suitcase and walks out of her room with her mother at her side. Making their way through the corridors to the entrance of the kingdom, guards waited patiently for them both as they escort them to the center of the town. She kept her head down low, not wanting to catch the glance of her mother nor the guards. It did not take long for them to reach the center of the town, where the town folks were screaming and yelling at Estelle.
"Murderer!"
One town fold screamed in anger
"Get out of our town killer!"
Another one yelled.
Estelle did her best to keep herself from crying in front of the town. She did not want them to see her weak. She climbs up the stairs, making her way to stand in the center of the platform with the councilman standing at both her sides. The first councilman clears his voice and begins to speak.
"Silence! I will have order in this town!"
Soon everyone was quiet and waited for his speech.
"Princess Estelle of Arendelle has been charged with two counts of murder in the second degree and here by stripped of her rights to the throne and title as princess of Arendelle. She will live the rest of her days in the Isle of the Lost in the kingdom of Auradon. The Isle has a magical barrier around it that prevents magic to be used within. So, she may not never harm another being with her uncontrolled powers ever again."
Some of the crowd begins to cheer as others boo for the fact that she was not to be hanged for her sinister crimes.
"The councilmen and I have spoken, and our words are final! This town and kingdom will be safe from here on out and the new heir to the throne is now Princess Anna of Arendelle."
The first councilman looks over to one of the guards, nodding his head in agreement. The guard returns the nod as he grabs Estelle by the arm and drags her off the platform and towards a carriage. Queen Elsa yells while extending her arm out to stop the guard from taking her daughter, one guard grabs the queen by her other arm, holding her in place. Estelle extending her free arm out to her mother, screaming for her.
"No please! Let me say goodbye to my mother! Mother!"
"Estelle! I'm so sorry, please forgive me!"
Elsa cries out as she watches her daughter being forced into the carriage, the door slamming shut. The guard slaps the horse's back end to make the horseman take off out of town with the former princess. Estelle watches out the window with tears flowing down her soft cheeks, as this moment was the last time, she was ever going to see her mother. The carriage rushes out of the town and down a dirt pathway towards the other coast.
Estelle curls her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her forehead onto her knees and sobs loudly to herself. She felt horrible for what she had said to her mother last night, knowing that was the last conversation she had with her mother. Hours seem to have passed by slowly, sitting in the carriage in silence with the only sounds of the horse's hooves clicking against the dirt and the wheels turning. Lifting her head up she gazes out of the window and watches the landscape in the distances. Hours soon turned into a few days as she looks out the window to see seagulls flying in the air around the shipping port.
"Am I getting on a ship now? Why couldn't I get on a ship at our port?"
She thought to herself, the carriage making its way to the docking station the horseman steps down from his seat and opens the door to let Estelle out. Slowly she removes herself from the carriage and walks towards the dock. Guards exit the ship with different crest on their chest plates. They must be from the other country to continue escorting her into their kingdom. They grab her by her upper arms and walk her up the platform and on to the ship. They placed her in the bottom level of the ship in a prison cell, locking it afterwards. One guard pushes a button on what looked like a remote which placed a barrier around the cell. She was confused as she reaches out to touch it.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you!"
The one guard said, warning her of the consequences waiting to happen if she does touch it.
She pulls her hand away and places her hands at her sides.
"What is it though?"
She asked out of curiosity.
The guard twirls the remote in his hand before placing it on a shelf far away from her.
"It's a force field to keep you from using your magic."
"Oh."
She replied sadly.
She takes a seat down on the bench inside the cell and stares at the wooden wall. The motion of the sea made her feel sick to her stomach, lying down on the cold medal bench she tried her best to sleep through the trip to ignore this awful feeling in the pit of her stomach. The guard pushes a plate of food into the cell for her to eat but the smell alone made her feel even more sick. Placing her left hand over her mouth to prevent herself from hurling.
"Please no food, I feel so sick right now."
She said through her groans of discomfort.
"Suit yourself but if I was you, I would eat as much as you can while on this ship because once you get to the Isle of the lost, you're not going to have the luxury of food like this. I can promise you that right now."
She lifts her head up and looks over to the cell door to the guard who was pushing the food back towards her. She could see the seriousness in his facial expression, this place she must be going to must be truly a harsh place to survive.
"Fine, I will eat through this horrible feeling."
Sitting up she reaches for the plate of food, her hand shaking while she places the piece of bread to her lips, struggling to open her mouth she slowly places the bread into her mouth. Chewing through the urge to throw it right back up but she pushed through and forced herself to swallow.
"Ugh."
After some time had passed, she had finished her plate. Tossing the medal plate on to the floor she slowly lowers herself back on the bench to try and sleep some more.
"Guard, how much longer until we reach our destination?"
She asked with such agony in her voice,
"By morning we will be at Auradon where you'll be escorted in a vehicle to the bridge that is connected to the Island."
The guard responded.
Closing her eyes, she tries once more to get some sleep but to no prevail she remained awake, staring at the walls. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship was at least soothing to her restless mind. Hearing the sounds of seagulls cry outside indicated that morning was approaching. The ship docks to the port of this new kingdom that she has never been before. The guard grabs the remote and removes the force field from her cell, unlocking the door to let her out. She got up onto her feet and walks over to the guard who kept his hold on her arm.
Once they exit the ship, Estelle looks around the port and looks over to see what she believed to be the King and Queen of this country, watching as she makes her way down the docks. Shaking their heads in disappointment. She looks away from their unwanted gaze and soon placed into a vehicle. The driver then drives off towards a bridge that looked broken on each side. The driver pressed a button in which caused a large amount of golden dust to swirl around the bridge as it created a platform for the vehicle to drive on towards an island with an eerie cloud hovering over it. The unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach returns, terrified on what will happen to her. How will she survive on her own? She was only seventeen years old. The vehicle stopped and the driver opens the door and lets her step out. Handing over her one and only suitcase, he pushed another button upon a remote in which lowered the barrier to the entrance to the isle of the lost. Placing his hand on her mid back he pushes her towards the entrance.
"Go!"
He said with force.
She swallows hard, forcing herself to walk forward and passed the barrier that soon reappears once she passed the threshold. Looking over her left shoulder at the driver who was already getting back into his vehicle and driving off, leaving her there to defend herself.
Now marks the new beginning for her life on the Isle of the lost.