Chapter 6

The time of darkness

Summary: At last, the fjord kingdom is finally alive again! The season isn't everyone's cup of tea, though. However, little did people know that some unpredicted events will happen… regarding the crown princess.

After a decade, Arendelle comes back to life.

It has been months since the king and the queen's disastrous demise, and the citizens of Arendelle hoped that their crown princess would turn things back into what they used to be. In the morning, their hopes were not in vain, as — Without a doubt — Queen Elsa announced to the public; the gates will open soon for the entire day! For they will celebrate the crown princess's nineteenth birthday, following the long-neglected royal tradition.

Nobles, dignitaries, royals from several kingdoms are invited to attend the party of Arendelle. The news is ecstatic; it's the time where the isolation is coming to an end and the time they will meet the princesses. However, some particular individuals want to find out what secrecies the castle holds.

It was afternoon, but the air was already chilling. Puffy clouds banned the sunlight from passing through them. Snowflakes of various patterns still fall down. People were wearing coats and jackets. Frost somewhat coated the kingdom and its enormous surrounding mountains. Everyone was busy, even children and those who once were princess Anna's closest friends and the castle staff's former members. Nobody appears to mind the freezing temperature, but it was getting colder as each minute passes.

The guests pile out after their respective ships pulled up to the docks. An elderly man was standing on where the shore meets the harbor; he is the dockmaster. He beamed at the foreign guests as he introduces them to the kingdom:

"Welcome to Arendelle! Watch your steps! The gates will open soon!"

People filled the bridge that connects the town to the castle across the fjord, and they couldn't be happier. They worked together to decorate the entire kingdom from the streets to the castle's halls after the announcement. Everything is perfect, or at least close to being perfection. Those who are royal can go inside while commoners can only enjoy the party outside, but the commoners weren't complaining. Even though they are as excited to re-meet the princesses as the others, fresh air and vast space in the courtyard are preferable... no matter how cold it is.

But something seems wrong around here. In where the bridge's cobblestones meet the village, there walks a tiny old diplomat with two gruff bodyguards on his side standing there, looking around them with each step.

This guy appears like the type who schemes in a shadowy corner.

As the diplomat walked with his thugs following close behind him, he stopped along with his thugs, staring at the fjord castle with his hoary eyes. He smiled, causing wrinkles around his pear-shaped face while he said through his mustache:

"Ah, Arendelle. Our most mysterious trade partner." Indeed, Arendelle produced an image of a miserable kingdom to the outsiders since King Agnarr's reign. Perhaps it will stay like this if somebody didn't take action. The old man continues:

"Open those gates so I may unlock your secrets and exploit your riches!"

To expose a 'wicked' plan to his thugs — and possibly having the people hear him? — while chuckling? His chuckling cut when he caught himself as he gazed around him before he asked his guards:

"Uh... Did I just say that out loud?"

They merely shrugged their burly shoulders.

Among the crowd, an Irishman and a Spanish ambassador were conversing about how thrilled they're to meet the princesses — and betting how beautiful they could be — as they walk towards the opening gates. Pretty sure they've known the late queen of Arendelle on meetings.

Prophecies, rumors, suspicions were all but forgotten. Let them enjoy the party, for nothing should interrupt this special day.

The icy aura forced the entire kingdom to turn into a beehive. Men come to cut trees to stock a lot of dry firewood and women to bake desserts and cook food for the event — some volunteered to help inside the castle, and the remaining castle staff gradually accept them. Most children have been helping their families and the castle staff to decorate the kingdom. Animals across the wintry forests were not as vibrant as the people, however.

Despite all the commotion, the slumbering redhead snoozed with no care at the world. Her ginger hair is a complete mess, thanks to lying in bed, and that saliva drooled from her opened mouth down to her bird nest hair, along with wheezing and her green nightgown. Really? What an appealing look for this event...

"Princess Anna?"

Anna coughed when a masculine, stentorian voice, besides a couple of knocks on the door, reached her ears as she sat up with a snort and pulls a hair from her mouth. Seems like everybody enjoys stopping her from dreaming in peace. If the sun was more alive, she would've shielded her aqua eyes. Good thing the hearth was lit so the cold air wouldn't reach her room.

"Yeah?" She spoke.

"Sorry to wake you, ma'am, but–"

"No, no, no, no, you didn't." Anna said, "I've been up for hours..." and yawns before she falls back asleep while sitting and lays her head on her hand, drooling with a silly smile. Why would he apologize for wakening her up? He doesn't really have to.

It was one of her endless excuses to get more than enough sleep whenever her parents or the staff would wake her up for the day. They would tell her anything that excites her to get up as usual: telling her she has awaiting visitors or announcing they built a chocolate fountain in the hall, anything her young self's mind imagines. As she grows up along with the gates remained shut, however, their cheeriness fell, and her parents weren't as endurable to her heavy sleepiness as before.

But this time, Anna wasn't kidding. Yesterday, she stayed awake for most of the day to help the staff organize some kind of event she couldn't figure out yet. Of course, they weren't very accepting, but she was very stubborn, and they eventually give in with reluctance.

Her wheezing broke in a gasp after her head dropped, startling her awake like a soldier in the military. Somebody was waking her up.

"Who is it?" She called out for whoever is behind the door, along with making sure this guy leave her in peace.

"Well, it's still me, ma'am." She recognized the guy; it was Kai who is wakening her up. A very strict steward, yet to her, he is more of a fatherly figure than anything. "The gates will open soon! Time to get ready!"

The sixteen-year-old princess rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms to relax. Anna knew the gates will open on this day, a dream coming true, and it's a good thing Kai waked her. Anna was sure she won't be the only one who'll be happy for the kingdom to open up for others. Perhaps this is the only time she is glad for not being asleep. But...

"Ready for what?" She asked dozily, still not aware of her surroundings yet.

"Your sister's... birthday, ma'am?"

"My sister's... bath-day." She sighed at that. Of course, it isn't a 'bath day' (If there's any) or anything like that. She really had to work on her inconsistent vocabulary. Oh wait, she 'almost' forgot. The winter solstice arrives, which means the air will be — wait, it's already cold. Well, a warm fur coat would be a pleasant addition to this specific day. The now-awakened young princess opened her eyes to catch sight of her party's costume on the dress stand. Behind it is a dressing screen adorned with rosemaling on the room's corner. Ready to dress her.

"It's Elsa's birthday..."

Her shiny eyes bolted wide with a gasp at the realization, suddenly awake.

"It's Elsa's birthday!" She gasped.

It's the day she had been waiting for half of her life to come, the day she had prepared herself since the last week to reconnect with her sister, along with experiencing freedom. Maybe this time, some visitors are waiting to see her! She also can't wait to show Elsa what she made for her birthday! Perhaps Elsa will forgive her for something she has done that she couldn't remember. Maybe she had her head hit when they were still playing? This time, she'll make sure all of her questions are answered once she talks with her big sister.

Anna bolted off her bed with a broad smile — never minding her major bedhead — to the triangle window. The kingdom's sight made her grin wider as it pained her freckled cheeks.

For the first time in forever, the town was lively. It astonishes the princess how thick snow is everywhere. There are burly men covered with pelt around the town shoveling snow off homes' roofs and some snowplows led by horses to clean streets and sidewalks from chunks of snow. In the courtyard — Filled with people — some children were playing snowball fight while laughing at each one who fails to shoot its opponent. The sight made her giggle while her heart melts, but her turquoise eyes dimmed when the sight also brought her... memories...

However, before she begins to think of her lonely childhood, a colorful mass of people on the castle's bridge catches her wandering eyes. She gasped. They're real people! Some are dressed as fancy as others; it seems like they're the party's guests. She can't wait to meet them! Perhaps one of them could be ... the one? Like in the fairytales?

The teenage princess wastes no time to wash and get dressed.

Happiness filled her senses so much she couldn't hear Kai's chuckle and footsteps behind the door. Her patience over the decade, like others, was not in vain.

The crown princess was clearly not excited.

Elsa was staring at the town through the cloudy window with a frown, troubled by the idea of getting out and celebrate her birthday. The princess isn't a fan of gatherings; she could merely celebrate in her room if it wasn't for the council.

The way they pressured her during the meeting had infuriated her, especially when they forced her to come. But thankfully, they were not harsh. They were desperate for the kingdom; Elsa knew what they meant, as Arendelle was at risk of being bankrupt thanks to her parents' choices… and herself.

But she can't stand being forced to do something she's uncomfortable with; do that; don't do that…

Weeks ago, she believed there's no need to organize a childish party (after being the quietest person here), but they didn't agree with her. She was just too nervous about parties and letting people inside the castle. It made her feel a little selfish.

However, she got convinced when some council members told her how her party can be used to her advantage for the good of Arendelle. A great ruler should put his people's needs before his own. Her father said when she was still learning with him. Elsa expects to feel bitterness when he enters her mind, but she feels nothing. While he made some poor choices, her father was a noble king, loved by everyone.

Until he closed the gates and fires some castle staff members with no words. All because of herself.

Unfortunately, she must interact with people during the party. The only people she comes to have interaction with are Kai, Gerda, the physician, the council, castle guards, maids, and her parents, nobody else. Yet she must present herself. Who is going to represent the kingdom in her stead? Kai? Not a perfect choice. Her sister? Maybe she's more educated than Anna, but no matter the circumstances, the latter is always a social butterfly and the family's sunshine.

However, Anna is too young, and she won't pressure her on such complicated matters… yet.

All her worries fade away as her lips formed a small smile. She would've been lying if she said she didn't miss her. She promised she'll make up for these years by appointing Anna as her faithful right hand or give her any job that fits her on her coronation day. Of course, she would still shut her out if it means to keep her away from herself — away from danger.

At least this could be her chance to turn Anna into a true proper princess and teach her what it means to have a responsibility, after her many failed attempts when Anna was one-year-old. She keeps surprised by how she can remember minor things in her life so vividly.

Elsa and Anna won't remain the so-called 'the heir and the spare,' and she'll make sure she'll not break this promise, not after she broke their first promise since…

Elsa shook her head, and her smile faltered along with it. Right, it wasn't time to recall painful memories of her childhood. The council had scheduled that party of hers today at six o'clock in the evening. She raised her head to see the clock that rested above the window; it's five o'clock. Time was approaching fast, and it was already getting dark, while all she is doing was just standing there.

The crown princess released a sigh as she turned behind and walked towards her tall vanity mirror with her hands before her elegantly. Elsa's face remained frigid as she stared at her reflection. There were many hairstyles for her mid-short hair to choose from — a hairstyle fits the event. She had decided for a tight crown twist bun held together with a red ribbon, almost no bangs across her forehead, exposing her heart-shaped face. Her makeup contains a dusting of purple eye shadow on her eyelids and magenta lipstick on her lips.

As her choice of a dress for the party, she wears a neck-collared long magenta cloak cape trimmed in fur with a sealed golden Arendelle's symbol-shaped button. As if to protect her from the cold, when in fact, she instead enjoys it. She was glad the cloak is not weighty, though.

Below the cloak, her dress comprises a teal dress starting with a long puffed-up sleeve rosy off-shoulder bodice with light blue and golden crystal-shaped prints on it with bronze trim. The skirt and bodice have dark teal, marron, and purple rosemaling. She wears dark brown flats with gold outlines and teal tights underneath her dress. And finally, a dark purple sash on the bodice stretched around her slim figure from left to right.

Her hands are, as always, gloved. But the gloves are different; she wears long, light turquoise gloves with teal prints on that go with her outfit. They're more comfortable on her hands than her usual cotton ones that sometimes made her hands itchy.

She'll get rid of her cotton gloves for the silky ones after the party ends as soon as possible.

Gerda was to bring her ladies-in-waiting to help her dress for the event, but she dismissed instead. It wasn't the first time she forbids them from aiding her dressing and even bathing, doing so for most months since her parents' death. She knew her maids for spreading gossips, positive or negative. Any word related to her would go to the public, and chaos will happen. Elsa noticed she didn't trust most of her own subjects. Is it okay? Perhaps, but it depends.

Simple solution: replace the maids.

Now she could do nothing but keep staring at her reflection for now.

As she examines herself, when the maids saw her, they kept telling her she'd attract many men during the upcoming party. She chuckled sullenly at herself. No doubt men will attempt to go anywhere with her, but she won't let them. Not only because she wasn't interested in romance — It's one thing she could see her sister give it attention — It's just the idea of getting physically close to someone is pretty uncomfortable.

As the crown princess and the future queen of Arendelle, however, some of her expected duties are to bear heirs, and she is 'incapable of ruling on her own without a king or prince consort by her side.' She scoffed. As if we're mere…

Wait, why's she worried about this topic? Father, too, didn't want her to marry some prince anyway, for she's too busy with her 'special lessons.' No sane man will desire to share his life with her; that's what she was told when she reached adolescence.

'Yet he could've if he wanted to dispose of you to protect everybody.'

Her heart crumpled as if somebody hit it with an axe at the truth behind this brutal thought, and her gritting teeth and cuddling hands show that.

Elsa can't reject it since she believed the kingdom and her sister are safer and better off without her. However, the more she thinks about it, the more she realizes her parents didn't want her; they weren't expecting a cursed monster as a daughter; they didn't accept who she is. Elsa pulled a glove out of her left hand. She stares down at her exposed hand with dim eyes. Should her powers expose, people will never accept her, not even her sister; essentially a feared outcast.

She'll do anything to stop this nightmare from happening. Other than repressing her powers and shutting out the world, however…

"Princess Elsa?"

A muffled, feminine voice called outside the door.

Instantly, said princess jumped as a squeal comes out of her lips; ice bursts beyond her exposed hand and freezes a small vase on the table. The vase cracks and shatters into frozen shards. Elsa backs off while cringing at the sound.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?"

Elsa gaped at the disaster she caused for a few seconds before recovering from her shock. Panic, however, was still apparent on her pale face. Elsa wears her glove back before she slides a drawer out of the cabinet under the blue table, snatches a purple blanket, and covers the remains of what once was an ornate cobalt vase. Father would be mad…

The crown princess falls too far into her distant world that she couldn't catch Gerda's voice until now. She braced herself but flipped to glare at the door.

"Yes!" She said as she rubbed her forehead before letting out a sigh. She thanked herself for locking the door earlier. The other thing she's thankful for, however, is being acknowledged as 'Princess Elsa.' Well, she's technically the queen, though not officially yet. After the news of her parent's death, the castle staff calls her 'Queen Elsa.'

While Elsa knew it was out of respect for her — As she's the heir — she feels like they were mocking her most of the time.

Silence filled the room except for her own heartbeats and the breezes outside. Honestly, Gerda should've knocked. But either way, the action would stun her. Did her voice hurt Gerda? She didn't intend to snap. Or did she? The crown princess always considered Gerda as a motherly figure rather than a mere maid or nanny.

Elsa was going to offer an apology, then ask her what she wants. But…

"I'm sorry, ma'am." She heard her sigh. It was ironic since it is she who should apologize, not Gerda. Gerda's voice was soft. It made things worse. Elsa kept silent, however.

"It's time."

Elsa turns her head behind to look at the clock. It's six forty-five, she exhaled.

Indeed, it's time.

A part of her wants to yell at everyone there's no party before hiding in her room, waiting for her sister or somebody else to take control…

However, as tempting as it sounds, she'll never do that. Goodness, what a coward and disappointment she could become. Together with her deep secret, being a single woman, a famous troll prophecy swapped around people's tongues in an endless circle, scandalized mid-short hair — perhaps she's exaggerating — and unstable emotions, she's unfit to be their queen. If her parents feared her, then why they want her to…

"No." Elsa shook her head. No, not again. There are various questions, but she has no time to seek answers.

Elsa took a deep breath to ease her nerves. It's time to open the kingdom, let people in, meet her and Anna, and celebrate. Something she was against, but oh well…

This event will do for now.

'It will thrill Anna to have visitors'. Perhaps this party could help her reduce her suffering. The council was right; she can benefit from her own birthday, for Anna and the people.

Her nineteenth birthday turned into a mere political event.

The crown princess turned herself towards the door, the barrier that separated her from the world for everyone's safety. It's obviously not the first time she exits her room, but it always feels like it is. With a straight back and an icy mask, her violet cloak trailed behind her as she stepped straight to the door.

"Calm yourself. Control yourself." Elsa said as she stopped and gathered herself.

She lifts her left hand to reach for the key in the lock. She twists it, unlocks the door with a high-pitch click that caused her to wince, and opens it. In front of her, four maids, including Gerda, were standing in line on the left corridor facing her room. All of them had their heads bowed out of respect for her. She stepped out while moving her cape aside, closed the door, and locked it before she turned to the maids — her clasped hands before her.

"Good evening." She said with a small smile. The maids return the smile.

"Likewise, your highness," Gerda said back, equally smiling. Elsa nodded as she took a deep breath before observing them. Two fair-haired young maids were beaming. Both look identical, apparently twin sisters. A middle-aged, chubby woman was tapping her feet, and a slender one was fidgeting with her fingers while biting her lips. Those are some of the castle staff's new members.

"Well," she said after a few minutes, grabbing the maids' attention. Her smile faded. "As you've known, I've never expected this day to come." She then put her hands behind. Her statement was genuine.

"But it looks like it is." She let out a quiet sigh before looking at them and announces sternly:

"Tell the guards to unlock the gates."

After that, the maids nodded before they curtsied and dashes away, except Gerda. She was smiling with her hands behind. What is she hiding? The crooked-nose maid slowly approached her before enthusiastically shows her wrinkled hands. There was a small yellow box resting on them, causing her eyebrows to rise.

Did she just receive a gift?

"Happy birthday, princess." Her eyes couldn't believe it. It has been a long time for anyone to congratulate her and send her gifts since her ninth birthday. The first and last 'gift' from her father was gloves. Should she accept this?

Elsa smiles timidly back at the woman in front of her before she delicately took her present. It was a small rectangle box wrapped with a navy ribbon. It's like she was now a little girl who was eager to open her gifts. That sounds like her sister.

"Open it." Elsa didn't look up at her. Gerda was clearly reading her thoughts. "The scheduled time is coming, so hurry." The maid said before she turns and left, possibly for the now-unlocked gates. Elsa only nodded.

As Gerda left, Elsa stroked the box with a pensive smile as if it was a doll before she unwraps the box and opens it. Inside the box, there was a small golden tiara with a tiny blue orb in its center. The tiara's structure is of Arendelle's symbol. Elsa took the tiara out with her right hand and examined its model and shape, using her slender fingers to rotate it at different angles. Seems like it's made of gold, but she can't feel its touch without removing her gloves.

She is going to wear it. Right now.

"Your highness?"

Just before she re-enters her room, Elsa turned to the masculine voice. Standing before her with hands behind was Kai, who's dressed in his formal olive winter suit. His face was stone cold, but his eyes were sparkling. She raised an eyebrow as if questioning him.

"They arrived." He said bluntly, and her eyes widened. How much time passes, exactly?

"They… they are?" She asked with emphasis, just to ensure she is still sane. Kai nodded. "So, shall we?" he said as he motioned with his left arm to his right, where the passage leads to the ballroom. It was real. She will make her appearance to the visitors and her people; all eyes will set on her. This made her gulp.

Elsa offered Kai the empty box, which he took with a knowing smile. "I need a mirror," Elsa said. The butler nodded as he grabbed a handheld mirror from his coat and rotated the mirror's face to her. Elsa looked at her reflection for a moment before lifting her arms and set the tiara atop her head. It fit her head perfectly, as if they made it for her.

Seeing that she had finished, Kai put his mirror back into his coat. She'll be a great queen, he thought to himself with a proud smile. After all, he has a part in raising them as daughters he never had. All the sisters need is mental treatment and support, then everything will be fine.

Kai turned with his hands behind him without uttering a word and walks towards the next corridor, with Elsa following behind. To the great hall.

Sometime ago…

The dull sky whooshed with screeching winds, maddening the ocean to engage in a battle of harsh waves. Waves sped to the shore and crawl back, repeating the process. There is a figure standing there, clad in a solemn dark outfit that fits his lean, muscular physique well. With his chin high, hands on his back, and a neutral look, it seems like this man has little care about the approaching storm as the waves soaked the depressive rocks around him surrounding most of the coast.

The winds ruffled his auburn hair — pulled in a small ponytail — and his long sideburns gently. He closed his eyes and was about to inhale the ocean's odor before a rough yet urgent voice pierced through the air, hitting his ears:

"Admiral Westergard!"

Unfazed, the Admiral turned his head to his left with a raised eyebrow. A slender tanned man covered in a formal outfit, obviously in his mid-fifties as gray speckled his dark hair, was running towards him with heavy footsteps.

The middle-aged fellow halted in front of him with his palms on his knees while he gasped for air before he coughed a bit.

"Here." The Admiral spoke as he pulled a small bottle filled with fresh water from a pocket on his coat and offered it to him, which the man takes and mutters, "Thank you." before he yanked the lid aside and gulped its content. The naval officer watched him drinking with the same face for a few seconds before his focus shifted into a blue envelope clutched in the man's right hand; he just waited for the tired guy to finish his drink.

The man finished drinking water with a cough and gave the now empty bottle back to the Admiral who took it and put it back in his pocket. Admiral Westergard was the first to speak:

"I believe you're here to inform me of something."

The middle-aged man who stands before him met his eyes and nodded.

"You're right, sir." He extends his hand, revealing the envelope held in it. The Admiral raised an eyebrow as if he questioned: What is this envelope, and where it comes from? The old fellow sees this and answered:

"It's from… The crown princess of Arendelle, sir."

At the name of the so-called kingdom of isolation, the young man's eyebrows rose in surprise with some… interest? In the end, it's not every day you get a message from Arendelle, especially Princess Elsa, who becomes the acting ruler of the isolated fjord kingdom after her parents… sank under the ocean with their ship and crew in an unfortunate situation.

Admiral Westergard took the foreign envelope from the man — carefully not touching the man's stiff fingers. He stared at the envelope's seal with a flower mark on it, Arendelle's national flower, before he unseals it. Inside the envelope, there's a paper rested on it, waiting for someone to take it away. He took it and read it while the fellow standing beside his left side silently listened.

,,,

December 18, 1836.

To the Southern Isles' royal family,

We're going to open the gates on the first day of the winter solstice for everyone to celebrate my nineteenth birthday after organizing it. I know we didn't contact all of you ever since the days my late parents have reigned over the kingdom. Still, I, with my sister Princess Anna, and my council, will make amends for these lost years and give the long-neglected tradition some attention. We will work together to bring back Arendelle to prosperity. I welcome anyone who wishes to join the celebration at my castle. I also invite other trade partners. Please enjoy if you attend.

Sincerely, Crown princess/Queen regnant Elsa of Arendelle.

,,,

The young navy man finished reading, appearing more interested while the other has his eyes widened. Once more, it's not every day the sheltered princess welcomes almost everyone as if nothing had happened. Admiral Westergard took his eyes off the paper and stared at the ocean before him, although his eyes seemed to focus on nothing. Few minutes passed in silence, except the biting wind's whistling sound shows that the merciless and cold season has come. The middle-aged man opened his mouth and asked:

"Should we attend the party… sir?"

The Admiral didn't respond. Instead, he took a deep breath… and release it. Was he always unusually that calm? After some pondering, he looked at his fellow.

"Order them to prepare the ship. We're going to Arendelle."

Despite the announcement, the fellow instead was still standing. He raised his bushy eyebrow with a question, "Should your father know, sir?"

"I'll deal with the King later…" Admiral said while his baritone voice edged at the word 'King.' "We'll sail after the storm ends."

The captain indeed had noticed the storm approaching while understanding the Admiral's concern. He straightened his back and, with a salute, "Yes, sir!" he took action.

Obeying his command, the captain picked his pace and dashed away, in the same direction he comes from, to a royal vessel. His crew resting on a royal ship beside a pier spread out as they followed every demand from his captain. The captain is pretty fast for someone in his age—benefits of being a long-term athlete.

The Admiral shifts his eyes back to the ocean after he watched his ship's captain and crew. The winds had increased their pace — as if mimicking Admiral's ship members — but he kept standing like a perfectly carved statue. Unaffected.

Except a smile crept its way into his face, and his emerald-green eyes shone a bit for once.

"I'll help your kingdom back to prosperity, princess…"

NOTE: Hi, my fellow readers! Sorry for having you waiting for almost three months, but it's pretty exhausting to research, write, rewrite the whole thing, edit massive walls of texts, and make sure everything is perfect (In terms of grammar, punctuation, etc.) I guess it was worth it. I know some of you thought this would be like a 'retelling,' but it's not. Originally I was going to put the entire party in play but decide in the next chapter. I will update the past four chapters after C7. You guys don't know how many grammar errors I've found XD. The time of darkness or "mørketid," is what Norwegians call the winter solstice in Norway.

I'm unsure about the title. So I was thinking, should I rename it to 'Anna and The Frozen Heart' or keep it as it is? I want it to have a "unique" title, but I CAN'T THINK OF IT! If you have some ideas, please let me know.

See ya guys in the next three months! I hope you enjoyed reading and have a nice day!

Updated on 4-28-2021

The story's name is now 'Anna and The Frozen Heart.' I'll need to take more time for chapter 7 since this one needs some editing.