With the holidays over, school was just as before. Except Charlotte somehow heard of my little visit with King Agnarr.

Taking my seat, I could feel her snobbish nose rise towards me.

"She's only climbing the later, using her guardian to get in." She said to her friends. "Who knows what manipulative techniques she used in her old life." She continued. Only two rows away from me, but she made no effort to hide her so called whispers.

At this I just snapped. Standing from my place, I whirled myself around to confronted her.

"Say that to my face." I spatted.

Taken aback by this, she sat their a little stunned before a smirk crossed her face.

"Well, what else is there to think?" She said innocently.

"Maybe, You should stop talking and think more before you open your mouth", I snapped.

Charlotte's eyes widened. Just than the teacher walked in. Without skipping a beat, Charlotte started to cry.

"Ahh, teacher make Iduna stop, please!" She screamed.

"Wait, what?!" I thought.

"She's calling me names, and making fun of my new dress." She sobbed.

"You got to be kidding me," I thought.

I was in too much in shock to defend myself. Before I knew it, I was writing; I'm sorry, a hundred times on the board.

While everyone else continued they're lesson. I could hear Charlotte and her witches giggle as I wrote.

Finally done, I scrambled to finish my work. Emily was kind enough help me after school on what I didn't quit get.

Walking down the snowy path, Charlotte with her girls ambushed us with snowballs.

Making a run for it, I Held tight to Emily's hand, but to my surprise she was faster than me. Despite braving a rain of snowballs, I managed to catch one of their snowballs, and fired back.

I did hit one of the girls in the chest, but it wasn't Charlotte. We were able to get away when coming across people, resulting them to stop to not expose themselves. I hopped it would be the end of it, nope.

The very next day, Charlotte had to recount her victory. On how she over came my bullying behavior. This time, I didn't react, instead I let myself get lost in my dreams. My lack of reaction must have bored her enough to stop after that and move on. Eventually, the whole incident was forgotten, and we all carried on our day.

After school, I'd come home and do chores, if Della needed help. Once done, and with my homework, I'd be bursting out the door to play.

Della wished I wouldn't do so as much as I do. She preferred I'd stay inside and play, but no. Only when it was too cold or a blizzard hit Arendelle, I wasn't allowed to go outside.

I had hoped to soon see Agnarr, I kind of missed him. Sure he wasn't the type to be outside all day, but he always had something interesting to say, he wasn't boring like others would be.

Somehow he makes it all interesting.

I laugh to myself, remembering when he showed me this ancient text book, inscribed with my homelands writings. A language, almost dead.

Somehow my family has been able to pass it on.

My Mother growing up, was able to learn this language, being sister of the next elder chief. It wasn't uncommon for siblings of the next chief to pick up on the lost art, and it's a good thing too. My uncle was often too busy to teach me, so my Mother gladly taught me at a very young age.

While showing me his book, I gasped when I saw it mention Ahtohollan.

I pretended I was just excited, about the picture that displayed illustrations, of what is believed to be what Ahtohollan looks like. While we looked, I secretly read the inscription.

I was a bit disappointed to find it only described what I already knew.

Perhaps it was good to know this. Perhaps, now I'm to be a guardian of my heritage for Arendelle. Someday, my knowledge will help resolve the wrong fine. My knowledge is a secret gift. A lonely gift, but true enough, if Agnarr allows me to come back and read in the library, I'll gladly risk the headache to find what I can, do what I to bring some form of peace of mind.

Maybe someday, I could become a librarian for the Royal Library?

I pondered that thought for a while, whether or not if that was a real job, and if it was attainable.

"I'll have to ask him next time I see him", I thought to mysellf.

*

The snow was deep, the air was clear, and school was off for the day. Immediately we dodged for the largest hill on the outskirts of Arendelle.

Everyone came here for sledding. Teens, lovers, families. It was something like a winter picnic, except without the blankets baskets full of food. Even Charlotte and her lot were too busy having fun to cause their usual mischief.

Emily didn't like going down all the way, she tried to be the one to give me a push, or go down a smaller hill. I wanted to slap my forehead, when two kids, obviously younger than us, carelessly went down the biggest hill, as Emily was a total mouse.

"That's it", I said.

Still on our sled, Emily turned to face me.

"Iduna? What are you- Ahh!!!"

I admittedly lost my temper and pushed her down, whilst at the very top of the hill.

"Iduna!" Emily screamed.

"You'll like it!" I said assuredly.

I was hoping if I gave her this push of faith, she'll see how silly she was being. However that didn't happened. Instead, she glided down the hill at top speed, you could tell she was sobs.

By the time she reached the bottom, guilt was already swelling inside me. The sled didn't stop there. As it was still going, she was now sobbing without a doubt.

Holding on for dear life, she clearly wasn't paying attention to where she was going.

"Emily, stop! Jump off!" I shouted.

Now running down the hill, silently praying someone will stop her, but nope. Before I could finish Mary her sled had smashed into a lamp post.

Cries of pain sounded within the air. Everyone stopped what they were doing. A few grown up, had gotten to Emily before I did. Finally reaching them, Emily was understandably still sobbing.

"Emily, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to!" I cried.

Desperately wrapping my arms around her, trying, hoping to console her. But it was no use. Fortunately, she wasn't really hurt, but she was too shaken by the experience. After a while, she calmed down enough to listen.

I suggested we go to my house for hot chocolate. She smiled to this. Making our way, I couldn't stop apologizing. Emily was too gracious, so forgiving, too quickly.

But that's friendship I guess.

While explaining to Della, who noticed traces of her tears, it was no surprise when she asked to talk to me for a second.

"Iduna, you can't just assume and push people into things." Della sternly stated.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." I hope sincerely said.

"Did you say sorry?" Della asked

"Yes", I said.

"Good", she said.

Walking back into the kitchen, we continued to chat, but on school, plans, and summer.

"I wish it was summer", I said.

"Yes, but when it's summer you'll wish it was winter", Emily said knowingly.

Della giggled at us as we talked. A little while later, Della committed herself to her sawing, while Emily and I played on the floor. I explained to Emily a game I used to play with my Mother. But I didn't tell her that.

I only said it was a game I used to play.

You draw a picture on the floor with your finger, and the other players have to guess what the image you are drawing is.

I remember one winter, Mother drew something I've never seen before, nor will ever see.

It looked like a jagged, pointy mountain. Finally my stubborn groaned in defeat.

"What is this?!" I said.

Hands forward gesturing to the strange drawing on our hunt floor.

It was a bit easier when using dirt. Drawing the image was in complete until you got it or ran out of time if you timed it.

Mother laughed before gaining her composure to explain.

"This is Ahtohollan, an ancient, mystical place, said to hold all the answer. Of who we are and who were meant to be." She explained.

"Whoa", I sighed.

Mother went on to explain that when our tribal leaders die, and if they lived a good, honest life, than once put to rest in Earth's soil, their spirit, no matter where they are in the world will go to Ahtohollan, and be received to live there in peace. As a spirit.

"Their souls go to Ahtohollan?" I gasped.

Mother smiled, and gently shook her head.

"No sweet child, their souls will go onto the afterlife, but if one lived a good moral life, their spirit will be received and be apart of Ahtohollan, to guid future generations, every person, animal, plant, and creature. They will be there to guid and protect." She said.

I remember her voice, so calm, and soothing. Her eyes were always full of warmth, kindness and wisdom. I often laid in my bed wondering, wishing i could be like her. My temper, and stubbornness however don't seem to agree with that plan.

"Don't worry, your young, you have an entire life to grow", mother would say.

"Iduna?"

"Mother I miss you."

"Iduna?"

"I'll make you proud of me, Mother."

"Iduna!" Emily's voice sounded.

Emily's hand now on my shoulder.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry Emily." I said.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked.

"Oh, nothing, was just thinking." I said.

"About what?" Emily asked.

Her face full of sympathy. To this I smiled, grateful for such a kind friend.

"About how I'm going to someday go up to Charlotte and lift her skirt to explode her undergarments." I said confident.

Mary's eyes widened, immediately her face was red. Poor Emily, was blushing all over her face.

"Iduna!" Emily said.

"Iduna, you'll do no such thing!" Della said with a warning.

I had completely forgot she was there.

Taking this time to finally look to the floor, realizing the dirt was a floor and the picture was now off the drawer, I frowned in this realization.

"I'm sorry Emily, could you start again", I said.

Emily sighed, whilst dramatically rolling her eyes, before answering.

"Oh alright", Emily said.