In the forest of Northuldra, Elsa was struggling to sleep in her tent. The night bore the brunt of a summer storm. The wind howled, lightning lit up the sky, and the rains lashed down. In her tent, Elsa tossed and turned, her thoughts taken up by those of her sister's impending wedding. Would everything go according to plan? Would it be an event the whole kingdom could be proud of? Elsa shut her eyes tightly and tried to block out the crashes of thunder.
Meanwhile, off the coast of Northuldra, a small sailboat lurched up and down through the raging sea. On board was a young woman who leaned over the side and held her hair as the waves threw the boat around. At the helm, a man stared into the distance, knowing he had to take the boat ever onwards. A flash of lightning illuminated the coast and the forest. The young woman looked up, forgot her queasiness, and smirked. She stood up and placed a firm hand on the man's trembling shoulder. With her head right next to his ear, she pointed, and the boat made its way towards the shore.
The young woman dropped into the knee high water with a sinister smirk on her face. As she got off the boat, the storm relented and the sun began to rise. The boat turned around and sailed back out to sea. The woman had green eyes, plaited blond hair with red streaks in it, and she wore nothing but red shoes and a short, bright scarlet dress. As she marched along the beach, steam rose up from her. With each step she took, flames shot from her heels. She stopped and held out her hand, before laughing with glee as she shot a fireball out of her palm and into the air.
She had the forest of Northuldra in her sights. By the time she reached it the sun was shining brightly. She immersed herself amongst the trees. The morning sun shone through the canopy, leaving crisp shadows on the ground. Birds sang, rabbits hopped around the forest floor, and mischievous squirrels jumped from branch to branch.
The young woman looked around, taking in her surroundings. Then she placed her hands on a tree, and felt the roughness of the bark. She closed her eyes, and flames shot out of her fingertips. Fire crept up the tree, causing all the animals on it to scamper away. Soon, the tree was totally engulfed. The young woman looked up, delighted as all of the branches were consumed. She shot a jet of flame out of the palm of her hand onto the neighbouring tree, and it too was quickly ablaze. The young woman laughed, and flames appeared in her eyes. She turned herself into a fireball and darted from tree to tree, setting them all on fire. She stood in the middle of the conflagration as branches came crashing down around her. Thick black smoke rose up, and soon the sky became black as night. The more the forest burned, the more the young woman laughed. The flames behind her eyes grew brighter, and fire shot from the red strands in her hair. She laughed to herself even more, and launched plumes of flame from her hands into the air in celebration.
The fire she was surrounded by made her feel more and more powerful. She had found her new kingdom.