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Elsa
My dad and I had always lived in a secluded neighborhood up in the mountains (specifically the North Mountains), where there were only a few other houses around us. It was amazing; we had a huge lake nearby and the view of the mountains themselves was stunning. In the summer, it never got too hot, aside from a few days in July. In the winter, though, everything got freezing and it snowed at least once every week.
Winter has always been my favorite season. My dad, maybe once or twice a winter, would take me down to the city at the bottom of the mountain, Arendelle, to magicians and ice sculpture exhibits. He would laugh when my jaw would drop at the exceptionally beautiful sculptures; not necessarily the biggest, but almost surreal in how crazily detailed they were.
Once I found out about my abilities with ice, I was immensely excited to see that I too could make the sculptures I had always looked upon when I was little. I let myself dream, and it was one of the best things my dad could've let me do as a young child. But, alas; eventually, the sleeper must awaken. As I got older, my powers got stronger, and I started losing control of them. The worst would be when my emotions were heightened, then I really would lose it; eventually, I hurt our dog, Julfr, and almost killed him because I was scared by a bear in the woods by our house. I was nine at the time.
Once I was ten, my dad took me to see a man by the name of Pål Østberg. It was the first big trip we took out of town; we had to travel all the way from northern Norway down to southern Norway. We even got to go on a plane! I hated the people, though - they made me feel claustrophobic and extremely nervous. My dad, apparently, got the same way.
My dad and Pål were supposedly best friends, hailing from the same branch of Aqua Dulci Regem: Aquarum Halitus. They could gather moisture from the air and use it to their will.
Pål's apartment was in the dead center of a city. His place was very cozy, and made me feel at ease. The living room had a warm shade of mustard yellow, with an olive green accent wall. His couch was very comfortable, a deep charcoal. His TV was small, and there were pictures of he and his friends, including some pictures with my father. They looked years younger, my dad without his mustache and Pål without the slight bit of grey at his temples, posing with water figures next to their faces.
They gave each other a quick, brotherly hug and said their greetings, Pål offering my father and I drinks.
"What should we do with her, Pål?" he asked as Pål entered the kitchen, "You know I married Iðunn to avoid Elsa from getting involved with the Aqua Magus; but her powers keep getting stronger and stronger, and one way or another she needs to control it."
"Hm…" Pål hummed, contemplating the options at hand as he walked back out, "Well, I suppose you have three options, really. One, have her stay secluded in the mountains with you as her powers spiral out of control; two, take her to the Aqua Magus - I think the current one is de l'Eau, a man from Niger - and see what he wants to do with her; or three, take her to Ek. You know that this is probably the best option, Agðar." My father did not looked pleased with any of the options.
"Papa?" I asked quietly, tugging on his sleeve gently.
"Yes, sweetheart?" he responded, looking at me with a bit of a strained smile.
"Who's, uh, Ek? And the Aqua Magus?" I replied. He sighed.
"The Aqua Magus is a person who can full control water; every single form of it. And Ek… Tonna Ek has the same powers as you do, dear. She has full control of it, actually, and teaches other people how to control their powers as well." My face must've lit up like a Christmas tree. I bounced up and down, giddy at the prospect of seeing another person with my powers; another person I could identify with. My father, on the other hand, only look more displeased as when I first asked about Ek.
"Well, let's go see her Papa! Let's go, let's go, let's -"
"Elsa," Pål's deep baritone cut me off. "Ek lives in Svalbard." My bouncing stopped, but my excitement quelled only very slightly.
"So? She can show me how to make the ice sculptures like the people in the city at the bottom of the mountain, and show me how to do super cool things with my ice and stuff, and Dad, how cool would that be?! She could show me and stuff and we could live their, Dad, and -"
"No," my dad said, stopping my rambling, "we wouldn't." All my excitement immediately died down.
"What?" I asked.
"All the things you said were true, Elsa. You would be able to control your powers, do amazing things with them, even make the beautiful ice sculptures you've always wanted to. But if you want to go see Ek, Elsa… You'd be going alone." It hit me like a freight train.
"... B-but why? Couldn't you live with me? Why wouldn't you come?!" My voice was continually rising into a shout. He knelt down to my level and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I have too many responsibilities at home, Elsa. I have my job, Julfr, the community… I can't just up and leave," he shook his head. "It just wouldn't be possible to go with you, hun. However, Pål has a point: taking you to Ek is the best option at this point." I started to tear up and shook my head.
"I don't want to leave you, Papa," I whispered. He engulfed me in a huge hug.
"I don't want to leave you either, my dear," came his quiet response. "But some things have to happen. We'll still see each other, Elsa. We'll talk to each other every day, and I'll try to visit you during the spring and summer, at least during your birthday week." He turned to Pål.
"Do you have Ek's number?" he asked. Pål nodded and unlocked a mahogany drawer, proceeding to hand my dad a piece of paper with a long list of names. My dad picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Tonna Ek? … This is Agðar Isånd, of the Aquarum Halitus… Haha, I see you've heard my name prior… I need to talk to you about my daughter, Elsa… Yes? … Well, she's of the Glaciem Magistri, as she has inherited part of her great grandfather's gift and can use… Really? Fabulous! Thank you so very much, Tonna, I appreciate it, truly… Farewell, see you in a year."
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Fast forward a year later, to when I am eleven. My father and I boarded a plane to Svalbard in June, just after my birthday. I cried on the way to the plane, I cried on the plane, and I cried off the plane. How I even had that much water in my body is beyond me.
The ride to Tonna's house was filled with classical music and gentle words, comforting words. We held hands the entire way to her house, my dad telling me to sleep.
It was so painful.
But, it was so exhilarating. I was going to finally, finally meet someone who was like me; someone who could help me.
When we pulled up to her house, I was astonished. It was hardly a house. In fact, I can't quite say that it was - rather, a temple. Moss danced up its thick columns in each corner, green vines starkly contrasting with the white of the stone.
"Hello!" A higher voice came from the left, belonging to a short woman with dirty blonde hair bound up into a high ponytail, ochre brown eyes, and light complexion was wearing a black sweatshirt and grey yoga pants, looking quite comfortable and bounded over to us, smile gracing her face.
"You must be Agðar and Elsa. I'm Tonna, nice to meet you," she greeted us, sticking out her hand to my dad first. He took it and smiled politely.
"A pleasure," my father replied. I took her hand shyly and introduced myself. For a moment, I felt unsure of myself. I didn't know if I could do this; if I could leave Papa and go with a woman I had just met. However, looking into her comforting gaze put me at ease. She had a very relaxed and controlled air about her, and from what little I had seen, she was polite and well-mannered.
But time flew, and before long my bags were being handed to me and before I knew it, it was time to say my farewells to my father.
It was a quiet exchange. I hugged him tightly, putting all the words I couldn't articulate into my gesture. He returned the embrace with just as equal enthusiasm. He swore to call me when he landed and got home. But our embrace wasn't one full of tears, but rather of promise; of hope.
We knew that this was what was best for me, what I needed. We knew this would be a painful process, but that we would keep in touch everyday.
We knew I would succeed, with Tonna Ek.
We knew I would dream again.
A/N: Whoo! That was one hell of a chapter to write, honestly. It took me a whopping four hours in total, basically taking up most of my free time. Alright, so in the last author's note, I mentioned that there is really cool mythology involved in the Elementals. Obviously, I'll let this suggestion stew over a few chapters, since I'm just starting off, but would you guys like me to start a side series detailing the Myths of the Elementals? I think it would be sick for me to write, but I don't want to waste my time if none of you will read it. Another option would be something akin to a small myth at the end of each chapter. I'll leave that up to you guys. Also, I made Elsa's bloodline, dating all the way back to the formation of the Elementals, in 332 BCE.
Also, if any of you want translations to the immense amount of Latin names I use for the Elemental titles and such, leave some comments and I'll start giving you guys the meanings behind the names.
Almost done here, guys. I'm going to try and make my update schedule every Saturday or Sunday. This week is a very rare occurrence, as where I live is going to get hit with a huge amount of snow this weekend and there are supposed to be huge power outs. Better a day early than three days late, you know? I won't always be able to make my quota of one chapter a week, as I have a very busy life with school and such, so sometimes I may update on Monday, or sometime later in the week.
Lastly! We're about to hit a timeskip, ten years into the future. Be prepared for the Elsanna to begin, yo! From hereonout, we will no longer be in the first person point of view, but rather the third person. So if you don't like third person fics, now would be the time to stop reading. I personally think that third person is a really cool point of view to write in and will help me progress as a writer. Don't worry, though. It will be very distinct as to who's head we're in at what time.
Está bien, ¡te veré la semana que viene! ~ Burns