Elsa woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. The nightmares weren't as traumatizing but they still were horrible to encounter. The end of the nightmare involved Anna getting saved by the trolls, unlike her other ones where Anna wouldn't be able to make it. Something seemed different though, today. Elsa got up to check her calendar and there was a thick- red circle lined in sharpie on the date; it was her birthday, June 10th. It was disappointing to Elsa that her birthday was in the summer, she, of course, preferred the winter. It was almost unbelievable to think it'd been a year since she first moved in to her new room, but Elsa decided to guide her mind elsewhere. This would be the first birthday she hadn't celebrated with Anna.
"Happy birthday!" Anna's tiny voice echoed through her room, giving Elsa the chills.
Would it hurt to not say to go away, this time? Could I thank her? Elsa debated herself.
"Thank you, Anna" Elsa replied, her voice cracking.
"Oh my gosh, you replied! Your nine, now! Hi Elsa! It's still me, Anna! I made you a card- here! I'll slide it under your door and you can open it!" Anna's voice came out fast, and was almost impossible to understand what she was saying.
A card slid out from under her door. To Elsa's relief she wouldn't freeze the card, she was wearing her gloves. The gloves at first had been irritating, and a drag to put on; now they provided Elsa with a sense of comfort. Elsa grabbed the card and laid her body against the back of her door. She then opened it and was immediately filled with glee. Inside was a terribly drawn picture of herself and Anna playing outside in the snow. It had 'Happy Birthday' adorably written on the upper-half of the paper. She would have to thank Anna, later. Elsa would thank Anna today, but she would be giving Anna too much hope. She didn't want Anna to think she'd be coming out of her room, at least any time soon.
A half an hour later, Elsa's parents had came in to her room, wishing her a happy birthday. Her father was holding a light blue box, with a white ribbon. Elsa carefully unlaced her gift and took the top half of the box off of it. Inside was a snowflake pin; it was crystal-clear and uniquely designed.
"Its lovely, thank you," Elsa said, setting it aside on the top of her drawer.
Her mother was also holding a gift for Elsa. It was a purple velvet box, and it felt heavy.
"For my little Snow Princess," Her mother smiled, brushing her hand at Elsa's cheek to which Elsa flinched at the contact.
Elsa carefully opened the box, her gloves slipping slightly on the velvet. She gasped, her face lighted with shock, and awe. Inside it was a beautiful clear crown layered with silver snowflakes. It shimmered in the sunlight coming from Elsa's window.
"I love it, thank you mother," Elsa smiled and was about to reach out to hug her parents but stopped herself.
Elsa yearned for affection from her parents but did not want to test her magical abilities. If being a little lonely would make up for their, or anyone's, safety, she would be lonely any day.
Elsa couldn't help but remember the nickname her mother had gave her, Snow Princess. Was she truly the Snow Princess? Would this mean that one day she would be the Snow Queen? Elsa had no idea, and couldn't help but dwell even further on her thoughts. Elsa was born with her powers, and she knew that, but she couldn't help but wonder where they came from. To her only knowledge, she was the only human who had powers, but what if there was more? Oh well, Elsa gave up on figuring out her origins and began to wonder if she was going to receive a cake this year.
"Its so big!" Elsa exclaimed, looking at the masterpiece that laid in front of her.
Elsa received a custom cake, a snow angel made out of chocolate cake and fondant. Pushing away some of Elsa's excitement was the nagging feeling at the bottom of her stomach, guilt. Chocolate was Elsa and Anna's favorite thing to eat together, and to also eat forbiddingly when no one was around.
"Make sure to give a piece to Anna," Elsa looked up at her father, hopefully.
"Of course," He smiled back at her, pleased to see his daughter so delightful.
Her mother cut through the cake slowly, teasing Elsa. Elsa's anxiousness spread a weary feeling through her body. She began to tap her foot speedily, provoking her mother to cut the cake.
"Elsa!" Her father exclaimed and her mother chopped right through the cake.
Behind Elsa was ice on the walls, in delicate patterns.
"Are you wearing your gloves?" He immediately stepped back.
"Of course, papa!" Elsa cried out, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
A light storm began to form above them.
"Conceal, Elsa! Don't feel!" He shouted above the storm that was beginning to grow larger, and thicker.
"Go away!" Elsa shouted because her fathers screaming had become too much for her.
Spikes were beginning to form on the walls. Her mother looked at her saddened, before leaving with her husband. Elsa had begun to calm down before looking in horror at what she had done. There were spikes on the wall, spikes! Elsa then realized that she could learn to control her ice, but no matter what, her ice was also controlled by her emotions. Wonderfully intricate snowflakes and patterns appeared when she was happy or excited, and spikes and who knows what else formed when she was upset, or hurt. Elsa's birthday had made a turn for the worst.
Her parents had said goodnight, barely going in her room; their bodies were halfway on the other side of her sister's room. An hour later, Elsa decided to not let her birthday become a full disaster. She was going on a harmless adventure, or at least she thought, to around the castle. She had gone outside her room before, and still knew how to navigate her way back. Elsa knew her parents and Anna were surely asleep. Elsa slowly opened her door, it creaking slightly. She made sure her gloves were on, and then slowly crept past Anna's room and to the large hallway. She found herself in front of a whole bunch of paintings, and Elsa wondered which one was this so- called 'Joan'. She then found herself in front of a statue; it was copper and was the upper-half of a man.
Elsa felt a prickle on her shoulder and turned around. To her disbelief, a spider had landed on her! Elsa slowly started walking backwards, imagining ways to dispose the spider. Surely she couldn't freeze it, she didn't even know how to control her powers fully, yet. Elsa kept on walking backwards until she heard a loud bang. She had knocked over the statue! Elsa immediately sprinted back to her bedroom, focusing on concealing her powers; not noticing that two-inches of the statues head was covered in frost.
Elsa ran to her room in time, luckily. She wondered what her mother and father would say to her, they'd be so disappointed in her. She didn't know how this could get worse.
"Mama! Papa! Look! A Snow fairy came!"
Hey I finally updated! Sorry for the delay, I had writers block for a while, but after that, I've been planning this chapter! Yay! Reviews are appreciated.