No more procrastination.

Kristoff leads me back into the ballroom.
The reception is almost at its end and I know that I cannot hold my announcement off any longer.
I think it is safe to say that I am now the perfect example of a "nervous wreck".

Since my people have discovered the secret of my powers (and have seen what kind of destruction they can cause), it is common knowledge that many wish for Anna to be queen of Arendelle.
I don't blame them; Anna never froze the kingdom.
However, I do not wish to see the looks of relief when I tell them that I am departing.
My "grave news" might end up being not so grave.
Is this understandably upsetting?

"My people," I get their attention. "Everything within me aches to ruin this time of celebration, but I cannot wait any longer.
Something has come up and I must leave Arendelle for a short while."
A hush comes over the room.
"I entrust the kingdom to Princess Anna and Prince Kristoff while I am away. I know that you will be in the best possible hands." I push on. "My heart is heavy to leave, especially at such a time as this, but I am confident in my sister's abilities. Arendelle will be shining again soon; I anticipate my return so that I might see it."

I am surprised to see that many of my people look downcast at this news.
The ballroom remains silent; you could hear a pin drop.
However, we do not hear a pin drop; what we hear is a single little girl's voice rise up to fill the room in a familiar lullaby.
"Our queen is strong,
Her heart is well,
I hear her song,
'We never broke, we never fell
We are the folk of Arendelle'."

This is probably the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
I cannot keep the tears from spilling over.
I love my people.

The mood of the party shifts back to it's previous lightheartedness.
A few more dances are accomplished, a few more chocolates consumed, and probably a few more bits of gossip spread around from one to another.
Nevertheless, it is getting late. The party appears to be winding down.

I draw towards Anna, who is eating something that is most likely slathered in chocolate (she always did quite enjoy chocolate).
"Anna, I am going up to my bedchamber for the night. Would you excuse me?"
She swallows hard. "Yes."
I give her a hug. "I can't express how happy I am for you."
"I wish you wouldn't leave..." She whispers.
"I have to."