This is a morning of sorrowful goodbyes.

We are all gathered outside by the harbor. By all, I mean, most everyone in Arendelle seems to have come to bid me farewell.

The Gerda is ready to set sail. It stands imposingly to the right of me, swaying gently in the water, as if impatient to begin sailing.
It is one of the most beautiful ships in all of Arendelle's royal fleet.

I look out over the crowd of people, my people, and I feel uncertainty well up within me.
How can I leave them? My heart aches to remain.

Coldness pricks itself into my hands, as if many minuscule icicles are poking into my flesh.
My will is renewed. I must go to the Kingdom On The Top Of The World.

I go forth to give my final goodbyes to my dearest friends.
I pat Sven's furry head and give him a kiss on his cheek.
I playfully poke Olaf's carrot nose, careful to avoid contact with his cold, little body. "Be good." I whisper.
I move on to give my new brother-in-law a quick hug.
Lastly, Anna and I wrap our arms around each other in an embrace.
Regretfully, I must pull away.
"Come back soon." She says quietly.
"If Fate will have it be so." I reply.

I take a few steps back and wave enthusiastically to my people, many of whom wave back.

Time is of the essence; my crew is undoubtedly ready to hoist the anchor.

I board the ship.

I will not pretend that I know much about anything that is even remotely nautical.
Many of my ship's crew members are rushing around performing tasks that I do not know the purpose of; I can only assume that whatever it is they are doing is in preparation for our voyage.

Amidst all of the commotion, I almost do not even notice Ember standing inconspicuously by the far railing of the upper deck. He looks out over the expanse of the ocean; mile after mile of clear, blue water.

I approach him.
"So you didn't run away after all." I startle him out of what I can only assume to have been a very dismal place in his mind.
"I said I wouldn't." He shrugs, glancing at me vaguely, then returning his focus to the waters.
"You seem unsettled." I observe.
"Fire and wood." He says simply. "If I make one wrong move, it will all be over in a matter of minutes."
I hadn't thought of this. I empathize with him, knowing myself what it feels like to be afraid of my every move.

"Queen Elsa." A rough, masculine voice comes from behind.
I turn my attention to it.
Captain Roald stands before me.
He is one of Arendelle's finest sea captains, not to mention that he had been devoutly loyal to my parents. My innermost wish is that this loyalty will extend itself toward me.
He grasps my hands with his, perhaps for a second more than necessary. "We are ready to weigh anchor. We have prepared your quarters and I hope you see them fit to your expectations. If ye be needing anything at all, do not hesitate to ask my daughter Hemmin for her services." He looks around as if searching for someone. "I will get her now and have her escort you to your room."
He motions me to follow him, and I comply.
"I will have her get you a blanket; your hands are cool." He looks back at me as he walks. "I wouldn't want you to catch a chill, my queen."

Something about the way he says this sends a shiver up my spine.