He was half way down the hall when he heard the laughter, ..her laughter
You could tell it was her, a smaller version actually, for the pitch was softer and higher. You could tell from the sheet of nervousness underlying layers of innocent giggles, that this was no doubt, the snow queen.. or snow princess for what its worth.
Cautiously, he came closer. And closer.
From his stance he could see her, tall and frial.
Well not too tall , but as close as a twelve year old girl could be to a lady. Her hair seemed the same as he'd remembered, a mix of gold and shiny silver and snow, effortlessly pulled back in an impressive briad . It showed her face, smiling like there was no hunger in the world, and laughing every now and then when the king would tickle her chin. King John
he mused, a great king indeed.
And a good father it seemed. The first he noted he will beat him at it, being king ofcourse. But the latter hadn't quite fit in his mind,ofcourse he loves his daughters, who wouldn't love their own children? of own blood? a memory flashed by Hans' mind and put his smile to the grave. Why, everyone but his parents would.. Most men would be dedicated to the happiness of his child, except for his father. King Brutus of the southern isles' only dedication is toward his throne, how long does the old fool think he'll live ? mocked, let alone keep it.. Well maybe his dear father did care for other things, the crown prince and his three succeders .. the rest of his 'pathetic' litter, not so much.
This wasn't about his family misfortunes, it was about her's.
Hans finally understood what went wrong, John loves his daughters, and wants them safe. But it looks like he took it too far, and it was the little girls who payed the price.
"Papa what were you saying about my birthday ?" the girl asked, still breathless from all the tickling.
"I said we're having a party for you, there will be gifts and dancing and music and other kids too, of course you'll have to be there !" he gave a hesitant chuckle and drove his fingers through his golden hair "unlike the last couple of balls we heald"
even though, Elsa seemed unsatisfied, or rather unaccepting.
"Father, remember what you said?"
lock the gates
"yes, yes. But listen, this time it'll be different" he
got on his knees, and held her hand between his
"This time you'll have your gloves, that would help? right?"
limit her contact with others
Elsa looked hesitant, which she always was. But she nodded anyway, and the happiness that flooded her father was priceless. "Here" he said, handing her a pair of white gloves imbroided with golden streaks. The princesses carefully placed them on, Right then Left, and turned towards the mirror on her wall. It looked pretty, with her deep blue dress and eyes, and she clenched and unclenched her fingers, checking out it's comfort. In that moment a shot of ice bursted from her hand towards the mirror, shattering it into thousands of pieces, and left both of them gasping. Elsa looked toward her father, with trials of ice
forming beneath her feet.
"it-it's not enough ! I lose control, I'm dangerous."
she was sobbing now, and when her father tried to wipe her tears she turned her face away..make it stop
"no, don't touch me. I might hurt you"