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The cackling fire lit the dark room. Rain tapped on the long, narrow window. Long shelves of ancient books were placed in the dusty corners and a thick carpet of light red was spread across the floor. A man was standing near the fire, facing the amber flames. He was tall and muscular and was rather handsome, with his strong jaw lines and thin, slightly smirking lips. His clothes were simple, all matched into different kinds of blue. In his hand was a glass of blood red wine, untouched. He stared into the burning wood like a statue.
Whoosh
The door swung opened. A short blonde man, with crooked nose and watery blue eyes came running in, his emerald cloak trailing behind him. He closed the door behind him and scurried to the window to drape the velvet red curtains. The constant sound of rain softened.
The raven haired didn't even bother to turn around while the blonde caught his breath.
"They have a daughter." He breathed out.
"Of course they do."
"No, there's a hidden first born-"
"I know Gustav, I have eyes and ears." He said in a flat tone. The man named Gustav gulped.
"But the plans m 'lord. They'll never work unless…" He faltered.
"Unless?" He asked, light smile on his face.
Gustav shuffled, not able to answer. The other man laughed hoarsely.
"Oh Gustav, will you ever learn."
Then his laughter died into silence. His laughing face grew stiff. A thunder growled from outside. His hand holding the wine let go. The glass crashed onto the floor, shattering into pieces. The wine began to slowly soak the carpet into deeper shades of red. Gustav flinched. A hand attacked his thin throat. The man choked him against the wall. Their faces were inches away from each other.
"She is but a child. She knows nothing." He growled. "Kill her. Kill her before anything can happen." His voice was low, but dangerous.
"Yes sir." Gustav gaped out.
With this, he was released. He fell to the floor, gasping, his face deep man glared down at him coldly.
"Now go!" He yelled. The blonde scrambled out of the room.
The room fell quiet once more. The man went back to looking at the fire.
His silver eyes caught its light. They sparked brightly. The way the eyes of a wolf spark when it find its prey.
'Daughter'
That's what they said; Daughter
Elsa repeated, this time, out loud.
"Daughter" Her voice cracked.
This man and woman in front of her, they called her that.
"Yes "The woman whispered. Her hand brushed her cheek, frozen from the tears. The man laid a hand on her shoulders.
"Elsa, you're the first born. You're the heir"
Elsa closed her eyes. The story they just told of her life for the past few minutes swirled in her head, making her dizzy. She opened her mouth.
"How can I be the heir when I can't control this?" She lifted her chains up. "I'm dangerous, to everybody."
"Take away the cuffs." The man demanded. The guards obeyed, clicking off the metal from her hands. The woman handed her a dark blue clothing. Elsa received it.
It was a pair of gloves.
Trembling slightly, she pulled it on. The cloth covered up to her elbows. She felt trapped, prisoned. But she kept quiet. The couple gave her a reassuring look.
She was then led to her chamber by a maid. She hardly knew where she was going, for her head was spinning and her heart was about to burst out. She closed her eyes for a second and opened them. She found herself cleaned and changed into a new dress of cobalt and black. Her hair was brushed and tied into a tight bun. The girl was standing behind her, her head bowed politely.
"You're excused." Elsa said formally, remembering the style of the royalties talking in the books she read. The girl did a little courtesy and left.
Elsa looked at the full length mirror in front of her. Her head spun back into her 18 years with Gerda.
The woman she thought was her mother seemed to flash across the glass. The familiar houses and streets appeared, followed by Emma, running towards her, smiling hugely. Then there was the forest with its welcoming trees. Then there was Jack.
Her visions stopped at this.
He walked inside the mirror, a playful grin hanging on his lips.
But they are all memories.
Jack disappeared as her mind went reeling back to the truth. She let out a cracked sob and fell to the floor.
Everything crashed together; the reality and the memories. It was too much to take.
She needed to escape. She wanted it to stop.
"Don't feel." She told herself. "Conceal…"
She stood up to face her reflection. A graceful girl, strained and regal, looked back at her.
She wasn't Elsa Snow. Now, she was Elsa of Arendelle, the firstborn of the King and Queen, the heir to the throne.
"Don't feel"
Sorry for the short chapter and (As always)Thank you! XOXO