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Theo slammed the door to the library behind her, her eyes burning with tears.

She kissed me…she wanted it…right? I pushed her too hard…she doesn't know…

The aftermath of her actions in Elsa's bedchamber left a dry, tacky feeling in her throat. Even now, three days after she'd left Arendelle and an exhausting trek across the mountains later, the feel of the queen's lips still lingered on hers, a cool snowflake fluttered constantly in her heart, sending chilling shivers through her at odd intervals.

Snarling in frustration, the summer host threw herself into a chair, her head in her hands.

I should have stayed…I should have explained…something came over me and I just…

Branna was infuriatingly silent, ignoring or just not caring the emotional anguish currently effecting her host. She'd had enough of human drama to last a lifetime. Several lifetimes.

Why do I care for her so much? Why is their love so apparent to me? Why do I feel it as if it's my own?

Theo pulled her hands away from her face and her eyes fell upon a large tomb of scriptures left on the table. She recognized this one. How could she not?

Desperate for anything to distract her from endlessly replaying the kiss in her mind, Theo ran loving hands over the thick leather and cracked the enormous volume open to the story she herself had transcribed when she was only fourteen…

From the writings of Theonia, 115th and final host of the fire goddess Branna.

Forbidden love: the Oracle and the Scribe

Summer was not a child of the Mother. She came from the Light Goddess, the mighty spirit who had been banished to the underworlds by the Darkness of the Night Realm. When the Light Goddess dimmed, chaos reigned in her realm. The children of the banished goddess were scattered, sent raining down in storms of fire from the skies to cover the realms.

The Mother found Branna in her garden. She took pity on the abandoned child, taking her into her arms and vowing to keep her safe.

Branna grew up under the watchful eye of her Mother, and the constant companionship of her sisters: the Twins Livet and Død, and Isen, the Mother's eldest. Even though her bond with Livet was strong, it was Isen, Winter, the Oracle with whom she connected most deeply. As time passed, Isen's vision began to fade. Her dreams grew stronger, telling her of things none had seen before even as her sight failed. She was tormented by what she Saw, even as she could see no more.

Wanting to help her ailing sister, Branna became her eyes and her compassionate ear, lending her support, encouragement, and the ability to see through another. She took up her pen and began to compose stories for her dear sister, some based on what Isen saw, others from her own imagination and distant memories of another realm.

Branna's Quill became a filter of the eldest's thoughts, a record of the visions that plagued Isen even as her sight faded. Branna had no ink, thus finding her own blood a worthy substitute for recording the wisdom she sought. So often was she taking Isen's dictation or writing something new for her that the shaft and barbs of her pen became crimson in color and her arms became riddled with scars as she drew her ink.

Over time, this partnership grew into a dependence, then flamed into something no one had anticipated. The eldest daughter of the Mother found love…in the one who did the one thing she could not…write.

Their affair was secretive and yet all who gazed upon them seemed to know. They could not help but be close to one another. If one was suffering, the other surely did as well, until they were united once again. So often did they share a bed that Branna's room grew drafty and dusty. The Mother noticed and she became troubled. She feared for her eldest, as the one she had chosen to love could not stay in this realm forever.

She went to Branna in secret and told her she was not to see Isen again, not as anything more than a sister. When Branna refused, the Mother intervened, physically keeping them apart. While they could still talk to each other, they could not touch. The fire-child Howled at the injustice of this, forever reaching for her lover but unable to touch her. Isen listened for this, unable now to both see or feel her love's presence.

Lonely and saddened at their forced separation and tormented by the memories of holding her love, Branna left the realm and traveled far, hoping her absence would change her Mother's mind and allow her to be with her beloved again. As she traveled, Branna also sought knowledge of the part of her she had never fully understood. The fire within her that the Mother of seemed to both revere and fear. Her journeys took her across several realms but always she wrote to her dear Isen. Isen had these letters read to her by Død and she held each one in a special place only she knew.

It was while crossing the realm of the Forgotten Dreams that Branna discovered her first star-brother. He was alone in the dark, struggling to fly from an abandoned battlefield where he had fallen so long ago. Here was another like her, another with that same fire inside. The memories rushed back, the knowledge that she had abandoned and forgotten her true family burning shamefully in her heart.

The Scribe put down her pen and took up a sword.

Branna rallied her brothers to her, calling to the shared fire that connected them even across the realms. They came. Across inconceivable barriers and endless distances, they flocked to the call of their youngest sister.

Together, the children of the Light Goddess crossed the divide and blazed into the underworlds to rescue their flickering mother. The Darkness tried to swallow them, to extinguish their lights one by one but they fought valiantly, their inner fires burning brighter as they drove the Darkness back. Light and darkness clashed and all the realms shuddered as the battle wore on.

In the Great Battle for the Light Goddess, Branna was struck down by the Darkness, her light dimming against its smothering power. She fell to the ground as her light faded.

Far away, Isen awoke from a dream, calling desperately for her love. It had felt so real, the piercing darkness, the fading away of everything. The dream consumed Isen and for days, she could not leave her room. No matter how many times Død knocked, Isen would not reply. She sang constantly out of her window, wishing desperately that her Song would somehow reach her wayward lover and bring her home. That somehow, her visions would be proven wrong.

When time passed and the letters stopped coming and the dreams offered her no solace from the vision of her love falling, she fell into despair.

Isen's Sorrow came then, blanketing the realm in such cold loneliness that nothing could move. Nothing could stir.

Nothing could lift it, not even the Mother's Command.

And it spread like a curse.

It crept steadily across all the realms, rendering each one still and silent, locked inside a debilitating, paralyzing cold.

Isen herself was beyond reach, numb as she was to the cold and the devastation she was spreading. All she felt was pain for the loss of the one she loved. Abandoning her vigil within her prison, she fled across the realm until she reached the Ocean. There, she lay within the great waters and her spell sealed her within them, creating an icy tomb beneath the waves. Accompanied only by her unshed tears and the crushing weight of the Lonely, she lay in wait for her lover.

All this time, her curse spread.

It snaked down to the furthest reaches of the underworlds where the remaining children of the Light Goddess struggled to keep Darkness back and free their trapped mother. It touched the Darkness, making it cry out and cower. It cornered the Light Children, trapping their feeble lights in the underworlds, the warriors too weary to fight through it.

The fight ground to a standstill, neither side able to overcome the Winter to continue their fight. The Darkness fled the cold, seeping back into the depths of the underworlds, taking its strangling power with it. The remaining star-children gathered about their mother, breathing as much life as they could spare back into her with the fires within themselves. Slowly, her flickering light grew stronger.

Thus the Light Goddess returned to the skies above the realms, throwing her power down upon the ice and snow, blazing to try to lift the cold.

She failed, for her light only bounced harmlessly off of the snows, unable to melt it or reverse the curse. Powerful as she was, she was powerless against Isen's curse. But feeble as her light was, it stirred the sleeping form of her daughter, the fallen Branna, who slept beneath the blanket of snow, weary from her wounds. She blazed to life, the fire in her heart racing across her skin, warming the air she breathed. She burst from under the snow, her form glowing with heat.

For a small area, she could indeed reverse Isen's spell. Seeing her work in the underworlds complete, Branna turned her focus towards the one she loved, stumbling across icy tundra and endless driving snows to reach the divide between worlds. Her journey took her many months but she tirelessly trekked on, the light inside of her leading her back to the Mother's Realm. To her Isen.

She descended on a warm breeze to find the tranquil face of her beloved in her icy tomb. Softly, she reached into the water, the ice melting at her touch, and stroked the face of her sister. Isen slowly fluttered awake, her blind eyes taking in nothing, but her whole form reacting to the touch of one kept so long from her. She let Branna pull her from the waters, steam rising all around them as Branna's power pierced and melted her own.

With a laugh of pure joy, they came together, bodies melding and lips meeting as their reunion struck home.

Fire blazed across the realms, thawing each one and the Lonely once again lifted from Isen's soul. So long as Branna remained at her side, never again would the Lonely claim Isen's heart.

The Mother saw this and lifted her restrictions on them. They were free to be lovers, to love one another as they wanted. For when the Mother was powerless, Branna's love had freed them all.

The two were never separated again, until the Mother banished her daughters from Her Realm and sent them to Earth, separating the Oracle from her Scribe so that they could not see their future or learn of the way back home.

Thus, Branna became the Summer, who Howled in ferocity for the unjust separation from her love. Isen became the Winter and her Song reached across time and space, calling her lover back to her as she longed to be reunited with the one who could Thaw her frozen heart.

Theo leaned back in her chair, her heavy eyes finally starting to close. Images from Branna's memory played across her fading consciousness: melting the ice on the ocean, gently pulling her love into her arms…icy blue eyes that looked at her like she'd finally found something missing…

Am I the one…to melt her frozen heart?

The snowflake within her — born in Elsa's ice palace — stilled its gentle motion as she finally slipped into sleep.