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My life was perfect. I was the older of twins. I had a pretty name. I had a loving family. I was next in line to become princess.
Winter P.O.V.
I woke up in the morning to birds humming contently outside my window.
Another day in the castle of Arendale.
I looked out the window, and then eased it open. I sighed happily as a cool wind ruffled my sleep-mussed hair. Shaking my head to free my platinum hair from the back of my nightgown, I began to open all my curtains and made my bed, like a crown-princesses should. I ran into the bathroom, and smiled at the sight of heated water waiting for me. Slipping off my gown, I sunk into the refreshing, yet somehow disturbing heat soak into me.
"Soaking in water.
Soaking in memories.
Washing away the dirt,
of bad times
and hard ones too..." I sang softly, my throat cherishing the freedom of singing out loud.
Draining the tub, I stood, and slipped on a dress and admired it in the mirror.
It was blue , and it had ruffles down the bodice. It had crystal shaped beads sewn on it to make it sparkle every time I moved. The sleeves were thin and almost see-through. The skirt was slightly pleated, raining down in sparkles. A light blue cape dragged a few inches on the ground. I slipped on a glass like pair of slight heels, and brushed my damp hair. It was all going to be perfect. I knew it. I had my entire life planned out.
Today would be a perfect day. I would propose my way to deal with the kingdom poverty to my parents. They would love it. I would marry the son of the King of Livenburg in seven months, and then I would take over the throne. I would have three children. Alora, Chrisanthe, and George. Two girls and a boy. The next part, I would need their opinion a=on, but I still had it planned. I smiled at my reflection. I then braided my hair in the fashion, my grandmother, Queen Elsa, had made famous. I looked a lot like her, my mother says. I was still cooing over my face when I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" I called.
"Aednat." My sister laughed.
"Come in then." I responded, not thinking it was the least bit funny.
"What are you doing?" She asked, watching me finish grooming.
"Getting ready, silly." I chuckled good-naturedly.
"For what? Your marriage?" she shot.
"What make you think that?" I asked.
"Fancy." She supplied in one word.
"Look Aednat, what have you been doing?" I asked, pointing to her reflection in the huge mirror.
Her skin was slightly tanned, and standing next to me, it made me look even paler.
Her dress was very simple. It was a cream colored bodice with a green skirt, and cream pleats hanging from it. Her hair was red and stuffed into a green tie-up ribbon as usual. Her brown work boots could be seen under the hem of her dress. This was an improvement, from stable-boy outfits, I have to say.
"Dressing and riding." She shrugged.
I laughed. My sister would never change, and maybe that's how I liked it.
"Come on." I sighed, and ushered my sister out of my room and shut the door behind me. I flipped my braid over my shoulder.
"Today, I'm going to-" I began, but I got cut off when Jones, one of my father's waiters, nearly trampled me.
Worry was etched into his face.
"Princess Winter! Princess Aednat! You must come! The King and Queen! They're dead! I summoned the council! And the parliament!" The old man yelled.
"What-?" His words finally sank in.
"Dead?!" I yelled.
Shedding my pride, happiness, confidence, and royalness right then and there, I took off with a sprint, breaking a heel on a shoe, but I didn't care. I ran, with Aednat behind me. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my focus, but it didn't matter, I knew the way in my heart. I ran into my parents bedroom. And there they lay. Peaceful looking, but they weren't. I knew. They were asleep. And they would never wake up. It must've been poison. I decided. And after I decided it, I stared.
I collapsed, and cried my heart out. Aednat crouched beside me. She cried, but ressearured me. It would be okay she said. But I knew, even in this state, that it would never be.
Never, ever. Ever.
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