Estelle locked herself in the room for the whole morning and afternoon, skipping breakfast and lunch. She kept thinking of what King Henrik had told her last night.
Your mother almost took away her sister's life.
Your mother had tried to kill her twice.
Your mother created Marshmallow to kill people.
Your mother cursed Arendelle.
Your mother's ice power is a curse.
She tried to convince herself that her mother was caring and she was a flawless queen, but all those evidences given by Henrik were driving away all the good impressions. Whenever she thought of her mother, the image of killing and snowstorms would flood her mind, making her suffer in agony.
There was a knock at the door.
"Estelle?"
It was Elsa, but Estelle did not want to see her mother. Unknowingly, a storm of hatred covered up her love towards the queen.
"Estelle? Are you in there? Are you alright?" Elsa's voice was soft and tender.
"I'll come out later. Just give me a couple of minutes." Estelle tried to lift her voice to show happiness, but there was still a hint of depression.
When she got out of her room, it was six in the evening. Her hollow stomach growled, but she had forgotten his hunger, disappointment had overwhelmed her physical suffer.
She saw her mother in the dining hall, waiting for her at the table.
"Good evening, Mama."
"Estelle, you must be hungry." Elsa smiled warmly. "Come here, I've made you some potato casserole."
Estelle settled down and ate a few spoonful of casserole. Elsa was watching her intently, smiling with love in her eyes. But the hatred in Estelle's soul was boiling up and roared like flames.
"Mama, did you use your ice power to kill people?"
Elsa jerked. She had not expected the conversation would start like that.
"Who told you that?"
"Did you nearly kill Aunt Anna with your power?"
"Estelle, I wish not to talk about it."
"Did you?" Estelle was agitated. "Did you strike ice into Aunt Anna's heart? Did you make Marshmallow to kill?"
"Estelle, what you've heard is not the truth." Elsa tried to reason with her.
Jonas entered the room, only finding Elsa and Estelle stood up, with frost covering the floor and the walls. The room was gloomy and cold, spikes began to grow and pointed at the queen and princess. He did not dare to make a sound, so he dazed with horror at the corner, witnessing the quarrel.
"Mama, why didn't you tell me the truth?"
"Estelle—"
"You tried to kill people, and Aunt Anna escaped from death twice, because of you."
"Estelle, this is not—"
"You're a liar."
Elsa as shocked to hear what her daughter said. When she met her daughter's desperate eyes, she was breathless, unable to speak a word. Her tongue was like swollen and her throat was dry, making her speechless.
"Uncle Henrik was right. You're a murderer. You curse Arendelle. And probably Grandma and Grandpa died because of you."
Flashbacks came across Elsa's mind. She remembered the day when she knew her parents died. Just because her parents were searching for a way to cure the ice magic, they died in the tempest. All those painful memories surged through her brain, and the headaches were torturing her, making her suffer from indescribable agony. The pain was far beyond description and imagination, Elsa simply could not lighten it by any means.
"I hate you."
Estelle ran towards the opened door and dashed out of the castle, trying to run away from where she had lived since born.
Jonas quickly followed her.
"Estelle! Estelle!"
Andrea, who was playing in the front yard with Louisa, looked up and saw her cousin sprinting towards the opened gates.
"Estelle, where are you going?" Andrea shouted.
Estelle did not answer. Wrath and abhorrence had beclouded her, she did not want to linger in a place that had trapped her for years.
"Your Highness!" The guards at the gates yelled and attempted to obstruct. "Your High—"
"Go away!" Estelle roared and shot out ice at the guard, making them fell at the side of the road.
As she stepped out of the gates, a large hexagonal shape of snowflake appeared underneath her foot. For once, she hesitated, but then she leapt out and ran, without looking back, leaving a thick trail of ice behind.
"Estelle! Estelle!" Andrea yelled and tried to follow her cousin, but slipped when her feet landed on the ice trail, helplessly watching Estelle disappeared into the crowd.
"Look!" Louisa pointed at the sky and gasped. "Snow…"
Snowflakes lay on Louisa's small palm, the three children gawked at the sky, then glanced at the trail of ice breathlessly.