The Coronation

Arendelle was in a flurry of excitement- the whole kingdom was abuzz! The citizens were bustling around, thickening the air with gossip rumors, and wonderings. People were standing at the castle gates, having camped there for days on end, wanting to witness the events that would unfold in a manner of hours. For today was no ordinary day. It was the day of the coronation.

"Mama, I'm tired. We've been standing here for hours on end!" Protested a cranky little peasant girl. She was not at all thrilled to have been woken up at 5:00 AM and get dragged down to the hot, stuffy, castle gates.

"Why do I have to wear this" She continued. The ridiculous outfit that he had been forced to don, added to the crowded, jam-packed atmosphere was making him feel incredibly hot and stuffy.

"Because, my dear" Said her father, patiently.

"The King, has finally come of age!"

"That's not my fault!" Whined the girl. Why on earth was she being punished for the King's coming of age to wake up from her nice little bed, put on this stupid dress, and go wait up at the castle gates, squashed between a million people!

But everybody else was excited. Today was the day that Prince Eli was going to be crowned King! What would he be like? Nobody had seen so much as a glimpse of him for so many years. Some villagers could barely remember seeing an eight year old boy with white-blond hair shyly peering out of the King and the Queen's carriage whenever they came to town, to deal with the trade partners or to honor a celebration. But that was a long long LONG time ago! What did he look like now? What was he like? Nobody had known anything about him! This coronation was the only proof they had received in a long time that he even existed! The citizens nerves were on edge. Every touch, taste or site, experienced was maximized. They felt as though their nervous systems had been tuned to "Maximum overdrive". Everybody, from lords to the poorest peasants had parked at the gates hoping to get a glimpse of their soon-to-be-king

However, there was one person who had as much regard for the whole ceremony as the sulky peasant girl. That was Kristin. She was a collier who lived in the mountains. Long, long ago, the mountains of Arendelle had been active volcanoes, hostile and unpredictable as a woman on her any second, without any warning, they could erupt scalding hot lava, blanketing all the surrounding land within a fifty-kilometer radius.

But the volcanoes had been dormant for years and when the frightened citizens finally gathered enough courage to enter the mountains (a courage obtained by pooling and sharing) they had discovered an abundance of top-quality coal nestled within the hearts of the mountains. And like a phoenix out of the ashes, the coal-mining trade was born! Arendelle's coal was famous for it's long lasting, and abundance of heat. The fires spawned from them could keep your cottage warm for days on end without ever having to add kindling! And even after generations of cal mining, the mountains were still filled to the brim with coal! So it was no wonder that coal-mining was Arendelle's chief export.

But today, almost all of the coal miners had taken a holiday. They knew that they would have to break their backs in compensation for the following weeks, but they didn't care. It was coronation day! That didn't happen annually now!

But Kristin was not going to witness the coronation. She had a job to do and she wasn't going to rest until it was done! As the only female coal miner in all of Arendelle, she had a lot to prove to her sexist co-workers and wasn't going to give them any excuse to have a go at her.

Who cared about the coronation? She didn't concern herself with "slope" affairs (her private name for the goings on in Arendelle) She spent most of her time living in the mountains. She had only come down on the coronation day out of pure coincidence. She had other business of her own.

"Hmmph!" Grunted a voice between her.

Kristin laughed as she turned around to face her Reindeer doe, Svetlana, one of the few living things that she held dear to her (pardon the pun)

"Give me a snack!" She added in a low, comical voice. Ever since she had been young, Kristin had a habit of talking for Svetlana. She felt that she didn't need to, considering that the two had long overcome the barrier of words in order to communicate. Still, she felt as though pretending that Svetlana could talk put her on equal footing with her. She didn't like the idea of her being the doe's mistress. She preferred to consider them partners. And partners have equal footing.

"A-a-aaah" Kristin taunted, removing a carrot from the sack that she'd newly purchased and waving it above her head.

"What's the magic wo-o-rrd?"

Svetlana seemed to be to occupied with consuming the carrot to observe the niceties.

"A-a-ah-share" Kristin voiced humorously as the reindeer doe chomped off an end of the carrot.

"I was thinking more along the lines of please" She laughed before chomping off another bite of the carrot herself.

"Come on girl" She remarked, beckoning the reindeer to follow her.

"Let's blow this joint!"

Meanwhile, a bosomy, elderly lady in a dress that looked like an elaborate wedding cake, with an equally outrageous hairdo, twice her body mass (and this was saying something considering that her backside was so large that it gave her thrice the amount of personal space of anybody else in the vicinity had)beamed up at the gates of Arendelle and showed her teeth.

"Ah, Arendelle, our mysterious trade partner" She crooned in a horsey voice.

"Open those gates so that I may unlock your riches and exploit your secrets"

She then emitted what she probably thought was a girlish giggle (But in all honesty sounded like a whinny to her bodyguards) and covered her taut mouth (as well as the rest of her face)with an enormous satin fan

"Oh, dear me" She simpered

"Was that out loud?"

Behind the ridiculous dowager sat two gristled, nearly toothless crones prattling away, amiably.

"I never thought I'd live to feast me eyes on the new king" croaked one of them.

" 'Ard to believe 'e's all grown up now" shrilled her companion.

"Seems almost yesterday 'im and 'is brother were wee' lads in their mum's laps!" creaked the first speaker.

"No un's seen a glimpse of either' in nea'ly thir'een years!"

"Won'er wot they look like do ye? Fancy becomin' Queen of Aren'elle are ye?"

"Shu' it, ye poivy ol' hag"

"Still won'er wot they look loike"

"I be' they're strong, fine 'ansome figures of men"

"Aye to tha' sissy. I bet they got the regal 'ness of their father"

"Agree that they both be' migh'y 'ansome?"

"Ag-reed!"