Gregory Island
"There are mountains to climb" father says, his hands drop the sack carrying his equipment and his eyes waver to me and my sister. His eyes stand firm on my own, he comes in for a final hug, but I instinctively step back, it would be meaningless to hug now, I forgot how that felt a long time ago and I prefer it to stay that way.
"No hug for your old man?" He forces out, his eyes full of pain and torment, just like the last seven years.
I nod emotionlessly and I look at my sister, her fingers fumble nervously, a bad habit she picked up from some boy she used to like. She avoids my gaze, something I've always let her get away with since we were children, but unlike when we were children, I don't let her this time and I speak looking directly at the bluish, grayish eyes she inherited from father unlike my own bright blue eyes, "Samantha's bags are already packed" it isn't a lie. I reach out under the table and I place the bag on her lap.
"Hanna-"
"If you don't leave, you will die here, and you will do nothing but regret. Leave Samantha. You don't belong here and you know it" I say coldly and Samantha's eyes flash with hurt, but it's nothing new. Father gives me a pained look, like he knows what I'm doing and he knows its best, Samantha will only waste away here and she knows it too.
I look at them both and I wonder for a brief miniscule moment what would happen if I told them that eversince mother died, I learned absolute control. However, I don't, my eyes stay focused on them both and I walk away, knowing I will never see them again and as expected it doesn't hurt. I haven't felt anything in a long time.
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Two years later.
Snow drizzles down on the island and I feel a brief momentous flicker in my hands. It's gone as quickly as it comes, but it was there. I look at the falling snow and I shiver slightly. I get in my house and I light the fire place and wear warmer clothes.
It doesn't hit me, until I sit down on my father's chair. It's summer. It's not supposed to be snowing. I blink uncertainly and I put my cup of tea on the wooden table. I stand up, I look at the sky through the window, and an unpleasant shiver runs down my skin.
I walk out of my house and down to the village. It's small, but it's cozy enough. A lot of inhabitants left a long while ago and only a few elderly people remain in the island. A lot of shops and main services are closed, except the local bakery and any shops that have to do with food. It's understandable, considering there are no children nor any young people except me, and since I don't come out except to sit on the porch, the elders have long forgotten about me.
My eyes trail over the village and I go to the end where there's supposed to be a shore. There isn't.
Ice. Magic.
I repeat to myself, as my eyes gaze over to the frozen sea.
Discomfort crawls under my skin seeing the lack of water and I squash it down. I look in the distance and my skin tingles, and I sigh, I guess it's time to return to Arendelle.
I walk back to my house and I change into an outfit my mother once wore in her younger days. I look at myself in the mirror, and I note the perfect resemblance to my mother. It's uncanny, and it's the reason I didn't look at my reflection, until today.
I pack a small bag full of money, spare clothes and food and I close the door. My hands linger on the wooden door and I try to remember how to feel pain, hurt or any emotion from the decision to leave my house. I don't remember. My hands leave the door and I walk away, just like my father and sister did. However, unlike them, I at least know, I will come back. I have no desires to go anywhere nor to stay in Arendelle, especially when I can just stay here in the island and go about my day however I please until I eventually die.
..
I look down on the ice and I sigh softly.
"Magic is only given to a few selective people, you are either cursed or born with it, and it's easy to let yourself be consumed by it, use it once in a while and use it in closed doors. Something's are not meant to be seen" I say word for word, my thoughts fixated on the woman who gave birth to me. She said to this me, and I will never forget.
My hands move slowly, I'm lucky the magic hasn't fully condensed, otherwise I'd be drained.
"Neigh!" voices sound underneath the ice and my hands move fluidly as a number of horses and sea animals start to bang on the ice. I form more underneath and the ice surrounding my island starts to crack. It's magical, whoever's done this is strong, but unfortunately for them, I am stronger, and the animals underneath, they've been waiting for my call for too long.
The ice cracks and it slowly starts to collapse, water starts to show underneath and I'm relieved. Much better. I climb on the horse that neighs once again and I look at my clothes, it seems spare clothes was the right call. I look at the animals and they all look at me, they don't know it, but they're waiting, waiting for the call to destroy Otohollo, another thing made of ice. I open my mouth, and my mother's voice comes back to me, to repeat the words I said a few minutes ago.
"Do not let it consume you"
And I breath. I won't. The exhilarating feeling of finally using my power seems to pour out as well. Let me not be hasty, I need to go to the Arendelle, because it seems, my mother was right. There is a fifth spirit and it just woke me up, from my slumber.