Elsa hugged me as did Bulda and Olaf, but after the congratulations Elsa regained her composure.
"I am happy for you Anna, for both of you. But it does not change the fact I am leaving." she said.
"But Elsa, you don't even know if he is alive. Or anything about him. You don't even know his first name, or even what he looks like."
"There is always a way. If your not going to help me Anna-"
"That's not what I was going to say!" I interrupted.
Kristoff rubbed my shoulders trying to relax me. I was getting way too excited. Elsa sighed and moved towards the window. When she was upset she'd look out and think to herself. I thought of ways to keep her here in Arendelle but I knew I couldn't stop her. The least i could do was help her. Suddenly I had an idea. Our mother had always kept a journal of sorts, if she really was the Isabelle then maybe she had written about her encounter with Frost. i jumped up and rushed to Elsa, telling her my thoughts. That brought a smile to her face and the next thing I knew, we were running to our parents old bedroom. We opened the door revealing the dark unused room. Our parent's portrait still hung on the far wall, and their were little family portraits scattered around it. Their bed was made and their clothes still hung in the large closet. Momma's perfume bottles were still opened and Poppa's reading glasses were sitting on the bedside table.
We took a moment to remember them, Elsa sat on the bed holding his glasses. Kristoff went out to give us a minute. I guess Bulda had decided to tell the rest of the family, so he went with her. After awhile we opened the extra closet where lots of chests and boxes were kept. Usually there was just old unopened presents and hat boxes, we found Momma' s chests, began to look through them. There was her wedding dress, their photos, the marriage papers and more memories. There were outfits when Elsa and I were just babies and also more pictures. I moved over to another chest pushed back against the far wall. It was heavy and I couldn't pull it out. I popped open the lid and found dozens and dozens of old leather bound journals.
"Elsa I found them!" I called
She hurried over to me and we pulled out the journals. The armfuls we could hold were carried over to the bed. After flipping through through the ones from her childhood we found the ones of her years complaining of marriage. I opened the first one that was titled Winter to Remember.
"Are you sure you want to read this?" I asked her.
"I have to know. Nothing will stop me now." she said determined.
I nodded and we flipped open the first journal.