Elsa woke up, feeling a bit sick. She knew she had ate too much cake... A walk always made her feel better. She wondered how Danny was doing. She missed him. He was really mad at the world... He really shut himself away.
Sighing, she put on a coat and walked out of her room and walked into the gardens. She could see faint images of her three children playing there. A tear fell down Elsa's cheeks... It was all her fault... Her stupid powers... Only if she was just a normal person...
She walked around the garden. But she stopped when she spotted an open window. Elsa gasped when she noticed which room's window it was. Danny's room... Elsa ran as fast as she could into the castle and into Danny's room. The door was open.
She gasped when she saw her son's tidy room. No one was there. And on ground, there were broken pieces of glass and three pictures underneath them. Elsa fell down on the ground and stared at those pictures.
They were pictures of the past. Did Danny want to forget about the past? He was gone... That meant he had ran away.
The wind howled in Danny's ears as he pulled himself through the blizzard on the mountainside.
His head felt numb, if that was even possible. He had so many thoughts it was hard to keep a track of anything recently. His eyes flickered as he remembered what he was leaving behind.
His bit his teeth down hard. Partly because of the freezing temperature, partly because of the want for someone to help him through.
"N-No. You're not the young boy you used to be Danny," he told himself.
He came across a small opening in the side of the mountain. It looked dry and sheltered.
It didn't matter really, he was used to the cold. Well he liked to think he was. He perched on a small rock and changed into some dry clothes and drank some soup from a flask he had gotten for his eighth birthday.
Picking up the book entitled Secrets of Heroes, the young prince was unaware as a small piece of paper Floated out from between the pages.
Noticing the paper, Danny grabbed it before it fell to the damp ground.
His chest tightened as he saw yet another photo. This time of his little sister. Eleanor.
El was the only one he felt bad about leaving behind. He had loved her and she had been a good sister to him. He realised how they were hurting her, by fighting. She was confused, scared and alone.
"She has Dylan.." He sighed, putting the paper neatly into his bag.
Danny rolled out some bedding and took out a blanket. It wasn't very big and was very thin, but it would have to do.
As he slept, Danny thought hard about what he was doing.
He had already done this many times and now he was almost certain about his choice.
He had chosen to forget the past.