No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. Our eyes were inseparable. Just looking into his eyes made me feel something I hadn’t felt for years.
I felt like I belonged.
“Who could that..” I began to murmur before my lips drooped in mid sentence. His eyes were telling me that I didn’t need to know who was calling my name.
“Who are you?” I asked shakily.
His eyes flashed back to blue all of a sudden and I felt something I hadn’t ever felt before.
I squinted my eyes at the piercing light. Slowly opening my eyes, I slowly saw my surroundings readjust.
“Elsa!” a voice cried. Looking right above me was the little blonde boy from before. He fell to his knees and began crying.
“What’s the matter?” I cooed softly as I placed my hand on his shoulder. I could feel his little body trembling beneath my hand. Looking around, I now saw that all the other seven kids were standing around me. A small little girl with brown hair and big blue eyes broke the silence.
“Queen Elsa we thought you were dead” she said quietly.
Looking around more closely now, I now realised that they all had tears in their eyes. Sitting myself up, I beckoned with my hands for the kids to come. In less then a second they all bombarded me and started to sob.
“Whatever is the matter?” I asked quizzically whilst embracing them all. The little girl raised her head and said
“We all had a dream”.
“Was it a nightmare?” I asked. She nodded in response.
“Then why are you all crying then?” I asked.
I mean even if one kid had a nightmare, it was rare enough for it to affect all of them.
“We all had the same dream” the little girl replied.
Looking at each one of their faces, I saw that they were all looking down at the floor ashamed. It was hard to believe that they all had the same dream but their faces were full of sadness. Maybe they dreamt about something similar.
“What was the dream about?” I asked laughing a little as I looked at them all.
The children had breakfast soon after but none of them had an appetite. I couldn’t blame them. I didn’t either. Walking them to the front door I smiled thinly as we all held hands. “Thank you Queen Elsa” they all said before leaving. Running towards the open gates towards their parents I felt my chest tighten. The parents all embraced their children and waved appreciation. Waving back at the parents with a fixed smile, I saw them turn and leave. I slowly turned around and began to make my way into the halls. Taking a right turn, I looked at the paintings that decorated the walls. I looked at them blankly as I walked along the hall. What did the children mean? It couldn’t be true… could it? Walking a little quicker now, I reached the staircase and bolted upwards. I got off at the second level and turned to find the door. Running towards it now, I grabbed the doorknob and swung it open.
I had not been in this room for a very long time since it had brought back painful memories, but it looked like I had to check now. The bed was the same. The walls were the same. Everything was the same. The broken pieces of toys and books were still were where I had last seen them. Stopping right after entering, I began to catch my breath. I turned and closed the door behind me. I walked up to the photograph that I used to see every single day. My mother and father stood next to a throne tall and proud. Looking at my fathers photo always reminded me of Anna. Back when I couldn’t talk to her, I would look at my father and imagine the conversations and situations that we would bump into. They looked so alike. They also had the same fiery hair, which I was always envious of. Turning my gaze upon my mum, I smiled a bit feeling my chest feel a bit of relief. The citizens of Arendelle always said I looked just like my mother. Everything except for the hair that is. It’s not like I could help it though. You know, with the curse and all. It felt comforting but at the same time scary as I looked at both of my parents smiling and knowing in the back of my mind that they were now dead. I had to come here after what I had heard since this was the only room in the house that I felt I could feel connected and not alone. Maybe the loneliness from all the years of isolation had grown on me, but I doubted that I would ever truly understand it. Looking down at the desk in front of me, I felt reassured as I spotted the two sceptres and two orbs. One set was wood and the other was gold. Picking up the wood orb and sceptre, I felt the cool, damp wood. I had to train for the day that I would become queen, so before anyone knew my secret my father used to make me repeat the quote “conceal, don’t feel, don’t let it show”. I would hold the sceptre and orb for approximately five minutes and had to focus solely on not letting my powers show. It was to prepare for “coronation day” but in the end, everything went wrong.
Bouncing both objects playfully in my hands, I placed them back down on the desk. Reaching down for the gold sceptre and orb, I grasped them and raised them in front of me. Looking at how my father held the sacred items, I adjusted them accordingly and smiled as I kept focus. I remember the first time I had held these two items and hesitated from holding them with my bare hands. I was a lot more different now though. Smiling to myself, I then began to furrow my brow as I felt the orb and sceptre grow colder. Looking down, I now saw that both the items were freezing up. But something felt strange. Now that I had much more control then before, I could now tell if it was: A) items reacting to my touch unknowingly or B) me purposely using my energy into freezing. What I was feeling now was the power drain out from my fingertips. I couldn’t let go. Straining my eyes at my hands, my body began to shake.
Was I about to lose it once again?
What was happening to me?
Why can’t I let go?
All of a sudden it hit me. Closing my eyes slowly I began clearing my throat. Anna had given my a little bit of advice, but I had also learnt a bit before hand on how to get my powers stable. I took in a small, sharp breath before singing:
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
As I finished the last verse, I felt the sceptre and orb continue to freeze. My body had now stopped shaking and I now felt like I didn’t have to push away the items. I had come up with a song without being quite aware that I was in fact singing at all since all I was focused on was letting go. Ever since I had let go, the song that I had in spontaneously sung on the mountain had now become, in a sense a remedy for me to let go and take control of the situation. I looked down and now saw that the orb and sceptre had shattered into pieces. My hands were as stiff as rock, which I now realised explained why I hadn’t felt the gold shatter. I could tell that by now I had lost nearly all my power in what seemed like an eternity. I felt my knees give way and looked down warily. I saw the shards of gold and diamond glisten in the sun as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Before I could stop myself, I toppled down and fell. Looking down warily, I blinked slowly as my eyes drifted in and out of focus. Before I could steady myself for the impact everything went black.