I stood in the pristine white room, looking sadly around. It had been 2 years since my parents died, and this was the first time I'd been in there since then. It brought back so many memories, and not all were happy. They'd tried so hard to help me.
"Hey," Anna said softly from behind me. "Are you okay?" I took a breath and put on a brave smile.
"Yeah," I said, turning to look at her. "I'm alright. I just need a few moments alone." Anna nodded, and, giving me a small smile, she left, closing the doors behind her. I turned back to the room and approached my mother's bedside dresser. I wanted something small, to remember her by. I gently slid the drawer open, and as I picked up a necklace of hers, I spotted a small book in the bottom of her drawer. I pulled it out gently, and opened it to the middle of the book. The pages were yellowed with age, and the writing was faint, but I recognized it as my mother's handwriting.
We have been in the Scotland for 3 days, and have found something very surprising. Well, everything is surprising. As we were walking among the villagers, an elderly woman approached us. In her arms, she held a small bundle. Upon closer look, it was revealed to be a baby. The woman told us that she was only 2 months old, and parentless. Her parents died of a fever that had claimed many lives in this village. She begged us to raise the child as our own, but never tell anyone where she came from. As we were here to help the sick village, We took the babe. She sleep in my arms as I write this. The elderly woman said that her name was Elsa, Now as I look at the baby's white blonde hair, and striking blue eyes, I can see that it is a fitting name. We leave for Arrendale now, and I wonder for the babe. Will she remember her former life? I know that I myself never remembered the first month of my life. I can only hope she won't remember, so that I can protect her.
Queen of Arrendale
I stared at the page for a moment, this new discovery not quite registering in my mind. As it did, I realized that it made sense. My powers, my looks, none of it from them. Scotland. Which village? I looked through it until I found a name. Glenelg. I had to find it. I had to find out more of my past.