Cursed Royalty

chapter five

She looked at her creation in awe, it was perfect. A real life snowman stared back at her with wide eyes, almost as if he was in disbelief of being brought to life. "Hi, I'm Olaf!"

Elsa smiled, beaming with happiness. Her favourite childhood memory of her and her sister was when they snuck out of their rooms in the middle of the night and used Elsa's powers to make piles of snow and have snowball fights, make snow angels but most importantly, make a snowman together who they decided to call Olaf. That memory helped her stay sane throughout all these years and now it was going to help her feel connected to her home.

"Hi Olaf, I'm Elsa. It's nice to meet you!" She smiled warmly at him. He squealed running closer to her, almost crashing into her legs. "Ah, you're a princess! Where are my manners? Jeez, silly me." He rambled on, pointing to her crown as he attempted to bow.

Elsa chuckled, "There's no need for that, Olaf. You're my friend and friends don't need to treat one another with such formalities."

The snowman seemed shocked, "Wow, a friend? I've never had an actual friend before. I'm so excited!" He screamed.

"Shhh! Lower your voice, Olaf. We don't want to wake up that evil bastard."

Olaf plopped down on the ground. "Hm, now I'm confused. Who's this evil bastard we're talking about? What's the backstory here?"

Elsa sighed, sitting down beside him. "It's a long story." Olaf lifted his twig shaped hands in the air and exclaimed, "It's alright, I love stories!"

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When she finished explaining everything to Olaf from start to finish, the snowman had been left mind blown. "Elsa, are you kidding me? You have an actual king that wants to marry you, I say you go for it!"

Elsa didn't blame him for not knowing what she's going through, he didn't know any better. Nobody would understand what a crappy situation she was in better than her. "No Olaf, he just said that to get on my nerves. A heartless king like him could never love someone, he's cold. Yet, all these people around him are the first ones to defend him which makes no sense to me. And not to mention, they keep telling me that I'm their last hope and I don't get how but I plan on finding out."

"Woah, this is certainly confusing."

Elsa nodded, "Tell me about it."

Olaf was gazing up at the little cloud formed over his head that would prevent him from melting into a puddle of water. "Do you think I could meet this king you're talking about?"

Elsa arched an eyebrow, "Why would you want to meet him, Olaf? I bet the minute he sees you, he'd quite literally force me to get rid of you."

The snowman shrugged, "I like to see the good in people. Maybe there's something you're not seeing, something that meets more than the eye." He suggested. "I don't believe he's that rude, that narcissistic for no reason."

Elsa carefully listened to his words and a part of her knew he was right but her hatred for the king refused her to feel any ounce of empathy for him.

"Hmm, well you are the only source of support I have here and I don't want anything happening to you. So, I'll think about it. Deal?" Elsa extended her arm.

"Deal!" Olaf agreed, shaking her hand with his twig shaped one.

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