❝𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜?❞
𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 Crystal Winter Frost's parents suddenly disappear, she travels to Arendelle to find solace with her cousin Alanna, all the w...
She gives a soft murmur in response. "It's too early."
"Crystal, look outside!"
"Go back to sleep, Alanna." The young girl dressed in blue groans into her pillow.
"But the sky's awake—so I'm awake! We have to play," Alanna whispers. She nudges the sleeping figure beside her, strawberry-blonde pigtails swinging around excitedly.
Crystal opens one eye to look at Alanna's puppy-dog eyes. "Fine," the seven-year-old sighs. "One hour only."
Alanna pumps her fist in the air. "Can you make it snow in here like yesterday?"
The girls sigh at the fond memories of the annual Summer Snow Day, courtesy of Crystal's mother, Elsa, to commemorate the restoration of Arendelle after a tumultuous adventure with Alanna's mother, Queen Anna, many years ago.
"I have a better idea," A mischievous glint creeps into Crystal's eye. "How about we go to the Grand Ballroom? We can make our own winter wonderland there."
Alanna jumps up and down on the bed, nodding enthusiastically. "Freeze this first so it can become my fairy wand!" She grabs a quill off the desk.
The girl watches in amazement. Her cousin touches the quill, and a layer of frost creeps up the side of the pen, covering it in intricate designs of enlarged snowflakes and ferns. It is a delicate balance of powers, a gift woven together by two powerful forces of ice and snow, blessed by Mother Nature herself, and infused with immeasurable love.
Soon, the quill resembles an icicle. Crystal proudly hands her creation to Alanna.
"Ouch!" The poor girl almost drops and shatters it. "It's cold." Alanna brushes her hand on her nightgown, and readjusts her hold on her new 'wand'. "Now let's go play!"
Giggling, Crystal follows her to the Grand Ballroom, leaving a trail of icy footprints on the wooden floor. Soon, the corridor is engulfed in a translucent glaze.
All is quiet in the castle. Another starless night graces Arendelle, and the ever-silent moon watches the children as they trek through the halls. A flurry of clouds passes in the sky, and the moon seems to sigh as ice creeps up the paintings on the walls.
Destiny awaits, the moon whispers. Destiny awaits, young ones.
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