Frozen Untold:The Ice Protector. Beginnings

Chapter 11

The other two main periods of Elsa's depression were annual events and caused the most severe depression she ever had. They were the anniversary of her parent's death and the incident with Anna and the ice. When one of the periods came around, Elsa abolished all the luxuries that she enjoyed and returned to the way I first found her, sitting in the corner with her head in hands with the sheet of ice forming across the walls in unique patterns. In these times it still remained my job to look after her and keep the place clean. So I took over the cleaning duties that Elsa normally did until she felt able to do so again. As regards her wellbeing, I found that the best approach was to treat her as of normal like every other day. I would never force her to get up and do anything. I would always ask though in encouragement to try and get her to return to normal. For example, is I was about to do one of her favourite jobs then I would ask if she wanted to lend a hand. Sometimes doing this would be enough to salvage her form the depression zone, but not always. It only had a chance on a regular dark day and never in a depression area. When it did, she always looked up with a deep and saddened face; I would give her the double thumbs up and she would smirk and therefore commit to getting up and joining in. upon doing this, she would sometimes say "You have me wrapped right around your finger." I replied with "I try my best." However, as I said before, not all days of depression would end up like this. On a normal day of her depression with no particular anniversary causing any sway, I would ask as normal, but if I got no response I never complained, but I was simply told inside that it was going to be a long day. On the two anniversary days, there was no talking to her at all. She never was in the corner though as she never managed to gather the strength to get up out of her bed. On these days there was no hope for anything. It was like I was living alone. Fittingly, it always seemed to be raining on these days. The best way to deal with her on these days was to not make any attempt at conversation, you wouldn't get anywhere with it anyway. Instead, I showed that I was there through actions not words. I always managed to cook up an extra treat for her along with her usual dinner each time these days came around. It was my attempt to lighten her spirits for the following days after which were too days she was depressed. It was either something such as a chocolate bar or trifle alongside a quiche main. Her favourite food was egg in any shape or form. Any day that she was down or depressed, she got an egg. And any time the kitchen had no spare eggs to give me; the hens in the castle yard met the mallet.