Linnea: A tale of the Snow Queen

Chapter 12, Reflections

The day the mirror came was different. I could feel it as soon as it came in the door. I went down and there it was. My reflection was clear as day. I walked right up to it and looked for an indicator of where it had come from. I touched the frame of metal and it burned me. It was as if it came from the flames of hell. The glass had just been put back in place, nothing had been touched other than that. The glass was cold like me. Hot frame with cold glass, how was it possible? Nothing made sense anymore.

After it arrived I never looked at it or touched it ever again. I had learned my lesson from the first time. I thought things were bad before, but it was about to get much worse. The mirror and I were somehow affecting Ingrid and Agnes. It was making them corrupt and wicked. I knew I had to get rid of it. Then maybe it would all stop. Maybe then we could live in peace. I knew the nightmare would be over soon. I was going to be a princess. I was going to be Filip’s wife. There was a small part of me that didn’t want to leave my home. So many memories took place here.

It would also be the first time that I would be away from my siblings. Lucas and Astrid used to depend on me. I was usually the one who made everything run smoothly. I basically taught Agnes everything when she showed up. I know they didn’t want me to leave but I had to. Maybe someday I could move them into the palace with me. Ingrid and Agnes were happy for me but at the same time a bit sour. I know that it should’ve been Ingrid instead but the prince chose me.

I will admit I wasn’t very pleased with Filip when I first met him. They said he was charming but I felt nothing at first. He had to convince me to like him. In that factor he succeeded. I loved planning our wedding. It was a flood of white, blue, and silver. My dress I would take care of. Father kept all of mother’s old things in the attic. I had never really been brave enough to go up there but one day I found the courage. I ventured into the attic and began my search.

I found several things in there and continued to search madly. I needed to find it. I looked everywhere. Then I found the trunk, the trunk of my mother’s dresses. My mother usually wore all manner of pastels as opposed to Agnes who always wore bold colored clothing. I pulled out each one with delicate precision. There were all manners of blue and pink with some light green and tons of other colors. That’s when I found it under the rest of the clothes. Her wedding dress. I specifically wanted hers so that a part of her could be there on my special day. I remember how she used to talk about it. She would tell me about hers and I would tell her what I wanted at mine. My parents would always tell me that I could have whatever I wanted at my wedding. When she died I never talked about me getting married again. Now that it was happening it was all that I could talk about.

I had been to multiple weddings and knew how they all went. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I’d get to have one. Especially a royal one. I brought the dress down to my room and laid it out on my bed made from ice. I had really opened up to using my powers. Everyone knew about them now and they loved me for it. I noticed that the dress had tears in places. It was quite old, twenty years to be exact. It took four years just to have my brother and I. Then Astrid came along when we were six. Ten years of marriage. That’s how long it lasted. She was only twenty six when she died. My parents got married when my mother was sixteen and my father was eighteen. In a way I was almost following in their footsteps. Except for the fact that I was going to outlive them by much longer. My magic would keep me and others alive as long as they were under my spell. I can control who lives and dies, but it cost me everything.