Snow & Tricks [Discontinued]

Chapter 2

"Elsa please stop moping, it's not a good look on you." Giggled Anna as she covered her mouth to stop herself from having her giggles heard by her sister.

"Well what else am I supposed to do?" Elsa asks, slowly slouching into her sit.

"Well you could alway ask your sweet prince for help." Anna said not exactly knowing who that was.

"...Wait what?" Elsa jolted up from the position she was sitting in. "M-my sweet prince?" She stuttered looking at her sister puzzled.

"I don't know, I just remember you mentioning that you had this crush on this person you called your sweet prince." She shrugged.

"Yes, I did but they were  all in my head and just dreams." Elsa told her, a light blush forming on her cheeks.

"Dreams that you said felt real." Anna said blankly.

"I was four, and you weren't even born yet. Besides imagination comes regularly to children at that age." She said, standing up from the chair to properly face her sister.

"Well, I was just saying by the way you explained your dreams to when we were younger. I felt like I was there, like the one when you last saw him you said you whispered something to me while I was still in mum." Anna told her, while walking off to the bookshelves and picking up random books and skimming through them.

Elsa couldn't help but sigh as she remembered those dreams she kept locked in her mind trying to shake the feeling that they were just dreams she made up because she was lonely.

"Hey Elsa?" Anna said as she looked up from the book she was reading, a shocked expression was painted on her face.

"What is it now?" Elsa said a little annoyed.

"You might want to read this." Anna gave the book she reading to Elsa, who reluctantly took the book.

"This is mothers journal..." Elsa said as she examined the book given to her, she then started reading it and stopped on a page that somehow described one her dreams of how she met Loki. "H-how...?" Was the only thing she said, wides eyed.

"I don't know." Anna shrugged.

"Why would mother have this written? Unless, no it can't be their were just dreams, weren't they?" Elsa said in disbelief.

"Well like I said I don't really understand it either Elsa. So I'll just leave you to figure it out." Anna said as she left the library, concern on her face as she took one last look at her sister.

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"Oh come now Loki, I know you don't mean that." Freya said, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder.

"But we're just so different, I just don't see it sometimes." He sighed, looking down.

"Well you're going to be like this I guess I don't have a choice." She said tightening her grasp on he shoulder.

"What choice mother?" Loki looked quizzed at her.

"To tell you of your friend." She told him

"Friend what friend?" He said confusion in his voice.

"You remember when you were young and you had those dreams of a princess named Elsa?"

"Yes I remember them, but that's all they were dreams mother." He told her with a stern look.

"No, no they weren't. Your father made you two forget about each other and make you focus on what's important." She says placing her other hand on his shoulder and looking him in the eye.

"So what you're trying to say is that all those dreams I had with Elsa were real and father made us forget and made the memories feel more like dreams?" He tilts his head, trying to comprehend what he was just told.

Freya didn't say much, she only nodded as her sons shocked expression came to view.

"Why would father do such a thing?" He asked tears starting to form.

"I-I don't know." She told him a hint of sadness in her voice.

"I'm going to find her." He said as he started to make his way to the rainbow bridge.

Before Freya could say anything, he was gone. "Be safe my son." She silently said to herself.
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Reading her mothers journal Elsa felt a tear roll down her cheek as she read the passages containing her times with a boy named Loki or her Sweet Prince. "Why is it I don't remember any of these?" She mumbled closing the book and clutching it close to her chest as tears came down her cheeks and slowly made their way down to the book in her hands. "These were never dreams they were real, I..." she sniffled as she wiped some of her tears away, "I need to find him." She said standing up, placing the book on the chair she has been sitting in for last hour or so.