Stories I Will Never Write

Cinderelsa and the Slipper of Ice

Summary:

Elsa's parents died a long time ago and now she must live with her mean step-mother and step-sister, Anna. She also has to deal with Anna's boyfriend, Kristoff.
Elsa has accepted that her life will be forever miserable until she finds a letter from her parents and starts to discover the powers she never knew she had. The Royal Ball is approaching and Elsa is determined to attend it.
Will she have a chance to meet the thirteenth prince of the Southern Isles and leave her home forever?

Chapter 1:

My father always told me that a dream was a wish the heart made.

So far, it's true. All I've dreamed is that my parents were alive again and that I was away from this horrid place.

Horrid. Such a proper word. If I had been wearing a clean, colorful dress with no patches in it and actual nice shoes, I might have been called proper. But I have none of those. My dress was red once, an old one from my step-sister Anna. She became so fat she couldn't fit in it anymore, so I got it. The hem was ripped anyway.

A rooster interrupts my dream of my parents and I drag myself out of bed reluctantly. I wish I could stay asleep but the consequences of being lazy are greater than those of tiredness.

I smile at the sound the birds make every morning and pull my nightgown, just an old shift that's too short for me, over my head. I get dressed in my work clothes. I tie my apron on, humming an old lullaby my mother would sing to me. I find it easier to wake myself up with a good mood in the morning.

I walk out the servant's door and start singing.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen." The lullaby fits my situation well. "The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried." I don't know what was being kept in, maybe some emotion. My mother's mother's mother's mother, and her mother before her sang this to their children. "Don't let them in, don't let them see, be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know. Well, now they know!"

My mother always stopped at that part when trying to get me to sleep. The rest of the song was loud and expressive. I know the tune, but the words remain just out of reach, appearing in my dreams and disappearing when I try to grasp them.

I let the two horses and the three cows into the pasture a little ways behind the house and then walk back to do the laundry. I walk into the kitchen, carrying the basket overflowing with clothes.

"Good morning, Martha."

"Morning, Cinderelsa." She replies without turning from her task, cutting up vegetables.

I frown at the nickname given to me by Anna and step back outside. I go to get the eggs from the chickens and feed all the animals. Then Martha hands me a roll of bread and a carrot for breakfast. It's already two hours into the morning and I go to wake Anna and my stepmother up.

"Go away!" She covers her head with a fluffy pillow.

"It's time to get up." I walk to the window and throw open the curtains. I push the window open and let the breeze come in.

"Close the curtains!" she screeches.

"It's time to get up," I repeat. I leave and walk down the hall to my stepmother's room. I don't say anything, just open the curtains and the window. I start to leave when I hear her voice.

"Cinderelsa."

"Yes, ma'am?" I stop and turn around.

"Don't let Anna have breakfast in bed again. I want her to sit down at the table with me this morning."

"Yes, ma'am." I nod and walk out.

"Cinderelsa!" Anna screams. I peek my head in her room.

"Yes?"

"I want my breakfast right here in one minute."

"Your mother wants you to eat with her this morning."

"Give me my breakfast right now!" She throws a pillow at me but I easily bat it away. "Mother!" Her screams hurt my ears.

"Love, there's no need to yell." I jump at my stepmother's voice behind me. I hold the door open for her and she walks in. "Mother wants to talk to you about your friend Kristoff."

"Alright!" She practically jumps out of bed.

Stepmother turns to me. "What are you still doing here? Get out!" She makes a motion with her hands for me to move. I do. I run down the hall to the kitchen.

"Mistress wants Anna to have breakfast with her this morning. They're going to talk about Kristoff."

"That idiot of a boy? I hope she doesn't want Anna to marry him."

"Maybe he'll do us a favor and move to the opposite side of the kingdom."

"Or he'll move in here where there's more money." She hands me a tray of breakfast and I back out of the kitchen, holding the door open with my body. Surprisingly, Anna is dressed and perkier than normal.

I set the tray down and pour the orange juice. I place their plates in front of them. Stepmother has a normal sized breakfast and Anna has four pancakes, three rolls of cinnamon bread, and a plate of various fruits- perfectly cut of course.

"You really need to stop eating so much," stepmother says taking the tiniest bite of apple. "Boys like skinny girls."

"You think so?" Anna replies, eyeing her food longingly.

"Yes."

"Alright." With a sigh, she places the plate of fruit in front of her. Then she shoves the other plate off the table and onto the floor. It breaks into a few pieces and I sigh. "Cinderelsa!" She yells.

"I'm right here."

"Clean that up." She laughs.

I kneel down and place the broken pieces of plate on the tray. I try to get as much of the food as I can as well. I rush into the kitchen to get a wet rag.

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen.

I hum the tune and try for what won't be the last time to not get angry.

I sort of had no plot for this. And I'll never write it... Hence the title of this whole book. Thanks for reading. :)