Thawing of a Frozen Heart

Chapter Seven: Elsa

"Where is it!" She shouted throwing two more books at the wall beside her. She was getting nowhere, despite the amount of time she was cursed with, she hasn't been able to accomplish anything. It was frustrating, each time she was convinced she made a step forward she ended up taking three steps back. The book she found from a couple of weeks ago was written in a language she didn't know of. However, she recalls seeing the same print in another book here in the same library. The language should be her main focus as of now because it would make it that much easier to be able to find something useful. But, she was not focused on that much yet. Elsa remembered he father giving her a book similar to this one. If she could find that same book maybe it could be of some use and help reveal as to what information this new one contains. She has checked every book on every shelve in the library but she hasn't discovered anything yet. She threw two more books from the shelve at the wall. "Where is it! Where is it!" She kept yelling. Her voice was loud and frightened, very un-queen-like of her. Standing before the mess she made she steps in front of the wall and starts slamming her fists onto the hard surface. "Where is it!" She shouted one last time before falling onto her knees. A guard rushing through the doors and to her side. "Your majesty, are you alright?" He was so concerned Elsa was almost embarrassed about how she might appear. "Yes." She huffed taking his hand and standing back up. Before he could say anything the queen cleared her throat and regained her posture. "Why have you left your post? I made it clear that I needed you behind the door. Get out." He looked taken back but bowed before leaving. She didn't want to be disrespectful, but if she hadn't she was sure he would have tried to interfere. Elsa could not have risked that. She needed to be alone for this. When he was gone she let out the breathe she was holding, her face was no longer tight and stern as she displayed for the guard. She noticed slight damage on the wall from where the books made contact. She gathered the books into a pile on the floor and stepped towards the wall. Her hands pressed gently on the torn wallpaper when she felt the wall shift from beneath her finger tips. At first she was taken back, but the curiosity got the best of her and she tried again this time using all of her body weight as pressure. The wall moved inwards opening a small door like passage way. Without hesitation of any sort, the queen stepped through causing the secret door to shut behind her. It was dark but as soon as Elsa took a step the room lit up unveiling a smaller office with its own stash of books. Great, she thought, more things to search through. She took a seat at the empty desk where old paper work was scattered all over. There weren't any documents of which she recognized,nothing worth the time of day, but it was in her fathers handwriting. The lead was smeared it was hardly readable in the light provided but that is how she knew it was her fathers things. She opened all the drawers only to find a single key. No books, no journals, no notebooks that could possible be of some use. From the outside of the wall her name was being shouted. So she took the key and hurried back into the library. Her guards found her in the back of the library completely oblivious to her new discovery. "Your majesty, there you are. We have word of an intruder." Elsa later was told that Olaf had caught sighting of a stranger breaking an entering into her bedroom during the night. Despite there being no real prove the guards were ordered to search the entire castle. It was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, so the queen disregarded Olaf's accusations, because if there really was an intruder, anyone even Olaf, would have the right sense in mind to alert the guards at the moment of the scene. She locked herself in her office and pulled out the key she found. Elsa looked through the office trying to find the lock to the key. If the key belonged to her father, whatever he was hiding was surely to be in the place he always seemed to spend his time at. Later that night Elsa walked away from her investigation and took a break. Her head was tired of thinking and reading by the time she sat outside in a balcony chair. Megan brought her a much needed beverage that was to help her relax. With a soft blow of her chilly breath the drink in her hand was the temperature she desired. It took a single but desperately long sip for her to finish the red wine. She closed her eyes and felt the light of the moon kiss her pale skin. As she fell asleep she thought about all the things she did not know about her father. First, the secret office, and then the key. All her life her father was a family man. He was an excellent ruler and father. He was never one to be dishonest with anyone especially with her. So how come he never told her about either of the two? What was he hiding, and if by any chance, could it have to do with what she is looking for?

[Does anyone hate me for the long wait? No, maybe? I am sorry but I have returned. Hopefully, I have enough for another update very soon. Until then, please vote or comment. I'd love to hear any thoughts about this so far.]