Elsa finally completed her day's work. After earning her pay from her work place, the bakery, she set out for home and her chores from her god-awful stepmother. She left around the evening and brought a basket of goodies for her family. Rosemary ran out of the back door to greet her sister.
"Evening, Elsie!" she shouted.
"Evening Rose. How was your day? I just finished baking the cupcakes for tomorrow's ball. Oh, and I brought some of the cupcakes if you wanted to try."
"First of all, my day was quite usually the same---boring. And, Oh My God! These look delicious! You're such an amazing baker. You should teach me to bake." She took a bite into the soft, chocolate cupcake.
Elsa flipped her hair in triumph. "I am, aren't I. I'll teach you to bake after you're done with you're how-to-be-a-good-wife and etiquette lessons with Madam Corona. Is she inside? I don't want to see her, since she told everyone how much of a disgraceful daughter I am."
"Don't worry Elsie, you have me. Mother always acts like that. I'm sure she'll open up to you one day." Rosemary smiled brightly, showing her bright, white teeth.
Oh, but Elsa has been waiting for that day where her master would finally stop bossing her around like a monkey and calling her anything but ridiculous. She would show her one day how graceful and elegant she could be, but that requires a dress and a boat load of make-up---that my friends, is how you join the circus.
"Are you excited about the ball tomorrow, Elsa." Elsa snorted at this. "Mother allowed you to come this year." She dropped the dried laundry she was holding in her hands onto the floor, cursing as she quickly hurried to pick up Rapunzel's clothes.
"What do you mean by mother allowing me to come this year to the ball?" Had her stepmother-- her evil, cruel, vicious stepmother, actually allowed her to come to the ball?
"I asked her, well...I begged her, and she said yes. Apparently, it was an invitation for the whole family." Rosemary smiled again, but only frowned after seeing Elsa's face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just that...a ball would be nice, but why on Earth would I ever go. It's obvious that when a ball takes place, your parents would force you to go just to find a suitable, rich husband. I'm strong and independent and in no need of a man. Look at my rags and dirty clothes. It's obvious she wants me to know last minute without having a choice to go or not. I probably don't even have a ball gown waiting for me in my room." Just as Elsa said that, Rosemary grinned, dragging her sister inside the house.
"Oh, but that's the best part!!"
Elsa rolled her eyes and raced Rosemary to their bedroom. She entered her half blue and pink colored bedroom they share. Rosemary sat on the edge of Elsa's bed. She gave Elsa a golden box wrapped with a golden bow. She watched her intently and grinned, the way she would look at Rapunzel whenever she was rejected by a man, but in a good way for Elsa.
"It's..." Elsa couldn't quite find the right word for the gown. It was a cream-colored ball gown with few diamonds embroidered around the bottom rim of the dress and the section above her waist in a brilliant manor. The gown had translucent long sleeves, a high waistline, and a pair of silky, white gloves. She was glad that the gown was simple and not big and poofy like that of her sisters', but it will do. "I love it." Never has she owned anything so beautiful. "How much was it? Sure looks quite expensive. Are you sure mother bought it? She probably expects me to pay back the money for this, right???"
"Oh Elsa. Just relax. Mother told me to give it to you as an early birthday present, I guess, but she's expecting us all to go, and so do the King and Queen of Overland. It's the prince's 21st birthday tomorrow and we mustn't delay. Now go and change!"
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(Jelsa) Fairest
FanfictionElsa has just moved from her countryside home into the Frost Kingdom. Her parents unfortunately died in a fire, so now she must live with the Coronas. When attending a school for both royals and high class children, she befriends Mavis Dracula. Year...