Frozen with the Gloves

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"Anna?" I heard a knock on my palace doors. "Wake up, ma'am. We have important news."

I didn't need to be told to wake up at 7 in the morning. I had been awake all night long, thinking about my sister. What had she been so concerned about last night? I had come to a conclusion that it wasn't that she hated me. After all, she had said she wished that we could always be together and would be able to talk and be buddies like we were when we were little.

Something was up.

"Anna? Are you alright?" called the voice at the door.

I quickly sat up and made myself sound happy and slightly tired.

"Oh of corse! Be right there!" I lied. I would be down shortly, but I was differently not alright.

I listened closely to the footsteps fading down the stairs, and then I sighed.

I sat on the edge of my bed and threw my hands up in a yawn. Maybe this "important news" I would be hearing as soon as I got downstairs would be involved with the whole kingdom. Only meetings like that were times when Elsa would come out of her isolated jail cell and I'd actually get to visually see her face an humanly register her presence. Otherwise, she might as well had run way, cause that's how little I see her.

I was in this train of thought when I opened my bedroom window. An icy blizzard of snow and cold wind blew me back and ruffled the curtains.

It was snowing. In the middle of summer.

I ran to my closet and quickly changed out of my summer pj's an into my winter gown. This had to be important

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"She ran away."

I was downing a glass of orange juice when the palace caretaker, Pricilla, spoke those words. I spat out all the juice onto the ballroom table.

The entire palace staff had gathered in the ballroom, where some maids at folded out a long, wooden, table and pushed over some chairs. There were about 20 people sitting along the sides, all palace workers. There used to be a lot more, but when I was young, my parents cut the staff down by almost 70%. I never knew why.

My parents died when I was 5. They're boat was lost at sea. Lost, not suck. I still have a slight hope for their return, but it's faint. I don't really remember them much, but I remember my mother's kind, caring arms and my fathers bright smile that he would flash at my mother. I miss them, but I guess it's better to lose them at an age where I wouldn't remember to much about them.

Elsa missed them more. I heard her crying in her room for days. Some times, I would lay on my bed and listen to her crying, feeling awful for my sister. We were such close sisters when we were little. I don't know what happened.

My startled reaction to Elsa's disappearance wasn't much different than some of the other staff. One lady, who I think is a cook, though I'm not to sure, leaped from her chair, and ran out of the ballroom crying; her sobs echoing in the hall. Some guy's jaw dropped to the table. Most of the older cleaning ladies teared up. Those were only some of the silent responses (not that our cook's crying wasn't loud, because it differently was!). Me, on one hand, leaped from my chair (after soaking half the staff), and screamed, "WHAT?!"

Pricilla nodded in sorrow. "Right after the party, a few of the guest saw her flee the palace." said the housekeeper. "They said the strangest things..." she shook her head. "Something about walking on water, and freezing the palace!" Pricilla tried not to laugh, for our sake.

I suddenly remembered the icy breeze coming from my window this morning. "Have you looked outside?" said one of the cleaning ladies. Pricilla shook her head.

I quickly sat back down in my seat, dusting my gown off in an effort to compose myself. "It's true, the palace is frozen. Everything! Frozen! Can you believe it?" said the same cleaning lady.

"You must be kidding!" Pricilla exclaimed. "She's not." I said, "let's look out the window."

The entire group got up from their seats and headed over to one of the large, amazing ballroom windows. Pricilla led us up to the curtain, and with a sigh of disbelief, pulled it back.

The entire land scape was a frozen wasteland. The castle was completely iced over, and the mountains in the distance were frost bitten. Even the fjord, it's waters so warm and toasty in the mid summer, was covered in a think layer of ice. The staff could do nothing but gape.

Pricilla, who's expression was nothing but shock, said with a wavering voice, "all we can do is hope for the best, elsa is no match for this storm." The staff murmured in a disappointed agreement.

But I didn't agree. There was no hoping for the best. Elsa would come home. She would.

And I would make sure of that with everything I had.

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