My Angel of Music

Yellow Lilacs

"Alright, Meg.  This is it!"  I exclaimed as I finished her hair.  I stepped back to marvel at my masterpiece.  Her usually straight hair was now curled to complete perfection and flowed like golden tidal waves down her pale shoulders.  Part of her hair was tied back in a classic french twist, while strands hung in her glowing face.  I smiled as she looked in the mirror.  She squealed and held her cheeks in her hands.  "Oh, Christine, I look beautiful!"  She giggled.  I laughed in agreement.  "Tis true, my lady!"  The nearby maid couldn't help but add on.

"Now for the dress!"  I whispered excitedy.  Meg nodded vigorusly.  The maid swooped in the closet like a hawk, and brought out the lace gown.

Meg stared at  it, wide eyed and innocent.  Her blue eyes sparkled like the ocean on a sunny day.  I smiled at the purity and joy in her eyes.  The maid helped her undress, and with Meg giggling, helped her into the white gown.  I had never seen my little Meg so happy.  She twirled for me, a big grin on her lips.  The dress swung out in the man-made wind, and she giggled at the effect.  I laughed softly.  "Meg, don't!"  I cried, though my giggled hid the scowl in my tone.  "You'll ruin your hair."  I tried again.  With a final laugh, she stopped twirling and gripped a wooden chair for support.  I laughed as she tried to regain focus from her dizzy haze.

"That's what you get."  I whispered.  She looked up at me, a mock scowl on her face.  A knock on the door interrupted our joking.  We both twirled around to face the intruder.  It was a shy young maid peeking through the door, her face a mask of purity and nervousness.  "Madame....Master Erik says he needs your assistence."  She stuttered.  I smiled at her and nodded before turning back to face Meg.  She smiled at me sadly.  Tears brimmed in her eyes, and I knew she was thinking about her mother.  I pulled her fragile frame into a warm embrace.  My hands held her thin back to me, and hers wrapped around my neck.

"Your mother would be so proud of you, Meg."  I whispered in her ear.  I felt a drop of wetness fall onto my shoulders before she quickly pulled away.  She wiped at her eyes and looked away.  "Of course, yes.  That was silly of me.  Go on, Christine.  I'll be fine here."  She shrugged off her tears and shooed me out the door.

I strode through my bedroom door, prepared to find Erik struggling with Annabel or searching for his caravet, but found no one.  I looked around and searched the water room, but to no avail.  "Erik?'  I called quietly.  No reply.  I shrugged, and went to Annabel's room.  No one there.  And then I heard a faint cry from Elsa's room.  The attic.  I sighed and began the long task of creeping up the stairs, careful not to make a sound in fear that the servants would hear me.  

Finally, I reached the locked door.  At least it was supposed to be locked.  But when I twisted the handle, it swung open.  I quickly glanced into the room, and saw Erik holding a bundle in his arms.  I was too shocked to smile at the sight.  I rushed in and went to his side.   I looked at Elsa, in his arms, to make sure she was okay, and was relieved to find she was.  I threw a questioning glance at Erik.  Why was he holding her?

He saw my confusion and looked away.  I raised my eyebrows.  "I....She wouldn't stop crying."  He scoffed.  I smiled inwardly and put a hand on his shoulder.  "See?  She isn't that bad."  I whispered.  He looked at me for a secound, his eyes neutral but kind.  But just like that, he was done.  He hurridley handed her over to me and strode to the door.  He turned back to me and leaned on the door frame.  "Do something to shut her up.  We don't want her attracting attention."  He snapped.  I sighed and placed the now sleeping baby back in the crib.  A single candle was lit in the corner, probably by Erik.  I smiled at it.  He had done something nice for her.  Maybe his heart of ice was melting.  Just a bit?

***

Yellow lilacs lined the aisle of green grass and chairs.  It was a nice day to have a wedding, and the setting was perfect.  The wedding was being held on our land, by the small lake, to my dismay.  I really hated that lake ever since the night Luke and Erik told us scary stories in the boat.  It alway made me shiver thinking about it.