Chapter Five

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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Angela0605 firstly for requesting me to write it, which I thought was brave and sweet. :) And secondly for politely forcing me to metaphorically pick up the pen again and continue writing for all you lovely readers. So thanks :)

All she can do is try to keep everyone happy, yet she feels as if she's failing miserably. She was almost at the point where she would put her foot down and scream that she was just going to be herself, and if anyone disagreed with that, it was their problem.

Despite this, she felt quite happy currently. It was such a miracle that she was able to control her powers when Obita insulted her like that. She wished that he would teach her to control her powers when she was actually using them, though. She felt he was holding back on that one for some reason.

She hated to think it, but it seemed like he was holding something back from her. She hated being suspicious, but in her place as Queen, she needed to be to maintain control if her kingdom.

She was walking toward her bedroom currently, needing the peace and quiet it could offer her. She needed to think on some things, needed that time to herself to regain control of her wayward thoughts.

She sighed aloud, if only... If only things went as she wished them to.

Prince Eric was walking toward her, his arms swinging back and forth like pendulums on a grandfather clock. She wondered idly if it was normal for people to miss people they'd never met, like her own grandparents, who'd died tragically before she was born. Tragedy probably ran in the family, she thought morbidly.

"Are you ok, Elsa?" he frowned at her, holding his hands out as if to protect himself. Was she that scary that he felt he needed protection from her? Or maybe the rumour mill was working more effectively than she'd thought it would?

She nodded, as she didn't feel like talking right now. Whoever said silence is bliss was right.

He frowned, lowered his hands, almost reaching for her but changed his mind at the last moment. "You don't look like it. You look really sad, actually?"

She sighed, shrugged, and tried to push her way past him but he moved into her way to block her off. She kept trying to get past him, but he wouldn't let her past, eventually backing her into the wall, his big body forcing her to cower into herself to avoid contact with him, as she still hadn't put her gloves on after her meeting with Obita.

"Now tell me what's wrong?"

"Why should I?"

"Because we'll be dead in under thirty seconds."

"What!"

"At least it got your attention. Now what's wrong?"

She frowned, lowering her eyes to the floor again, finding his eyes too compelling to lie to.

"I'm fine," and she shrugged her shoulders to illustrate her point.

"No you're not. You normally look much happier than this."

She tried to smile, but figured it probably looked more like a grimace. Her face felt twisted into an unnatural expression, and judging by the answering expression on Eric's face, it definitely wasn't attractive. He placed his hands on her shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes, which quite frankly she found terrifying. She closed her eyes tightly to avoid him looking into the depths of her blackened soul and seeing the true monster that resided within. Plus as she'd been told the eyes weren't the window to the soul, but the door and she must always be careful what she let enter through them.

She opened her eyes after taking several deep breaths to calm herself, not wanting to lose control of her powers yet again. "Can you please just leave me alone? I have a kingdom to rule." And she sauntered away, trying not to stumble into the narrow walls the way she quite often did when she was exhausted after a long day.

She'd relocated after her return from the mountains, finding the stress and memories of her past life too much to handle. There was simply to much space for her to fill without a fundamental part of her reacting to that emptiness without her even realising. Before she noticed the room would be filled with snow and ice in pretty patterns and the servants would be shivering when they brought her breakfast in bed. Now she preferred to live a life of relative isolation in her spare time, what little of that remained with her new duties taking up so much of her daylight hours. Her nighttime ones were filled with tutorials from Obita as he attempted to make her control her powers through using them on a regular basis so she became used to them and they would (hopefully) not get the better of her publicly and terrify everyone like they had this summer. It was the complete opposite of what she'd been taught her whole life, which was probably why she liked Obita so much. That and he was completely eccentric, and she'd always been drawn to the weird and slightly crazy people that everyone else looked down upon. She felt it was her place as Queen to treat everyone equally and therefore lead by example. So far her logic seemed to be working.

As she walked the corridor got colder, but that had nothing to do with her. It was just cold up here, which was why she liked it. That and no one else ever came up here, not even to clean. The spiders were becoming her friends, though at first she'd been terrified of them.

She wrapped her arms around herself, quickly running through her day in her head and regretting so many of the things she'd said. If only she had a time machine so she could rewrite her mistakes, though she supposed ultimately they'd make her stronger as a ruler and as a person. So maybe time travel wasn't really all it was cracked up to be.

She pushed open the door to her new room, loving the creaking sound it made. It was so drawn-out. She loved it so much she let it replay in her mind as she made herself comfortable on her bed to continue her slightly maudlin contemplation of the days events. Why was she not more like her sister, Anna? Life would be so much simpler if she didn't have these blasted powers to worry about every single waking moment of her life! She punched the mattress beside where she sat on the edge of her bed in frustration. Oh, to be normal! How much more wonderful it sounded with each passing day...

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