Frozen Heart

We Know Better - Ella

Chapter 1

We Know Better

Ella

I wish things were the way they used to be.

I wasn’t always locked up in my room, forced to hide my powers. There was a time when it didn’t matter. Then that stupid troll came along. Of course, it was about five or so years ago when I found out I was “the prophecy”.

I personally, think it’s a bunch of crap.

If it weren’t for this stupid “prophecy” I wouldn’t be stuck in my room.

I remember the good old days when that didn’t matter. Heck, it didn’t even matter that I was a twin or had ice powers. I was treated the same as anybody else.

Those were the days when life was fun.

***

“Well what do you want to do?” “Magic.” “Of course.”  Ana was always entertained by my powers. I guess something about us just... clicked. I dunno.

“Whoa. That’s so cool! How come you can do that and I can’t?” “I dunno, but it would be a lot more fun if you could though.” “We could be like ice twins.” “One twin is enough Ana.” “I guess I wouldn’t know. Just do the magic!” “Whatever you say.”

I’ll admit I was fascinated by my own powers. How with by the move of my hand ice would appear and it wasn’t just any ice. It was magic ice. And that’s what made it cool (no pun intended).

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” Ana always asked the same question. And she always got the same answer. “Of course I want to build a snowman.”

We would build a snowman even if it wasn’t snowy out or even winter. I did have ice and snow powers, so I converted one of the unused ballrooms into a winter wonderland.

“Ella” “Yeah Ana” “Why do princesses have to do such stupid stuff?”

Ana hated what came with being a princess. Yes, you lived in a big house, more like a castle, but you had so many expectations. You had to be neat, kind, calm, formal, couldn’t speak your mind, and the list goes on.

Ana was the complete opposite of all those things. Then again, I wasn’t the best role model when it came to that stuff.

“Well Ana, it’s just a tradition kinda thing.” Ana still looked dissatisfied.

“I can tell you one thing though,” I began, “If those people who started those traditions met us, than they would have a different stereotype.” Ana’s face lit up.

“If those people met us,” Ana said proudly, “Then princesses wouldn’t have to do all that fancy stuff.” “And do you know why that is?” “No, but I want to know Ella.” “Because you and me, we know better.”

***

Man, those were the days. At least Ana has someone.

Or at least I think she does.

Everyday I hear the same thing at my door. “Do you want to build a snowman?” “Do you want to build a snowman?” Everyday, I just want to say “Of course I want to build a snowman.”

But I can’t.

To protect Ana, to protect Arendelle, to protect the world, I have to stay locked up inside my room. Everyday is the same.

I look out the window and try to control my emotions. Conceal it, don’t feel it, don’t let it show.

My mom checks on me every day, though lately it’s been getting tense. Every day I ask her the same question: why do I have to stay locked up in my room? And everyday she has the same answer: “To protect Arendelle.” And every single day, I have a worse and worse reaction to her answer.

Why?

It’s because I’m mad. I’m mad because I have to stay in my room. Every day ends the same too.

I look out at the moon and ask why me? What did I do to deserve this? Why should anyone have to go through this kind of pain?

The pain of being alone.

The pain of being unloved.

The pain of being isolated with nothing I or anyone can do about it.