Once Upon a Time- Queen Elsa of Arendelle

Chapter Five: Temporarily Anonymous

A/N: Ok, this chapter is going to have a twist to it. If any of ya'll remember  the last chapter, it was a little creepy. Although I want to follow up on it. So this chapter is going to introduce a new character and their POV. By the way, I know I haven't updated since what...April? I think. I've been really busy. I always check everyone's comments and I'm so very ecstatic by what I'm hearing. Ya'll inspire me to keep writing and finally update the damn chapter! love yall!

Temporarily Anonymous POV:

Story of my life, I was given powers. Personally I used them, but never thought much of them. In the kingdom I live in, my powers are known by everyone. My mother and father, being the Queen and King, were most ashamed. Having many children who are so perfect, then, oh yeah, my other kid with the abnormal fire ability. Ever since we figured out I had powers, discrimination from my own family was the norm for me. 

"Sweetheart be carful!", mum cries. I look at her and smile. My older brother is taking me to the village park.

We're having visitors from another kingdom enter our domain. I watch as their carriage rides up in front of my parents palace. My oldest brother grabs my hand and attemps to pull me. I resist and watch as the people file out of the carriage.Two little girls jump out, possible after their parents. They look around my age. (7)

"Move over!! Mama! Papa!!", the smallest one says, laughing.

They other one, I assume it is her older sister is rather different. She smiles, but when she does its fake.

My older brothers pulls are get more forceful by the second. "Come on!"

"Wait!", I say. I trot towards the two other girls following their parents.

"Hello!", I say holding out my hand. The little, red-head girl reluctantly shakes it, giggling.  As for the older one, she holds out her hand and then seems to think better of it and pulls away. It's as if she can't remember how to shake hand.

Neverless, I invite them to accompany my brother and I to the village park.

When we get there, the little one, whose name I just found as Anna didn't hesitate to corrupt the slide and mark her territory. The oldest, who goes by Elsa, just shuffles her feet and stares at them like they are just too interesting.

I walk over to her awkwardly. "Umm...hi!", I say trying to be as casual as I could be for a 7 5/8 year old.

She just smiles, half heartedly. "Hi."

"Soooo...", I start, praying that she'll start the conversation.

"Sooooo...", she mimicks.

I guess I'll be the one to come up with a conversation starter. "Where are you from?"

"Arandelle.", she says, sounding like she's never been more sure of anything in her life.

"Cool."

"Yeah..."

Anna jumps off the swings and rushes towards us. "Hi!!"

That's when I remember my brother was still present, sitting on the bench. "Hugo!", I call.

Although when he looks up at me, his general expression wasn't the one I'd been expecting. Instead of a sassitude eye roll I was given a "You just murdered my family" look.

Then, I smelt smoke. I looked for the source. That's when I looked down and saw my feet on fire. Normally I would have freaked out. But I couldn't feel it. The flames illuminated the snow around my feet. Wait, snow? It's late spring. Elsa, looked at the snow nervously. Even for a 7 5/8 year old kid I wasn't stupid, or normal for that matter. She produced the snow.

I turned to her. "Hey! Wait...it's okay." I attempted to grab her hand. All of the sudden there was a dramatic POP! and I flew backwards, face first onto the snow. Her head peeked up and and she looked at me incrediously.

That's when Hugo finally spoke again. "Hans?"

I don't think either of us knew that would be the last thing that left his mouth.