Frozen: the story of the new power

Chapter 1

Sometimes you have to kneel and look into the rain and wonder... why? It's true what they say "Everyone has a purpose in this world", But damn this world if you don't go through hell to find it. I shouldn't complain, after all, I now hold a kingdom. The strong, loyal, and old kingdom of Arendelle. Roaming through the velvet and stone walls I had always seen portraits of Queen Elsa, the past ruler. That was 62 years ago, and now I am the young 23 year old Queen.

Before we get down to the brass-tax of poor little Augustina Taylor, an orphan who swam into the right situation, let's begin with history. After the early passing of Princess Anna of Arendelle the whole kingdom mourned. Her husband though did not mourn in vain, he knew their blood would live on. Anna and Kristoff had a noble son named Ryland Issac the first who would take the throne after the rule of Queen Elsa. He had the ginger locks of his mother, and the rich cocoa eyes of his father. Taking the throne at age 15 he grew up in a royal palace learning nothing but etiquette and strict responsibility.

Ryland's mouth was left deformed, with a deep scar that crosses his lips diagonally like a lightning bolt across his jaw line. In shame, the prince wears a scarf everyday to hide his sickening flaw. The reason unknown to the townsfolk and servants. He was a righteous prince, stern yet compassionate for his people. Though the kingdom seemed to whither more and more everyday.

An answer soon came.. some say from God, some say from Luck. I say, from a tragic accident that was simply meant to be.

Enough of the royals, let's get back to the main story here.  Across the Atlantic ocean my small spit of a country "Gerana...land of lilies...laughter... and lightning" resided just parallel of Arendelle. Of course at the time I didn't know that. Only at age 5, the people called me Augi or August depending on their moods. I was known as the town sweetheart. I think it's the freckles on my pale little face.

"Augustina Taylor! Your brand new dress!" cried out my mother

"Ma, It's not bad"

Of course being tattered in mud never seemed bad to any toddler.

"Your Aunt Gilsi made that for you young lady! She spent months on it. Inside. Now."

I closed my eyes and shuddered.

Time for a lashing..

Approximately an hour later I sat in our small cottage made of stone, wood, and my fathers tears. It wasn't much, but it had worth in my life. So many memories held inside a hollow stone box, or at least I thought of it that way. Like when I decided to ride our families goat through the pantry.

  My thought was interrupted by a bowl of hot beef stew steaming in front of my face, making my skin warm and glitter with sweat. Pa sat beside me and dug into his meal as if it were his last.

"So Lil Augi, how was school pumpkin?" pa smiled.

"We learned our town history and how to spell five letter words pa!"

"Really? Spell me out a big word."

"House. H-o-u-s-e." I smiled at the proud look on pa's face.

"Gweneth our daughter is gonna be a down right scholar!" pa pounded his fist on the table.

"Yes, but where would she use it? After all she's going to be a fine seamstress like her mother!" ma winked at me.

I never wanted to be a seamstress. All those sharp needles and tiny little threads, it all seemed to boring to me. I loved nature, especially water. I wanted to be a sailor like my grandpappy. Pa used to tell me adventurous stories of how him and my grandpappy would sail across the ocean delivering trade to nearby countries. My grandpappy died at age 52 from a heart attack while he was away on a shipment, pa never mentions it anymore though.

  On a day off of school ma took me to see her work area at the loom house with many other women. She caught me playing with the blue strings on her loom and decided from that day forward that I would be a seamstress just like her. What she doesn't know is the only reason I was playing, was because the blue thread that danced along my soft fingertips reminded me of water. How it danced at a command of my touch and waved around with the gentle breeze that came from the window.

  "Bartelby are you finished?" asked ma

"Woman there is nothing more filling than your delicious beef stew." smiled pa

I admired how my parents had always shown compassion for each other around me. It made me want to be married happily like them one day. Every young girl seems to want to be a good mother and wife. All I wanted was to live a happy life with someone who would stay with me forever.

No one will stay with you forever...

I closed my hazel eyes at the voice in my head. It always was there, always watching, always hurting.

Later that night:

"Time for you to go to bed Augi." ma spoke.

I obeyed and bounced my feet up the wooden steps that led to my corner of a room. Not much, but it was mine. A shelf to hold all the stones I found in the garden lay above my bed. The small bed I slept in was sheeted with a quilt my grandma had made during her last months. It was teal with purple butterflies flying around the fabric. Each stitch was made to keep me warm and safe and that quilt did just that.

  "Goodnight pumpkin" pa Kissed my forehead and springed one of my black curls. I giggled at the way it bounced strictly back into place.

"Goodnight Augi" ma placed a glass of water on the table and blew out the lantern leaving only the light of the moon.

It was spring week off for school, that made my mind ease on sleeping more than anything. I turned to see my water glass and sat up to grab it. I wish...I wish...water would be with me forever.

It cared for me, besides my parents, it was the only thing that brought me happiness. No one at school liked me. They had called me "Broomstick" to make fun of my fragile body and "Unlucky Cat" to insult my Long black tendril curls.

Broomstick! She can't play with us, she'll break!

Unlucky! Black cat! Black cat! Get away from us you're bad luck!

My parents and instructor passed the names aside."Kids will be kids" they'd always say. I just wanted someone to love me forever...

You never will find someone who can put up with you.

I shed a few tears at the piercing voice inside my head, set the water on the nightstand, and fell into my dreamless sleep.