Champions of Light

The Queen of Arendale

Look at the fear in their eyes, you'll never be loved. The voice whispered.

Elsa looked away from the mirror, shutting her eyes tightly. Her hands began to tremble, and the thoughts inside her head continued to get louder and louder.

You're dangerous.

Her breathing became erratic, and her head began to ache. She grabbed her head and groaned as the pain only increased. She grabbed her gloves and began to wear them even tighter as if that could possibly make her feel any better. Her Coronation was tomorrow, and there was no way on Earth that she could pull this off. She was to be the future Queen of Arendale, but if she could barely take care of herself...how was she to manage an entire kingdom?

If only Mother and Father were still alive, perhaps they would know what to do.

Elsa peered at the mirror once again. Her eyes were red and puffy, and filled with water, and her cheeks were reddened. For a moment, she could have sworn that she saw something flash across the mirror...but she decided to ignore it and take a deep shaky breath.

She tried to remember a better time when she and her sister Anna got along, it was a time of peace and joy, and when she felt as if her powers weren't a burden. Her childhood friend Jack used to come over and play as well, and the three of them would giggle and roam around the Castle halls without a care in the world.

How times had changed.

Elsa would give anything to go back to those times, but it was her fault that she was alone.

It was her fault that Anna had gotten hurt.

Elsa laid down in her bed and stared at the ceiling, sighing deeply. Tomorrow the doors of the entire Kingdom would open, and all eyes would be on her.

She prayed that nothing would go wrong.
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Look at the fear in their eyes, you'll never be loved. The voice whispered.

Elsa looked away from the mirror, shutting her eyes tightly. Her hands began to tremble, and the thoughts inside her head continued to get louder and louder.

You're a monster.

Her breathing became erratic, and her head began to ache. She grabbed her head and groaned as the pain only increased. She grabbed her gloves and began to wear them even tighter as if that could possibly make her feel any better. Her Coronation was tomorrow, and there was no way on Earth that she could pull this off. She was to be the future Queen of Arendale, but if she could barely take care of herself...how was she to manage an entire kingdom?

If only Mother and Father were still alive, perhaps they would know what to do.

Elsa peered at the mirror once again. Her eyes were red and puffy, and filled with water, and her cheeks were reddened. For a moment, she could have sworn that she saw something flash across the mirror...but she decided to ignore it and take a deep shaky breath.

She tried to remember a better time when she and her sister Anna got along, it was a time of peace and joy, and when she felt as if her powers weren't a burden. Her childhood friend Jack used to come over and play as well, and the three of them would giggle and roam around the Castle halls without a care in the world.

How times had changed.

Elsa would give anything to go back to those times, but it was her fault that she was alone.

It was her fault that Anna had gotten hurt.

Elsa laid down in her bed and stared at the ceiling, sighing deeply. Tomorrow the doors of the entire Kingdom would open, and all eyes would be on her.