Monster

Motherly Instinct Never Dies

The sound of pebbles hitting the glass window became a great distraction for the Princess as she tried her best to focus on her study. Grumbling, she slammed the book on her desk closed before standing up and went to the glass door, opening it and stood outside on her balcony.

She looked down, pink lips twisted in an annoyed scowl at the boy standing below, in the castle’s garden. “What do you want?” she asked him, “I’m trying to read over here.”

“Come to the backyard, near the stables.” He called over at her before leaving, not minding to let her answer him.

Sighing, as she knew now she had to come and see what the young Prince of the neighboring kingdom was doing, she went back to her bedchamber, closing the balcony door behind her. As much as the Prince annoyed her, she had to do what her Mother wished for and keep up a good appearance so Arendelle could gain another trade partner.

“What are you planning?” she asked as she arrived at the backyard, spotting him standing by a tree, holding a red apple in one hand.

“I want to play, you see.” The Prince said; a strand of his golden brown hair hung on his forehead. “I bet a Princess like you won’t even dare to go to the forest.”

“‘Play’, ‘bet’? What are we? Five?” Juliette asked in confusion. “Look, Carlos, if this is what you called a rematch after I beat you the other day in our horse race, forget it. I’m heading back.”

Carlos’ face turned slightly red from embarrassment. He did not expect the Princess of Arendelle to be able to ride a horse so strong yet graceful at the same time, when she was only twelve years old, no less.

“So you’re scared? Chicken.”

She turned around, platinum blonde hair framing her face, freckled cheeks flushed pink. “What did you say?”

The Prince smirked, he has got her hooked. “You’re a chicken.”

Shaking her head, Juliette walked toward him, grabbing one of his arms and dragged him toward the forest angrily. “I’ll show you that I’m no chicken.”

~O~

“The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen.” Elsa hummed absentmindedly as she lazily ran her finger against the stone wall, drawing frost patterns on it. “A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the Queen.” she scoffed at the irony of that. She had been isolated once again. Not in her room and not at the North Mountain but in a prison cell.

“-Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back anymore.” It was hard to keep track of time when you spent your days in a dark dungeon, but she managed just by watching Juliette grew.

“Let it go, let it go, you’ll never see me cry.” She sighed as she lowered down her finger, eyes tracing the patterns she made. It has been twelve years, almost as long as she had been isolated in her room. The difference beside the obvious fact that she was imprisoned was the lack of interaction she got.

When she was young there were her parents who visited her and the knocks on her door before the sound of her sister singing from the outside, asking to build a snowman.  Not that she wanted to have her sister visit her now, she was still too angry at her. Juliette was the only one that came to just talk, sometimes bringing her snack, but she was not complaining. She was happy to see her daughter, even when she can’t say so.

Where was Juliette anyway? She should’ve been here anytime soon…

Then she heard it.

Faint, far away from here, but it was there. She could hear it, she could feel it.

Juliette.

She was the one screaming.

Call her crazy but Elsa was sure of the motherly instinct she felt, the pang of worry for her daughter.

She stood up from her place on the ground, going to the small barred window near the ceiling, the only source of oxygen for her. But she couldn’t take another step; the chains around her ankles were pulling her back.

Gritting her teeth in irritation, she closed her eyes, brows furrowed as she concentrated on her power, willing it to work after not being used except when she was having a nightmare or drawing on the wall.

She could feel her feet turning colder, the temperature in the cell, and probably the whole dungeon, began to drop. Finally the satisfying clank of broken chains made the corners of her lips tugged in a small smile as she opened her eyes, hurriedly prying the bond off.

Lifting her hands in front of her, she once again focused on her power, feeling the familiar cold tingles at the tips of her fingertips as she focused on destroying the wall separating her from the outside world.

The sudden blinding sunlight took her by surprise the second the stone walls crumpled noisily. But she took no time on enjoying her newly made freedom; she must find her daughter first.

Running outside proved to be a little difficult as her bare feet touched the grass again after twelve years only having contact with cold stone floor. She tripped a few times, something she barely ever did, but she kept running, as fast as she could through the forest. She knew the guards were probably running after her, trying to arrest the escaping prisoner, but she didn’t care. Juliette was her main priority.

She was close; Elsa could tell from her scream which just getting louder as she ran deeper into the woods. How far a twelve years old Princess in a dress could end up in a deep forest like this?

Her feet stopped all of sudden when she saw the big dark animal hovering over a cornered platinum blonde haired girl, it’s sharp teeth and claws bared dangerously.

She may have no weapon whatsoever with her, but she has one thing for sure… a mother’s love.

Running as fast as she could, she wrapped her arms around her squatting daughter, her back turned toward the bear as she used her body as a shield just seconds before the beast swung it’s claws to rip his prey apart.

Before any of you protest, I know the lyrics of ‘Let It Go’ is jumping around in this chapter, but it’s not a mistake I made, I did that on purpose to shorten the song