Cold Vengeance

Chapter 1: A Chilling Past

As the tired King of Arendelle leaned back against his throne, he let out a great, exhausted sigh. King Einar wheezed and coughed with a sharp, stuttered exhale of breath. He knew that he didn't have much time left. He was dying. Einar needed a acceptable heir to the throne to take his place, and rule as queen. He looked to his children because his spouse and queen left without a farewell. She complained for years of the cursed child, daughter, that she and Einar, together, granted life to. She was afraid of it. Repelled by it. It had a power like she has never seen. The queen saw her as a monster.

One night soon after giving birth to another daughter, as it was expected to have at least one son, the queen made a leave, in shame of failing her king. ...And for giving birth to a "monster" for starters. Einar was hurt by this. He knew that his wife can't control her infant's outcome. He knew she wasn't exactly a psychic, nor did she expect any of this. If only he could tell her... He still loved her.

His eldest daughter, Ingrid is the next heir to reign, but there is an evident problem.

Ingrid was that child, born with a strange and powerful curse; capable of manifesting and controlling ice. The king feared this curse, and Ingrid, as she can be quite hostile and bitter when angered or irritated. He also held a distaste for her, since she's basically why his queen left him. But it's not Ingrid's fault. Again, he still loved her. But she is a reminder of what happened 17 years ago.

Einar rubbed his forehead and groaned at the thought of having an "ice queen" rule Arendelle. He considered the large consequences that could arise, along with Ingrid's pattern of questionable, slightly dangerous behavior.

"Heaven knows what she's capable of doing if Arendelle was at her mercy?" Contemplated the king.

However, there was his youngest daughter Idun; another heir that may be a good substitute for the throne. She was a subsidiary last resort to Ingrid, if something were to happen to her. The king considered Idun taking Ingrid's place, and becoming the new queen.

Einar peered behind his throne at the magical urn that he acquired from a dark sorcerer. The mysterious golden-colored urn, no taller than forearm-length, had two ring-shaped handles with old Norse runes inscribed into the side. The king didn't understand what it meant, nor did he care. He got that urn for one reason... To trap his daughter, Ingrid.

"Your grace? May I be of service?" Questioned the royal servant Kai.
Einar alarmed by Kai's presence, quickly turned and glanced at the servant.
Kai is the king's most trusted aide and only friend. He is a fairly young and portly individual, but is always there for King Einar as his personal assistant and companion. The king was about to ask a big favor of Kai.

"Are you alright, my king?" Asked Kai.
"I am fine. But water would be nice. Dying is thirsty work." He replied.
"Einar! Don't think so negatively! Our medical physicians are working tirelessly to develop a cure! Just don't give up so fast. ...As for your request, I will have your water out in just a second. Your grace." Kai smiled to the king and began to make his way to the hallway leading to the kitchen.

Einar cracked a small smile on his pale face. He felt a bit of blissful cheer and a unwinding feeling about Kai's concern of his well-being. "Hey... Kai? I need to speak with you about something highly important." Einar again coughed and felt a slight pain in his chest cavity.

Kai quickly stopped and turned around, facing the king. "Yes? What's the issue, Einar?"

"Well, it's more of a request. But...."
Thoughts began to eat at Einar's mind. What would he do if his plan failed? How would Ingrid react if she discovered the king's objective? What if she never forgave the king, her father and never again trusted that he loved her? He felt pain emotionally. His sore throat didn't help the situation any.
The ill king seemingly looked though Kai as he stared, thinking. Thinking of the consequences. The guilt. But in the end, She needs to be trapped in the urn. There was no holding back. The king is inching closer to his death and the clock is ticking.