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Elsa hurried home down the crowded streets of Arendelle. She pulled up her cloak to hide her striking hair, something sure to identify her among the crowd. And she didn't need anyone stopping her at this moment, whether it was a citizen or a member of the guard or even Kristoff. Excitement bubbled up inside her and she picked up her pace all the way to the castle.

Ander squinted in the sunlight as the ship sailed to their destination. He didn't know very much about it, but from what Queen Elsa had told him and Donovan, a kingdom had been discovered within three months sailing distance from Arendelle. It was an island called Berk. As their first assignment as dignitaries (because Donovan could never be king since he wasn't a biological royal), they had been sent to make contact with and befriend the inhabitants.

Elsa sat on her throne, which was encased with ice, her blue eyes no longer filled with love. There was only hate and sorrow. Arendelle was under her icy grip, after she expelled Hans and killed Anna. Little did she know was that Hans had made his way back into Arendelle, in which everyone believed that he would save them from her rule.

She had been plagued with nightmares the entire week, making her sleep deprived to go along with her cold mannerism. As the door opened, her eyes opened and she looked up. She scowled.

Kirsten looked out the window and sighed. It was raining. And to her four year old mind, that meant only one thing: stuck inside. Even worse, she didn't know what to do or who to do it with. Dondie was at school, and Mama and Aunt Anna were off somewhere, and she didn't have the patience or attention span to go find them.

She watched the rain fall down the window, babbling to herself. She paused. Thirsty. Suddenly, an idea stuck in her mind. She ran to her and her older cousin's room.

Elsa smiled as she helped Anna pull back her hair. She had opted for the traditional Arendelle bun, the same as the sisters wore on any formal occasion. Her eyes trailed along the fabric of Anna's dress, thinking what kind of veil she could make to perfectly compliment it. That was a surprise that the two sisters decided on the day that Hans and Olaf were out and Donovan was ice harvesting with Kristoff for the first time. The veil was to be made of ice, intricate and unique, just like Anna.

Anna sighed. "Thank you for everything Elsa."

Elsa laughed. "It's nothing, Anna. Promise."

"I guess I'm just nervous..."