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     Regardless of her mother’s words, deep inside her heart, Elsa knew that her father feared her. She had an inkling that he hated her as well. After all, he hated something that was a part of her. It was more than likely that there was a part of him that hated HER. No matter what her mother says, her father is frightened of her and what she could do. If he talked in his sleep as her mother claims he does, he probably talks about how frightened he is of her and how he wishes she wasn’t this way.

     She slowly began to move away from her mother. Her arms wrapped around her legs and she began to rock back and forth. A light layer of snow flurries began to fall over her head. She could not find it in her to believe anything her mother is saying about her father. How could she? All he has done is prove her words otherwise. If he was supposedly proud of her, loved her, than why didn’t he say the words?

There was power in words. The truth of the matter was,
she hasn’t felt his love in years. It’s why she tried so hard
to be perfect for him. She had to be perfect ; she had to be
the perfect crown princess. She had to regain his love. Angry
as she was, he was still —- sadly —- her father and she 
NEEDED his approval.  

              ❝You’re lying. Y-you’re making this up. He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t.
                You say he does, but his actions speak louder than words. The only time
                he has even close to how a father should act was when he gave me these
                gloves and read one of his stories to me.

  — —- He is a king every other time.

     What can I do to make him proud? To have tangible proof?
     How does… he talks in his sleep but just one word, Mama, one
     word to me and… and I would know that it’s the truth. But
     until then? I-I cannot. I am sorry, Mama, but I cannot.❞

A pause. ❝He deserves it. He promised he would love and protect us. He hasn’t done that
                at all.❞ Neither have you. ❝He turned Anna and I into little birds that he keeps
                locked up in separate cages.❞

     When Elsa moved away, Idun’s arms immediately felt much emptier than before she had entered them again. Her every instinct told her to reach out and embrace her child again, especially now the powers were making themselves known. It was just another sign of the upset she’d caused that day. But she knew that her moment had passed, and instead, she folded her hands in her lap. At Elsa’s words, her lip curled slightly with disgust, looking down at the gloves on her daughter’s hands.

     ❝He wasn’t a father when he gave you those wretched things. And I
       can’t blame you for thinking me a liar. It's his job to put that right, not
       mine. After all we’ve done to you, we deserve every bit of your anger.
       Don’t apologise for the way you feel, love. You don’t have to to me,
       anyway. I don’t want to say I understand, because I haven’t been through
       what you have, but I’d like to think I can see why.❞

     All those wonderful things he said about her, and not once had her husband told their children he was proud of them? That he loved them more than life itself? Perhaps Elsa was not the only one in this family hiding her feelings. At bottling things up until they exploded. It was just in her case, the evidence was rather easier to see. 

     How she wished they could return to the days when the magic was some special, something revered. When their little girl could cause mischief with it with a grin on her face and a laugh following behind her. The Queen would much rather deal with that kind of mess than this one. Would much rather have two happy, smiling girls than one who tried to ignore the sadness and silence, and one who hid away. If only the accident that night had been something more mundane. Children played and got hurt all the time. It just happened to be more unusual. If only Agdar had been able to see that at the time.

     ❝As I’ve said, I can’t blame you for… for any of your feelings
       towards us. I just hope that one day you can believe how
       much I love you still.❞ After a pause, she spoke again. 

                    ❝Would you like me to have some tea or the like fetched?
                                                 You’re trembling, love.❞