Cold and Dark | The Beginning
“It’ll be fun Elsa! Promise!” A bundle of joy and auburn tinted hair had bounded from the ballroom, leaving a very terrified Queen-to-be alone with her fears. “Fun… Right…” Elsa wasn’t ready to be queen. That honor was supposed to pass to Ana anyway. Her secret was too large to risk the safety of the kingdom and her parents had quickly decided the throne would pass to the youngest sister, against tradition. But with the untimely passing of the King and Queen, the proper wills hadn’t been prepared and it was assumed Elsa would take the crown. The coronation passed swiftly enough, Elsa barely keeping it together - grateful for her gloves and the refusal of a painting. The guest were dancing and celebrating happily in the main ballroom; the new queen doing what she could to avoid as many people as possible. She slipped into a darker corner, her arm across her chest, the other holding her third glass of wine as she stared at the crowds. This was supposed to be a joyous day, but all Elsa could think was what if…
What if she lost control? However her thoughts were interrupted by her moving into one of the many guests. “Ooph… Goodness, I’m terribly sorry.” She put a hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth of the wine. “Do me a favor, don’t mention it to anyone. Don’t want to be known as the clumsy queen…”
No one had bothered to notice the shadow that had slipped among the crowd hustling into the newly open castle grounds but then, most people didn’t bother to question the shadows that lurked around them. If fact, it had been quite some time since he had truly been able to spark the fear he had once instilled into the hearts of men, women, and children.
Gone were the days when they feared the Boogieman and the days seemed to be drawing longer and longer.
But not being seen had opened a world of new possibilities.
It was a wondrous thing, what could be spied upon when no one believed anyone was truly looking. For instance, the fear he could feel building once he’d stepped through the gate and growing stronger, stronger as the coronation took place.
He had clung to the edge of the room, his eyes scanning the crowd as he searched for the source. As he got closer to the priest and the new queen herself, he could practically feel it radiating off of her and into himself, making him stronger in a way he hadn’t felt since the Dark Ages.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he kept a watch on the queen as the formalities came to an end and the festivities began. But it wasn’t until he caught her walking off alone that he used the newly restored strength to manifest himself in front of her.
“Absolutely, Your Majesty,” he offered her a charming smile, “and it’s my apologies. I should have been watching where I was walking.”
