When Lady Anna from the House of Cordova was born, exactly two nobles and one midwife witnessed the curse that touched and lived within her soul. She cried, defiant, loud, and proud, as she was welcomed to the strange and cruel world. She balled her tiny fists, unseeing eyes glowed a bold red behind tightly squeezed eyelids, and tiny wisps of flame bursting forth from her mouth alongside her cries.

Her father, a man hardened by war and the threats thrown at Arendelle's royalty, balled his own fist in rage and disappointment. His heir would grow up to be a weak woman, cursed with flames meant to burn everything in its path. Sir Paul clutched the bottle of alcohol and lifted it to his mouth, silently but fervently expressing his rage toward the wife who could not bear him a man.

The mother, a woman whose kind and brave heart suffered at the hands of a violent man for the sake of her family, was as defiant as her daughter. As she held her daughter next to her heart, Lady Erin vowed to protect her daughter from the man she was forced to marry. With what little strength she had, she directed her gaze toward Anna, who calmed at her mother's touch. Whispering words of comfort, she could not help but shed tears of sorrow, grief, and bittersweet joy as she wondered if her parents, who joined the stars, are happy for her and little Anna.

"You have a gift, Anna," she whispered.

Sir Paul scoffed and retreated from the room, not sparing a glance at his wife and daughter. He formulated a plan to get rid of the cursed child knowing that his wife had little strength to stop him. Lady Erin was well-aware of his unbridled anger and cruelty. Gathering her strength and courage to fight the deep sorrow that would come from her request to the loyal and gentle midwife, she turned to Lillian, who gazed in wonder at the child in her lady's arms.

"Lillian, are you afraid of Anna?" The midwife, who followed her lady across foreign lands to marry the bastard, could not stand the tears in Lady Erin's eyes as she gazed at little Anna.

"On the contrary, my lady. I believe she is meant for great things. With you as her mother, she will undoubtedly grow with the kindness and compassion you possess."

"Then, will you do me a favor?"

"Anything, my lady." Lillian walked toward her lady, who continued to cry in despair. She had a vague idea of what her request was. After all, she witnessed the drunkard walk out with a determined but frightening sneer, which usually led to bruises on Lady Erin's being the following morning.

"Her father will not forgive her for her gender and her gift. He will do everything in his power to rid his house of Anna.," she paused, steeling herself for what's to come. She lifted her eyes to meet Lillian's. "Take her, please, and leave as soon as you are able." A heartbreaking sob escaped her, holding Anna as fiercely and as gently as possible.

"But, my lady…"

"I trust no one but you. My wretched husband will hurt her; I do believe that he might even kill her. I will stay and bear his anger, but please, let me be at peace with the knowledge that my daughter is safe with you."

Lady Erin's voice trembled, and Lillian was filled with a hatred that was directed toward Sir Paul. She could not fault her for wanting to get Anna as far away as possible. She knew that he will do it if only for the sake of his pride and reputation. Lillian walked toward the despairing mother, reaching for her hand and Anna's. In tears, she gripped both calloused and soft hands.

"Take her to the trolls. They have extensive knowledge in magic, and while they serve the royal family, I have hope that they will welcome you." Silent tears marred Lillian's face.

"My lady, Anna and I will come back for you someday. My loyalty is to you and your daughter. As selfish as a request mine might be, will you…" Lillian choked on the pain of reality. She brought Erin's hand to her face, refusing to let go of Anna's as she did. "Will you wait for us?"

"For as long as I can. Take care of her."

"I swear it."

In the dead of the night, hushed goodbyes were said and more tears were shed.

Anna's journey has begun.

Miles from the grieving mother, three-year-old Princess Elsa, who was safe in the arms of her mother and the caress of her father, giggled at the snowflakes that fell from her hands and the joyous laughter of her parents.

A/N: Endgame Elsanna, I assure you. Let me know what you think!