Arendelle, a kingdom of the north known for its light summers and unforgiving winters. Once a kingdom ruled by a just king, now left in mourning in his absence. The people looked to the Princess, now crowned Queen, to lead them in their search for revenge.

Elsa, a pale woman with frosted blonde hair and eyes like ice, sat upon the throne angered by the actions of the southern isles. Her eyes were fixed on the crackling fire before her, a small bit of magic frost dancing in her hand, as a light rapping echoed from the door.

"Enter." Elsa's authoritative voice rang. The heavy door opened and inside stepped a woman, Anna, Elsa's right hand and oldest friend. They had grown up together in the castle, the daughter of a knight, Anna had been present all her life. Anna was free spirited, clumsy, but she was determined and had a good heart. The red haired woman stepped forward, hands clasped in front of her. "How are you fairing, your majesty?" It was a stupid question, more a formality than anything.

Elsa let her hand slip from her cheek, it falling limply against her leg. Her eyes tell Anna more than her voice ever would. Anna's gaze softened in sympathy, she too had loved the king like a father.

"As well as one can be after such a loss."

Elsa's tone was dry, distant, it's as if she's not even really there, her mind off some where else. Anna sank down, resting at her Queen's feet, gaze trained on her face as she took her hand.

"I'm sorry for your loss." A small half smile offers what futile comfort Anna had to give. The small pale hand of the Queen tightened for a brief moment before it retreated and slipped back into it's glove. This action brought fourth a small sigh from the younger woman. "You don't have to shut me out."

Didn't she? It wasn't Anna. Elsa had a problem with bottling things, she had since she was little. A Queen doesn't show weakness, her people must never view her as flawed. No she has to be perfect, strong and elegant, the picture of sophisticated grace.

The monarch stood from her throne, stepping down, she crossed the room to the window. She's silent, so much on her mind. How very much like Elsa. Anna followed her, gaze fixed on the bright moon. "If you are worried about being Queen, I can assure you Elsa, there will be none better than you. You love your people, your kingdom, and I know you can do this. You were born to do this, it's in your blood."

Finally, she brought a soft smile to the blonde's face. Elsa glanced over at the red head, a gloved hand came to rest on Anna's shoulder. "Thank you."

There was a "but" to her thanks, however Elsa saw no need to speak it, it was not necessary for now. Both of them stood at the window over looking Arendelle in silence. Both knew, and were certain of only one thing. For Elsa's reign, for Arendelle, and for the dispute with the Southern Isles...

This was just the beginning.