A/N: Finally! The real chapter 4. Sorry for taking so long. For those who don't know, a condition I developed as a kid known as Lazy Eye has reappeared after about 15 years. The condition makes it difficult to read, write, and other similar activities and unfortunately the only way to fix it is surgery. Anyway, I have a temporary fix for now, but it will still take a while. I hope you guys understand. Enjoy! Love you guys.
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Chapter 4: Coronation Day
The fjords sparkled as the sun rose on Arendelle, the sun's rays sparked through windows high up in the castle. the room belonged to a certain brown-haired girl, princess Brielle when the beams of light hit the red-orange streaks peaking out her chocolate brown curls. It looked as if her hair had been set on fire. Brielle slowly opened her eyes and stretched. Drinking in the sun and warmth, the simple sight of the sun shining against the beautiful blue sky gave Brielle a feeling of hope for today. "It's Coronation Day!" She heard a voice exclaim. Brielle chuckled to herself, of course, Anna would be hyper.
Being locked away for years has pent up all three sisters in different ways. Elsa's compacted her sadness into an anger that isn't completely understood by her baby sister. Brielle has some idea of what Elsa feels but in a different way. It's more fear than anger that resides in her. Whereas the baby of the family is like rising dough, at first it was a nice loaf of excitement, but after this much time, the oven door was going to blow off.
Glancing to her closet Brielle looked at her dress. It was a few layers of reds and oranges to match bother her hair and the secret she held inside. She wanted to be elegant like Elsa and try to tie her hair back nicely, but akin to Anna's spirit, her hair was too wild to tame, so she brushed it and let it fly loose behind her.
After getting dressed, the anxiety built inside of her to the point where Brielle needed to take a breath or the breath was going to take her. She wanted to get out to the garden to take a calming moment to herself. There were people everywhere! Every which way she turned there was a giant cake to avoid or a heap of garland to trip over. The path of least resistance was sneaking through the kitchen, where there was still chaos, but familiar chaos for Brielle.
She snuck into the kitchen and immediately crashed into a maid who was carrying dishes. As they flew into the air, Brielle almost instinctually threw out limbs to catch them.
She outreached her left hand
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she outreached her right hand
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she reached out her left foot
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then in a smooth motion unknown to Brielle herself she leaned over and caught the last one on her back.
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The maid, astonished by both the unnatural talent and kindness of the princess, said, "Oh thank you, princess! but you really don't have to do that, it's my mess to keep track of!"
"Nonsense! princess or not I am the one that knocked into you, but...could you grab a stack before I fall over?"
The maid jumped to acquiesce to the princess's request. Having settled the dishes back into place, the princess apologized for unintentionally adding to the chaos as she slipped out the side door and out into the fresh and quiet air. she walked to the garden and sat in the spot she had settled into time and time again. She took a deep breath and pulled out her journal. Having not seen her sisters in so long, she didn't know how exactly to act. She could run up and grab them and squeeze them like a loving python. She could remain aloof and protect her gentle feelings from love not being returned.
She had been giving these very thoughts a lot of attention and even made notes on what exactly to say to her sisters.
The problem is she can't just come out and say, "Hey by the way I know how you feel because SUPRISE I'm the fire to your ice!" But the rock trolls said that fear would be her greatest enemy and the only way for Brielle to help her is to get her to see that she isn't alone. How does one even go about approaching such a subject?
She had started a list of possibilities, some more valid than others:
"Elsa, you are not alone I am the reason the castle stays warm on winter nights..."
"Elsa, three words: third word, sounds like tire."
"Elsa, why do you think you're so special, I have problems too! Oh, you're a little cold? Try accidentally lighting your skirt on fire and you can't find water ANYWHERE!"
One was just a picture of a campfire and a question mark.
She thought of just making it rain ash and see how long it takes her to figure it out.
And then there was Anna, which came with its own bag of crazy...namely just Anna herself. Does she just come out and tell her that her sisters are the yin yang of hot and cold magic? Does she start the story with "so Trolls are a thing...and they erased your memory".
She knew for certain she needed to apologize. After her parents died and she hid in her depression, what she didn't realize she was doing was abandoning a small child in need. Leaving it to the castle staff to deal with, is not how a loving sister should deal with her problems. Thinking about it a small tear formed in her eye. She was scared, she was ashamed and more than anything she held so much sadness inside of her that facing it felt utterly impossible. But she was ready to be a sister now, but would Anna accept her after her failure as a sister? Would she welcome her back? Did she even miss her or did Anna move on and preferred her sister-less life of freedom and independence?
Her depression vortex was interrupted by a maid. The maid rushed over to her and said, "There you are missy! I have been looking everywhere for you! We have a coronation to get to not a 'let's sit around and wait for Brielle' party. Up up! On your toes, it's time to go!"
One more deep breath and Brielle started to put one foot in front of the other. She was off to see her sisters for the first time in what seems forever, she was not ready, but she was taking it one step at a time. The first step was back through the door.
At the coronation, the castle was full of people. Getting to her sisters before they were shoved up front for the coronation started showed to be an insurmountable feat within itself. She didn't have a chance to say any one of the thousand versions of speeches she had prepared. Before she could even take in what was happening, she was standing next to the strangers that had grown into beautiful sisters. She was filled with so many emotions, pride, love fear, confusion...wait, what was that face Anna was making? Who is she staring at? "Never mind, focus on what's happening," she told herself. She looked at Elsa as the minister asked Elsa to take off her gloves. Brielle looked and saw the terror in her eyes light up like the fireballs Brielle like to juggle when she gets bored. Oh no! It's building inside of her! Something is going to happen! What should she do? Should she step in? Should she say something? Should she stop this? Or should she just hug the fear out of her? Maybe Brielle should just slap it out of her. Just one quick slap. Before Brielle could decide, it was over, Elsa was putting her gloves back on and her breath was noticeably slowing back to a regular pace.
After the official stuff was over, on with the party! They went to the celebration and Brielle filled with more and more excitement with each step. Now would be the time to talk to her sisters. now would be the time to face her fears of rejection and reclaim her role as a sister. Her time to reconnect with Anna and guide her towards... well, perhaps sanity would be a good start. And it was her time to help Elsa realize how her fears were overtaking her. Help Elsa not feel so alone and join her on this adventurous life of the unknown. First, she would have to find her though, how there even this many people in the kingdom?
What was unknown to Brielle was more than she thought though. She never expected what was going to happen and she never would have known how to prepare for it...