"Ah ha ha ha! Alright, come on, Berit... to bed with you now..."

"But I can't sleep! I'm hyper!" the six year-old excitedly squealed back as she loosely hung from her mother's arms, reluctantly letting the Queen put her on top of the bedsheets. She blew her messy auburn hair out of her face, only for most of it to flop back over her eyes again. "Oh come on, Mama, five more minutes?"

"Sweetheart, you said that an hour ago..." the Queen pinched the bridge of her nose with another chuckle, lightly using her index finger to shift Berit's bangs away so her face became visible again. "You know, your brother wasn't nearly as difficult as this when he was your age."

"Well that's because he's boring." Berit pouted with a laugh as she lay back in the bed, letting her mother move the sheets over her.

"Henrik isn't boring, he's just... he takes being a prince very seriously, that's all." the Queen sighed with a smirk as she looked at her daughter. "Berit, it's unlikely that you'll ever carry the type of burden that your brother will wield one day, but..."

"I still don't know why he's the one who has to be King... I know he's older, but... but I'd be a much funner Queen than him."

The Queen chuckled as she pressed two fingers to the girl's forehead, trying to keep her head planted against the pillow behind her. "Well, that's because there's a lot more to being in charge than just having fun, dear. You have tough decisions to make with power like that, and you have a lot of responsibility to make the right choice with it."

Berit rolled her eyes with a scoff. "It can't be that hard."

"Oh you'd be surprised." a brief moment of silence fell between mother and daughter as the Queen said this, with Berit scratching the back of her head as she thought about what to say. "Mama?"

"Yes darling?"

"What... um... what do I do then?" Berit's eyes widened a bit. "When he's the King, what will I be?"

"Oh, um..." the Queen hesitated for a moment, but kept a smile on her face. "Well... you'd be a princess, same as now."

"That's it? Nothing more?" Berit seemed more worried than before. "I mean... I don't think it's fair that he gets to rule the whole kingdom while I'm just... whatever I'm going to be..."

"Well you could... um... you'd..." the Queen took another moment to think about this, pinching the bridge of her nose before eventually looking to her daughter and stroking the back of her head. "Look, you're too young to understand this, Berit, but I reckon Henrik will grow to be a fine king. And I think you're destined for your own kind of greatness."

"What is it, though?"

The Queen shrugged with a gentle chuckle. "Hmm... I'm afraid that's something you'll have to find out for yourself. But one thing's for certain, dear... with you and your brother side-by-side, I think Torden has a brighter future than anyone could ever imagine."

Berit smiled as she let her mother kiss her on the forehead, finally resting her head back on the pillow as the Queen stood up and headed towards the door. "Good night, Mama."

"Good night, my little storm queen." the Queen whispered gently as she took the candle that was illuminating the room from the corner and closed the door behind her. Berit rested back with her eyes shut for about five minutes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but just not being able to. While the candle was gone, her bedroom was still being bathed in a sea of different colours, all of them emanating from the window on her right.

Having tried her hardest to resist the temptation, Berit quickly clambered out of the covers and crept out of bed, tightly holding her favourite stuffed wolf toy in her arms as she tiptoed over to the window to get a look at where these lights were coming from. "Wow..."

The sky was practically awake with the vast rainbow that danced among the stars. The girl was just about hypnotised by the aurora's beauty and colours, standing there dazzled for hours before it eventually faded away back into the night.

Na na na heyana
Hahiyaha naha
Naheya heya na yanuwa
Anhahe yunuwana

Na na na heyana
Hahiyaha naha
Naheya heya na yanuwa
Anhahe yunuwana

Elsa sat besides her door with her ears covered, trying to block out the piercing shrieks that were coming from down the hallway. The three year-old had never heard her mother screaming this loudly before, and it was making her more and more anxious the longer it went on. The cold was starting to emanate from her again, like it always did when she wasn't calm or happy, but she managed to stop it completely freezing the floor as the door opened beside her and she looked up.

"Papa...?"

"Elsa..." the King slowly entered and looked down to his child, calmly holding out his hand to her with a smile. "Come on. Let's go."

She gulped nervously as she clambered clumsily to her feet, taking her father's hand to steady herself some more. "Is... is Mama okay?"

Agnarr nodded warmly, stroking the back of his daughter's head as he said "oh, she's fine. She's wonderful. But... there's someone in there I'd like you to meet, Elsa."

"Really? Who is it?"

Agnarr gently opened the door to the bedroom, greeting his resting wife with a kiss on the forehead as Elsa shyly stood at the door. There was still a piercing wail coming from the small, wooden cradle beside Iduna's bed, and the noise of it still kept Elsa at bay as she nervously hesitated to proceed.

"Come... it's alright, dear." Agnarr motioned her forwards, prompting Elsa to slowly enter and close the door behind her. She tiptoed past her parents on the bed, arriving at the very edge of the cradle and putting her hands to it as she looked inside.

Her eyes widened as she saw the small, redheaded little creature lying inside, with the infant suddenly ceasing her crying when she saw who was looking at her. The ecstatic little squeal that the baby let out at the sight of her filled Elsa's heart with a joy unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and she could almost feel something building between herself and this frail little being she was face-to-face with.

This connection was something she couldn't really explain, whatever it was, but something in her mind was telling her that a wonderful, beautiful, magical adventure had just begun. And that she was going to cherish every moment of it with her new little sister.

Hello little baby
You're a princess, just like me

Bet you're thinking maybe
It's a pretty cool thing to be

Exchanging an encouraging little nod with her parents, Elsa carefully reached her hand into the cradle, gently stroking a few strands of the baby's already messy mop of strawberry blonde hair. She knew her hands were colder than they likely should have been, but it seemed the infant wasn't scared or hurt by the sudden chill, instead letting out an amused giggle as if she was being tickled.

But soon you'll see that everyone expects a lot from you
They'll say that there are things a princess should and shouldn't do

Elsa pulled her hand back slowly, being surprised when the baby clasped both her hands around her older sister's forearm. She turned to their parents for another brief moment, before she looked back to the giggling infant with another smile.

But you and me
We...

We know better

"Anna, slow down! Ha ha!" Elsa laughed as she chased the excited four year-old around the hallways of the castle. She eventually caught up to Anna at the top of the staircase, with the younger sister putting up her hands as they both shouted "secret handshake!"

1, 2, 3 together, clap together, snap together
You and me together, knees together, freeze together

Up or down together, princess crown together
Always be together, you and me

Putting her foot to the top step, Elsa managed to send a thin slide of ice all the way to the bottom step. Nodding encouragingly with Anna, Elsa held tightly onto her sister as they both went on it, laughing and whooping all the way down. "WHOOOOOOOOO!"

They say a princess is full of charm and grace

They say she always knows her place

They say a princess wears pink and frilly clothes

They say she never laughs and snorts milk out her nose

They say she's calm

They say she's kind

They say she never speaks her mind

Or freezes nanny's big behind

"GIRLS!"

But you and me, we... we know better

"You two will be in so much trouble, just wait til I tell your...!"

The sisters both darted out of the room as Gerda continued ranting, hiding behind a doorway as they giggled to themselves. "Hey Elsa?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you can do that and I can't?"

"Hmm..." Elsa thought for a moment. "Well, I dunno. I wish you could, though..."

They say a princess is super duper sweet

She doesn't fight, she doesn't sweat

And you never see her eat... EEURP!

They say a princess wouldn't climb and scrape her knee

They say a princess wouldn't freeze her tutor's tea

They say she's poised

They say she's fair

She never mentions... UNDERWEAR!

Or longs to see the world out there!

"Anna...? But... she froze your heart..."

"The only frozen heart around here is yours."

Anna tried her best to look dignified and graceful as she turned away from Hans, though she couldn't resist the temptation to turn back and send him spiralling off the boat with a fist to the face. There was a brief moment of hesitation from both sisters as they looked back at each other, but they eventually gave in and wrapped themselves together in the tightest, warmest hug either could give.

"Elsa, I..." when Anna separated slowly from the embrace she looked to her older sister. "If I'd known about you and... and this, I... I never would have..."

"No, it... it's okay, Anna, that... that's all in the past now, right...?" Elsa's tone still betrayed a slight hint of worry, but her face lit up again when her sister nodded excitedly.

"Yeah..." Anna took her sister's hands in her own. "We're together again."

"Uh-huh... and together we'll stay."

Now I'm queen

And I'm your right hand

You'll get to travel throughout the land

I'll tell them of my sister, and the magic things she can do

We'll take care of our people and they will love
Me and you

Anna struggled to get across the ice rink that Elsa had turned the palace courtyard into, just managing to fall into her sister's arms with a clumsy chuckle. "I like the open gates."

"We are never closing them again..." with an excited grin on her face, Elsa swivelled her hands downwards as Anna looked to her feet. She gasped as her white and gold boots were turned into ice skates.

"Oh Elsa, they're beautiful, but you know I don't sk..."

"Come on, you can do it!" Elsa skirted backwards, pulling Anna by her forearms across the rink, both of them laughing like the old days for the first time in forever.

No one can tell us what a princess should be
As long as we're together

You... and... me