6OMG. Frozen. So perfect I can't even form real sentences. I really shouldn't start yet another story, but I can't help myself it's so amazing I have to write! Okay, first off... uh... *SPOILER ALERT!* yeah, that's right... okay spoilers here! I absolutely love how the act of true love was sisterly love! Disney didn't use the cliche true love's kiss and I'm so happy I could die! Second, I'm a lazy bum and I have lots of homework, so I'm deeply sorry for infrequent updates and I really shouldn't be posting but I am. Third, this is just a prologue, so please don't knock it until you've read it!
Prince Trayton leaned on the balcony overlooking the ocean over fifty feet below. The water was deceptively calm, giving no hint as to the turmoil that raged within the castle walls. Father was worried sick, and that inevitably led to anger. He didn't like to appear weak, and worry showed weakness.
Trayton brushed his messy black hair out of his eyes as a servant ran out on the balcony to bow before him. "My prince, the King wishes you to come speak with him."
Trayton sighed as the servant shivered. The weather had been positively frigid the last few weeks, despite the fact that winter was just beginning. It was going to be a harsh one, that was for certain, but Trayton didn't mind so much. It was always warm in the palace. "Tell my father I'll be there shortly," he said as he turned back to the ocean.
"I'm sorry, Sire, but he demands you come at once," the servant explained nervously. Trayton pitied the poor man. Not everyone was exactly pleased when they were summoned so forcefully, and it was easy to take it out on the messenger.
Trayton nodded. "Alright, I'll go straight away." He smiled as the servant's shoulders sagged with relief, and decided he must find out who'd made him so afraid. But that was a matter for another day. Now, he had to see what his king and father needed from him.
The air instantly got warmer when Trayton stepped inside, and he perked up a bit. He hadn't realized how cold he'd gotten standing outside for so long. He exited his quarters and walked swiftly down the hall until he came to the large, regal staircase that led to the throne room. His father would most likely be sitting in his throne, discussing important matters of state with his two eldest sons, Balen and Char.
Sure enough, Trayton descended the stairs to find exactly who he had expected, along with Father's chief advisor. "Father," he said as he knelt on one knee and bowed his head. "You called for me, what may I do for you?" Perhaps it was a little formal, but Trayton was old-fashioned. Better to abide by every custom and formality than to risk offending anyone by failing to do so.
King Rodrik looked up from his debate and grinned broadly at his third oldest son. "Trayton! Polite as always, eh?" Another advantage; being polite put others in a good mood. "We were just deciding the best way to keep the people warm if this winter gets as bad as it looks to be." Trayton waited for Rodrik to wave him forward before he stood and approached. "Leave us." The King nodded at his sons and advisor, who all bowed slightly before leaving the room.
"Father?" Trayton asked questioningly. It was unlike him to exclude his oldest son from any discussion, let alone one that involved immediate family.
The King sat in his chair and rubbed his forehead. "I'm worried about your brother," he said bluntly.
Trayton raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. "Which one?" He asked lightly, though he knew perfectly well. He was worried about the one he hadn't seen in months.
"You know exactly which one I mean," Rodrik accused. "He was supposed to return weeks ago, but he hasn't even bothered to send a letter. It only takes a few days to travel across the ocean." Trayton nodded and clasped his hands behind his back as his father continued. "You're the only one I can entrust this task to, Trayton. Balen is my heir, and Char is second in line if, God forbid, anything happens to his older brother. I can't risk letting either of them go into such a dangerous and unknown situation, but..."
"But you need someone important enough in our Kingdom so as not to offend them by appearing as if you don't care enough to send a real emissary," Trayton finished his father's thought. "I understand, Father, and I'll do as you ask."
King Rodrik smiled slightly. "You were born to be an ambassador, Trayton. Always willing to do what needs to be done in the name of peace."
Trayton preened at the compliment and tried to stay humble, but he couldn't help it if the words were true. "Thank you, Father. And what are your orders?" It was clear what the King wanted him to do, but Trayton couldn't just show up in a kingdom he'd never been to before without a formal explanation as to why he was there.
"Your orders, Prince Trayton, are to travel to the Kingdom of Arendelle immediately and retrieve Hans, your youngest brother, and to find out what has transpired these last few months."
I like Frozen. A lot. I think I'll watch it again today. And maybe draw Elsa again. And write another chapter of this. And sell my soul in exchange for a sequel movie. Please review!