Frozen in Time

    I�ll never forget the day I was born.  She simply waved her hand and I was there, though it took me some time to wake up.  I don�t remember much about my birth, save for the cold.  From the cold I was born, and in the cold I shall remain for my eternity.  Mother didn�t stay though, but simply left.  The intense joy from which I was created left her with no time to dilly dally over me.  Nay, she continued her climb up the mountain, commanding the frigid air and snow around her.  She was happy and so I was happy, but it wasn�t long before I was left out in the cold.  My birthday was an interesting day, to say the least.  I just wish Mother Elsa would�ve given me a warm hug.

    In the timeframe from my birth to Anna�s Rebirth I took part in so much.  The climb to Mother Elsa, the escape from my brother Marshmallow, rushing Anna back to the castle, and watching as Elsa brought her sister back to life and learned how to control her power.  It was interesting to watch as Elsa gained control of her power.  With a snap of her fingers she could create a blizzard and when she stomped her foot ice would glaze the ground.  Yet, the only way she could create life such as I was through pure emotion.  I was created from pure joy, and Marshmallow was born of fear and anger.  For some reason, love could not create life.  At least, from a magical standpoint love could not bring life.  Love is a strange beast, to say the least.  

    However, even though Elsa could bring life through love, Kristoff and Anna had no trouble with it.  A year from Anna�s Rebirth the happy couple married, and about a year from that their son, Klaus, was born.  The boy was a delight to play with.  With my little cloud above me I would let him play with my limbs and put his hand in my chest to mess up the snow.  It hurt when he ripped my arm from me or clawed at my insides, but I didn�t mind.  Klaus loved me, and I loved him.  Even though I did not age, he still continued to take time here or there to play with me.  We would go out and race around the courtyard, or we�d try to guess what the average townsfolk did that day.  There were even days where he would go with me when I took my trip to the castle�s garden.  

    The garden was my favorite place in the castle.  The vibrant colours of the flowers created the most brilliant tapestry of beauty, and the smells of the flowers were simply divine.  Even though my nose was a carrot I would have to change out consistently, I could still close my eyes and null all my senses save the sense of smell.  The aroma of the roses as I whisked my wooden arm past it to stir the scent was incredible.  Even after all this time the smell of a blooming flower to me is filled with a magic not even Mother Elsa could conjure.  

    Ah, Mother Elsa.  She turned out to be one of the greatest rulers Arendelle had ever had.  All under her rule flourished, and life was wonderful.  Through Mother Arendelle learned to accept and appreciate magic, which eased my soul.  Chances dictated that if they had not accepted her magic that they would reject me in kind.  I held a close relationship with my relatives inside the castle.  They never seemed to mind me stumbling in here or there to see what they were up to.  Hell, there were days when I would go to help Kristoff.  At least, I tried to help Kristoff with the ice.  There was never too much that I could do to help him and Sven.  I would just scout around while they mined the ice and I would let them know where another good patch was so they didn�t have to look around too much.  Anna and I continued to have little adventures here or there, but they were never on the same scale as when I first met my aunt.  Still, we enjoyed the time together.  I did, at the very least, and she seemed to.  

Originally I had assumed the entire incident in the winter created by Mother Elsa would keep Anna from going out in the winter, but it was in fact quite the opposite.  She loved to go out in the winter.  She would wear those same boots she got on the trip up the mountain, and we would trudge up the mountain to different spots depending on the weather.  At the least we would travel up to Oaken�s Trading Post.  It was surprising how much she enjoyed the winter.  I loved her, and she loved me.  I loved all of them.  Of course, one day time came.

I don�t mean the time came, but exactly what I meant: time came.  Time came to reap what it had invested so much in.  I remember the Papa Troll telling me that magic can drain a person.  I never exactly knew what that meant until I sat beside Elsa�s bed with Anna, Kristoff, and Klaus.  Elsa was only fifty two, but time wouldn�t listen to such trivial reasons.  I�ll never forget Mother Elsa�s last moments.  She held the hand of Anna in her own and watched as her sister�s tears fell like rain from her cheeks.  Elsa couldn�t cry, but it was apparent there was great sadness in Elsa for having to leave her dearest sister.  Snow materialized and hung in the air as though each flake was strung up by threads, and the air grew thin and cold.  The room became an icebox.  With eyes full of sadness Elsa muttered her last words.

�I love you.�

Anna fell onto the bed, crying into Elsa�s chest as she gripped her sister tightly.  Kristoff held his son and did his best to comfort, but no one in the room could keep from crying.  All but me, anyways.  I cannot cry.  However, I did notice something peculiar change.  I glanced up and watched as the cloud Mother Elsa had given me so long ago evaporated, leaving me without my constant winter.  

It was then that I realized I had a hand in my Mother�s death.  All those years Elsa had kept using magic constantly, keeping me alive with that cloud throughout the seasons.  I wish I had known.  I would have told her it was okay to let me go, and that she was more important than I.  Perhaps she knew that I would say that though, and that�s why she kept it from me.  I had never wanted to cry more in my entire life.  Through all the despair it almost went unnoticed that another entered our midst.  The snow that had hung in the air began to swirl in the center of the room, and we all turned to see what was happening.  The air grew colder and the snow whipped around quicker and quicker, and then suddenly he was there.  My youngest brother was born that day.  

While Marshmallow was abnormally tall and wide and I was just small, my newborn brother was more the size of a man.  However, this was the only human quality he bore.  His shape was similar to mine, in that it was smaller balls of snow on bigger ones.  Instead of three like me though he had six circles.  This gave him a very tall and lanky figure, one that seemed fitting of the moment.  His arms were wooden like mine, but his arms were much longer than mine.  They angled down to the floor by default, and almost touched said ground.  He had some coal on him when he was born too.  My coal was buttons, but his coal was the eyes.  The cold, dead eyes.  The snowman before us was quite intimidating in stature, but he posed no threat.  Once he formed, he merely stood in the middle of the room looking to each of us.  First me, then Anna, Kristoff, and finally Klaus.  After looking at us he slid forward, getting up to the bed.  We all gave the newborn a wide berth, unsure of him.  However, he merely looked down at Mother Elsa.  Nothing more.  I slinked closer to my brother and reached up my branch as high as I could on his back, patting it gently.  It was then that the Newborn first made noise.  It was not a noise of anger or joy, but sadness.  He sang a tune with no words, a haunting melody that will forever be etched into my memories.  He was born of Elsa�s sadness.  

We all sat and listened to the newborn serenade our dear Elsa, tears streaming down all faces but mine.  Then, he left.  He turned on a dime, and very slowly left the room.  It would be a good while before I see my brother again.  We all looked to each other, but no one wanted to speak.  Moments later a scream could be heard from the hall.  Someone had seen my brother.