The Lost Prince: Chapter 12

Gothel looked around the spare room that she was led to. The Arendelle palace was a very fine place, indeed, and her bedroom was no exception. She was examining the furnishings when she spotted a small mirror. “Gerda, please get a covering for this immediately,” she commanded.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Gerda replied, feeling a bit intimidated.

“I will also need a classroom prepared for the girls, including books, pens, ink, and parchment. The only light source should be a single candle hanging much too high for the girls to reach, windows should be covered, and the door shall remain locked at all times, with the sole bearer of the key being me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am- I will get to it right away.”

“Good. You may be dismissed.”

That afternoon, Elsa and Anna were introduced to Gothel. As they curtsied to her, Gothel looked over the girls and noticed how Elsa seemed to be much more proper than Anna. She knew that Anna was still young, and it pained her to try to make her be like her sister, but she knew that that was what the King and Queen wanted for her. Or rather, what the King wanted for her.

“Today I am going to see what the two of you already know. First, I want each of you to write your full name and title- this will be very important as it will become your signature.”

She watched as Elsa sat down at her desk with perfect posture, and wrote her name in neat cursive.

“Very good, Elsa. Anna?” Gothel quickly glanced around for the girl, not seeing her. Then she heard a small giggle from behind the window covering. “Anna!” she scolded, pulling away the curtain to find the giggling girl. She shook her head, then said, “Anna, show me how you write your name.” The girl walked sluggishly over to her desk, and wrote her name in jumpy capitals, spilling half a jar of ink in the process.

Gothel then had an idea about why the girl had hidden from her but needed to test it first. “Elsa, go pick out a book from the bookshelf and read me the first page.” Elsa chose a book that was a bit hard for her age, and read the first page beautifully, with perfect pronunciation. It seemed to almost paint a picture in Gothel’s mind, which was exactly what she had meant to happen. “Now you try, Anna,” she told the younger girl, who had seemed as drawn into her sister’s story as Gothel had been. Anna stared at the bookshelf for a little bit, then picked out the smallest book that she could find. She opened it up to the first page, which happened to have a picture on it, and started telling a story about it. The strange thing was, it was just as good of storytelling as Elsa’s, even if she wasn’t reading what was on the page. It was almost as if she had something that Elsa didn’t- a bit more creativity or imagination. But that would have to take a backseat to learning, as the King would be very displeased if he found out just how far behind his younger daughter was.

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