Anna was fussing near the window of the carriage curiously looking out for something that catches her attention. With imaginative perception of the world, she keeps on making up stories about a ghastly monster with purple spots and pink tail that hides in the bushes ready to attack their carriage by twilight. The queen tried her best to look interested at the repetitive storytelling of her second born child who just learned to talk in straight sentences as expected in the provided milestones of any toddler at this age. The story kept on for a while with innovative songs that has nonsensical lyrics until the child felt exhaustion and grabbed the queen's sleeve signaling to suck milk from the majesty's breast as she felt an overwhelming tiredness and might probably doze off to sleep after a satisfying suction.
The queen accomodated the toddler and seated the child on her lap for proper positioning while she exposed her left breast for the comfort of the child. She smelled the forehead of her daughter while being engrossed with the faint sweet scent of a baby and quietly laughed as she recalled the story of a purple spotted monster. The monster was not at all created imaginatively by the child but it was the bedtime story told to her every single night to prevent her from coming out of her grandiose room in case she found herself bored with curiousity to explore the castle. The queen is aware that a child this age cannot still open a heavy bolted door with magical spell on it but it will come to pass that she will sneak out when she will come of age as she might feel imprisoned inside her room though security is tight. It is better to be cautious than to regret at all.
As Anna sucked the fluids out of her breast, her highness caught a glimpse of dissatisfaction from her first born child across her in the carriage. The child, almost ripe for school, was poised and well mannered but is looking unsatisfactorily at two people in front of her. The queen instantly recognized the kind of gaze she is well familiar with blood-curdling sensation of uneasiness and heightened fear. She has foremostly attempted to hide her apprehension so she could be able to radiate love and acceptance to her first daughter but the incidence that happened weeks ago with Anna can't be forgotten yet. In the instance that their eyes met, she commanded the coachman to halt the horses which has surprised the king who sat beside their white haired daughter across her that made him stop reading a binded book that has instructions of the ettiquette and regulation of the neighboring kingdom they are about to visit. His majesty has gotten the signal and put down the book away so he could evaluate his daughter who is now fidgeting beside him. traces of frost writhed on the heavy piece of magic cloth that was wrapped around the trunk and hands of the child with its opposite end tied to the thick wood piece behind her so she could not be able to reach her family as she desired to.
The king reached out and carressed the long locks of white hair owned by his daughter beside him. He smiled softly as he observed the freckles on his daughter's nose and cheeks that made her even more beautiful than she already is. As she looked at him, her pale white skin makes her blue eyes exquisitively tantalizing with a shape that copied his. He observed her small red lips that remind him of his own and with that, he is proud that by the time she reached her age, she will be the exact female version of him although skepticism has spread over the kingdom that this child was not his own sue to the color of the eyes and hair which seems impossible that both parents have dark hair and brown eyes. If they have only known the truth behind, the people would understand but this must be kept shut from the speculations. In addition to protect the secret, He made a decree applicable only inside the walls of the castle that anyone inside who passes the dark untold story beyond the gates will be executed and family members of the deceased cannot claim the body as they will. Though he has always known that this child has almost caused the death of his wife that dreadful night, he still accepts and loves his daughter dearly without a trace of fear or resentment towards her.
The royal carriage came to a halt as ordered by the queen. the carriages that came after them has followed. The knight that sat beside the coachman has gotten the hint and went on to fulfill his duty as instructed earlier before the journey has began. With full armour, he trodded to the carriage next to the royals and opened the door to unleash the chains of the nearest prisoner that the royals took with them. The prisoners, mostly theft, were promised to be freed in a condition that they will never repeat the reason why they were put to the dungeon. They were told that this freedom is a virtue of the forgiving king and they should flee and never to return to Arendelle again. The promise of freedom has given hope to the prisoners that they had willingly accepted the terms.
The lucky prisoner who was released from the bounded chains has thanked the knight and ran as fast as his feet can take him to the thick unholy forest where sunlight can't penetrate the ground. It does not matter if he was released in the middle of the untouched forest where no person walks in it. The fact that he was free has brought euphoria in his blood and was excited to see his daughter, little Lilith, after only a week of imprisonment. He always thought that he was the luckiest to be put in the dungeon of Arandelle among other kingdoms since the warden was always so generous about giving hefty meals. Sometimes, he pondered about requesting his wife and daughter to be imprisoned too so they could no longer be famished than to beg for something to eat since life in the prison is better than the harsh reality outside it.
The darkness of the forest has gotten to the point that it looks like the sun has set when in fact it was still the peak of the day. Without a weapon to defend himself from wild animals, the prisoner fretted as he continues to tread the unwalked path going to nowhere. He hasn't walked long enough when he caught a glimpse of a little girl standing not far from him. She seemed to be a part of the royal family or from the upper class family where they can afford a tailor to make a dress specifically for them. A plan has started to form in his mind where he could make a great fortune out of the lost child in exchange. He won't harm the child to increase the fortune and since she is the same age as his little daughter. But as he got nearer, he noticed that the eyes has no sclera in it. It was pitch black. the stare radiates a chilling sense of overwhelming terror that he shut his eyes tightly for a while blaming that the darkness of the environment might have tricked his eyes. As he opened, a bag caught his sight. It was a cloth bag wrapped on the girl's waist with a hole at the bottom where white dusts continuously leak out. He traced the dusts that form a trail to where the child had trodded by. But by the time he was about to move forward towards her, she made a frantic sound that petrified him. Before he could evade the girl, he was struck by a cold ice in his chest that knocks him to the ground. Almost immediately, his feet was rooted as ice formed around it.
The king and queen waited for some time after a faint terror-stricken scream of a man echoed through the woods that caused a flock of birds to take off the trees and transfer to a safer place temporarily. Not until then, the king ordered the knight to fetch his daughter deep in the shadows of the forest.