Reciting the whole Pra Parit (This is one of the Buddhist chanting. There are totally 12 categories and I tell you, it's not easy, what about those Pali words, took me a week to remember them all.) was not a hard task to me. I could remember up to hundred of microorganism names, accurately spelling them. Drawing the periodic table of element was a baby job. There must be probably five hundred songs I had ever sung and I got all the lyrics alright. I knew I had a great memory but boasting was the last thing I meant to do here. My point was I was sure I had never met this woman, this Queen. And if—if! somehow I really have met her, I would have to be a downright ignorant to forget such remarkable appearance. With that long walnut hair and that pair of marble blue eyes on Thai face—I know that sure is a Thai face, I also know she is half because of non-Thai-like high nose and fair complexion—she would be the talk of the town if not country or world.
"You've grown, haven't you," the Queen said looking down at me, "Carla."
Oh right, she knows the Princess.
The Queen squatted down peering into my face—yes, take a good look Queen, if you've met the Princess before, you must know I'm not her.
"I remember that eyes and that smile," she said, not altogether friendly, "you took so much of her."
"Wh—who?" I asked cagily.
"Your dear mama, my dear dear sister—Nara."
At the same time she spoke, a wall of hard wind blew at me. It was so strong that both Kay and I slid two meters backward and red mark painted on my face.
Kay was holding me shouting desperately back, "Queen Neera, don't do this! She's your niece! She doesn't involve in what Queen Nara did!"
The wind stopped but the air around us went sharply colder, so cold that it hurt my contused skin. "It's wrong enough of her to inherit the look."
This Queen clearly had eyes problem. I was not her whatsoever niece, but I also could not tell her that. The only way I could save myself was, "I didn't do anything—"
"No, you didn't!" The Queen snatched away my turn. "But your dear parents did, and you must pay for them!"
My parents didn't do anything to you! I shouted in my head as the Queen flicked her right hand. The gesture created a snowstorm. Patches of snow flew in circle or maybe triangle, rapidly toughen into ice as they touched me gluing to my body.
"They betray me," her anger increased the volume of her voice, "twice! Carl said he loves me! He said he'll wait for me! But dear sis stole my Carl, no! they all deceived me! And put me in that ice to die!"
The Queen babbled on the drama I did not really want to hear. There were more than enough soaps on TV back at my home.
"I am putting you, little daughter of my betrayals, into that ice coffin too!" Queen smirked. "You must suffer the same fate as me!"
"But Queen Neera," Kay was saying and I hoped it would be something helpful, "you were freezing Edurne! That's why King Carl and Queen Nara must stop you!"
"Silence!"
Alright that did not help Kay.
"Defy me, dear niece," the queen was visibly having a good time exacting revenge on me, "with that power of yours that your mother is so proud of. Defy me!" said the Queen with challenging tone, "and you'll learn how little you are!"
Ice glazed on me, glazed on my consciousness, but strange enough it stayed snow and unattached when it touched Kay. The right side of my face, upper right part of my body which was protected by Kay, and a small area of my abdomen were that left that still felt the air. I would be buried in ice before long.
"If not because of this power," the Queen seemed to be more of talking to herself at this point, "Mother wouldn't have sent me here, and Carl would marry me, and—"
An ice-skidding noise penetrated through the wind as I felt being folded by more arms and saw a blur shape that similar to Uncle Derek raced up before the Queen. It was Uncle Derek because, although not very clear, I remembered his voice well.
"Stooooooooop! Neera! This girl is innocent! She's—" Uncle was about to squirt out the top secret but he stopped his mouth just in time and coughed concealingly, "anyway, stop this, you cannot kill her!"
"Uncle Derek, please do not interfere," despite cold, her voice had respect infused in it, "she must feel the same thing I feel in that ice!"
"Kara!"
"Kara!"
"Princess!"
I remembered these intervening voices too. They were Fayn', Leon's, and Shaph's.
"She cannot fight you Neera." pleaded Uncle Derek, "Take a look at her, take a really really good look!" Nice move Uncle! He's hinting her.
"Of course she cannot fight me, only Mother can defeat me," my eyes were losing their sight but it sounded like she was moving closer to me. Her sorrowful voice was almost next to my face. "Because I have more power, that's why I was sent here."
"For a good reason Neera." said Uncle Derek apologetically, "Only you can free Magic from water. You are here for a greater purpose. You sustain our world from dearth of water."
"I did." whispered the Queen.
"And you did a great job," Uncle Derek came closer too, "you were a great Queen."
"I tried to be—"
Her voice fell off and there was a cold silence among the reminiscing chat which had given me hope. There was a high chance she would let me go—let me go, oh—I relaxed in relief thinking amusingly,—so Elsa!
"I hate her!" she spat into my face and the air became more piercing. "She stole Carl away! Why are you making me look at her face!"
"Neera no!" squeaked Uncle Derek.
I suddenly realized the causes of Elsa's eye's problem—she's blind, I'm sure, and not because of that blue color or the ice—She was blinded by love and vengeance. She couldn't even tell my face from her niece's!
"Master Derek!" That was Shaph. He sounded really panicked.
I was still stuck on that amusing thought at the time. Maybe it was because of the ice that seeped through my brain forming icicles on my nerves. I could not help matching up the information and situation for fun. My dear mouth took on action.
Faintly, I sang 'Let It Go.'
My point here was El—the Queen should—let the rage go♪, and she would rise like the break of dawn♫, let the hate go♪♪, that perfect girl would be reborn♪, she would stand♫, in the light of new days♪, moving on♫♪♫, no one's gonna bother her again anyway! ♪♪♪♪♪
Cr. Disney's Frozen
A mass of cold water washed down on me and I was finally free from the ice confinement as the song ended. The message seemed to reach her. I was glad that she was reasonable and understanding. Panting and grasping for freedom, I blinked water out of my eyes and wiped my wet face with wet hands.
Sitting soused in a small pool of water and thoroughly drenched, I shook as if a vibration plate was set at the maximum strength under me. Trying to say thank you, I pressed my lips to stop the trembles and bit on them pouring blood into my mouth and trickling down my chin. Being out of the ice was not that pleasant after all.
The air somehow was colder-seeming again. The V plate went beyond maximum limit as I shallowly perceived what was happening later. Shouts, clamors, splashing of water, something hitting the ice ground—those were all that I knew before my overworking machine completely shut down.