The Mother was sitting on her throne, her legs crossed, a bothered expression. No servant dared to enter her room to ask for anything. After all, she was in a very bad mood. She didn't want to talk with anybody. If someone ever appeared in front of her, she would lose her patience.
The servants feared when the Mother lost her cool. Every time it happened, the world got so small and fragile that it seemed like it would break apart. That's just how frightening her aura was.
'Even after all my countermeasures, even after everything I did to prevent them from getting to this point... I tried to fight against destiny, and I thought that I could be able to change it completely, but it's been so hard since the very time when I received that prophecy from Elsa...'
She wasn't the type of woman to keep lamenting all day like it would solve any of her problems. She was a person that liked to act, order and see things functioning as they should. She was a perfectionist, after all.
