The Snow And Ice Children dream of Santa Dreams of Snow, The chilly air makes your fingers numb, Faces aglow, The snow cold on the skin, But somehow it wouldn't be Christmas without it and it makes you feel warm inside, Iced houses and park benches, Frozen ponds and lakes, Ice skaters have the time of their lives, Snow and Ice rule these lands, And forever it always shall, This time is Christmas.

The Snow Of An Unknown Source Anna skipped down the hallway singing her favourite song. I smiled from the window in my room. It was my parents old room, I had it now that they had died. I stared out at the Northern lights in the distance that shone over Arendelle. "Elsa?" Anna asked, making her way slowly into my room. "Yes Anna?" I asked, turning around to face her. "Um, well. Detectives say they think they found our parents." She gulped. I glared at her. "Don't be ridiculous! Our parents are dead Anna! I thought we were all over that." I swallowed back the tears. I knew I certainly wasn't over it. "They think she's in Arendelle. Confused about where and who they are." Anna ignored me. "The truth?" I asked. Anna had tears in her eyes and hugged me. She buried her face in my dress, my white braid flopped down on her shoulder. "True." She mumbled.

Hello! Hello! It's pleasant to meet you all! I'm Elsa, Queen of Arendelle! Anna, my younger sister whom you may have heard of (the cheeky devil!), told me about this app, I joined to try and make friends. I'll very happily stop and chat to all of you and discuss matters of all kinds! Don't forget that every day from 6:47-10:45 I will be taking questions! Thank you! ~Queen Elsa of Arendelle