The Snow Queen’s column is published whenever she visits The AG’s newsroom. This piece was published in yesterday’s morning edition of the paper.
“Do I really like living in the wild?”
“Can I get used to being outdoors all the time?
“Doesn’t it get boring, hanging around with animals and spirits?”
These are just some of the well-meaning, good-hearted questions I get when I visit Arendelle on the weekends. Anna says that many Arendellians miss me, and that is very kind of them if they do. If being the monarch of our kingdom was my true place in this world, I would have gladly stayed and taken on all its pressures. It wasn’t simply because I couldn’t take it. Plenty of sovereigns and leaders face backbreaking burdens. That wouldn’t be a sufficient reason to abdicate and pass on the throne to Anna.
Rather, the throne quite literally was not for me. My place as Snow Queen was elsewhere, up north with the tribes of Yelena, and with Bruni and Gale and the others.
So, to be as honest to the readers of this newspaper as possible: there isn’t much I miss about being ruler of Arendelle. What I do miss are certain… sights. Sounds. Smells.
I miss the warm smell of freshly baked bread in the morning, and sitting down with Anna to discuss affairs of the day (if she was awake in time for breakfast).
I miss the silky softness of my blankets in my bedroom (can someone let me know if Olaf has moved into there?). I’ve always been sensitive to touch, and I recognize things by how they feel against my skin.
I miss Olaf’s goofiness, and how he made me laugh whenever I was stressed or exhausted from my duties.
I miss picking clothes with Anna for her dates with Kristoff. And I miss being Kristoff’s agony aunt, lending him my ear and advice whenever he was feeling nervous about his relationship with Anna, or whenever she got huffy at him and he didn’t know why.
Do you know what I don’t miss? Being looked at with suspicion or fear, even hatred. Of course, that hasn’t happened in a while, not since the Great Thawing. In my current situation, I couldn’t care if people feared me, anyway. I have nothing to despise myself.
What does flabbergast me is now that I’m Northuldra’s spirit guardian, a bill is being debated in the Great Assembly to restrict foreign and Northuldran influence in government and at court. Part of this bill may be to restrict or deny me visiting rights to the castle. For as I am no longer Arendelle’s monarch, I’m of “Northuldran influence,” a foreign agent who should not have such intimate access to the Queen – I mean, my own sister – and her decision-making.
I know that I’m writing this piece as part of my editor’s plan to rally public opinion and persuade parliament to rework the bill so that it doesn’t affect me, or trash it altogether. I appreciate what chief is trying to do, and I know that she’s in touch with Anna to make all these moves against ministers who don’t like me. And there are plenty of other officials who do support me. They and Anna are doing everything they can to vote down the bill.
But my heart grows weary, and I sometimes want to say to Anna, “Stuff it! You and Kristoff, come live in Northuldra with me!”
I’ve stopped caring about what other people think – and if they think me a bad influence on Anna, how could I change all of their minds?
But pay me no heed, dear reader. I’m like this when I let me mind wander into darker places. When Anna, or Kristoff, or chief pull me out of those dark corners, I feel a bit better and am reminded of the Arendelle Her Majesty and I promised to build: together.
Arendelle is as much my home as it was when I was queen. So I miss every bit of it. So there!
Signing off, the Snow Queen