Michael’s Musings: A Trip to Elsa’s North Mountain Ice Palace

By Michael, Trade Minister of Arendelle

I had a very pleasurable talk with our Snow Princess Danielle (“Danny,” she loves to be called!) about the getaway that shew and and her Mommy, the Snow Queen Elsa, will be taking at Elsa’s Ice Castle at the North Mountain. Danny and I talked about my first time there and that I’d be writing this article for my column.

It was just after Elsa had come home to be the Queen of Arendelle with then-Princess Anna, who was helping, watching, and learning as she watched Elsa perform her duties. Being queen of even our small Kingdom of Arendelle is still very stressful. Even a Snow Queen needs to have some time away and a place to retreat to now and then for some rest and relaxation, and as her power grew, some experimentation and fun! I asked Elsa about it and she (with a little encouragement from Anna. Elsa was still a bit shy then) invited me to come anytime.

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The Authorised Royal Biography: An Emotional Reunion

When Elsa heard a knock at the door she did not know what to think. Who could be here? How did they find her? What did they want? It did not matter. She would simply ignore them and if they did not leave she would frighten them away. She was the snow queen, and she wanted to be left alone. It was only when Elsa heard the intruder call her name that her heart stopped.

It was Anna! Anna was in the ice palace.

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The Authorised Royal Biography: The Queen’s Exile

Elsa ran, harder than she ever had in her life. Her elegant heels clacked desperately along the icy surface of the frozen fjord. She ran away from her people, from her sister, from her failure. She had finally cracked. Despite her best efforts, she had failed. Her parents would have been so ashamed. After what seemed like an eternity, Elsa stopped running and began to walk. It did not matter where. Just as long as she was alone. Elsa felt numb and it was not from the cold. She did not know what to feel. She had felt nothing for thirteen years and now she felt every emotion hitting her at once. As she kept moving, Elsa found herself walking up the North Mountain. It seemed a fitting place for her to live out her exile.

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