The date was October 1st, 1834.
A little girl with blonde golden hair raced down the halls of the Palace of Versailles.
"Your Imperial Highness," said her caretaker who was chasing her. "Please slow down."
Elsa giggled as she passed by the staff and officials who were in the Palace of Versailles for an official business. They stood aside as she passed and bowed their heads in respect.
"Your Imperial Highness," the caretaker called again, lifting her skirts slightly to keep pace. "You must not run in the state wing."
Elsa did not slow.
She darted past a pair of clerks carrying rolled documents. One of them flattened himself against the wall just in time.
"Pardon, Your Imperial Highness," he said automatically, bowing as she passed.
Elsa laughed, the sound light and sharp in the high corridor.
Two guards stationed at the junction straightened at once when they saw her.
"Princess," one of them said, lowering his head.
She did not answer. She was already turning the corner.
