I've always wanted to be a princess since I was a little girl. It sounds like the perfect job. A castle, nice clothes, travel, a little crown to wear on my head.
It seemed like the perfect life.
I loved studying history and anything about princesses. For a brief time at school in America, I found out that anybody could be traced back to royalty. It made an impression on my nine year old brain. What started as a school assignment (trace your family tree), turned into an obssession.
It drove my family nuts!
"Daddy, half of my class is related to the Queen of England. Does that mean they are princesses and I' m not?"
"Poppi, it doesn't mean anything, unless they have hundreds of birth records to prove it. Everyone here wants to be related to someone famous. That's just how it is."
"So, Beth and Janet and Mary won't be princesses before me?"
"I doubt it highly. Go do your homework so you won't be behind."
"I don't have any today, I'm doing more princess research."
"Your other homework came in the mail today. Go do it so you don't get sent back to kindergarten next year. Yell if you need help, I'll be in the yard."
"This sucks, long distance homework. If we just stay here I won't have to do all this work."
Dad gave me the look.
I continued my quest for princesshood that whole school year. I enlisted the help of grandparents, great aunts and uncles, anyone who might have any records that could lead to a crown and a castle.
My grandfather regaled me with stories of Vikings coming on ships from Norway. Erik the Red, Leif Eriksson, Harald the Bold, the norse gods and goddesses.
"Where are the princesses? I have to be related to a princess!"
"Poppi, I cannot change your ancestors, there are no princesses."
"Thor's Hammer! My ancestors suck!"
"Go to your room, Draumsoley. You are tiring my head with that slang!
Uncle Jake came to the rescue.
"Why are you crying? Is school that bad?"
"I'll never get to be a princess, I have the wrong bloodline. I'm a loser from the north pole. No princesses there!"
"They're wrong. There are princesses in Iceland, we just don't advertise them like the rest of the world, because of their magic powers."
"Uncle Jake, do not try to amuse me."
"I'm serious, you are descended from the Ice Princesses, a top secret legion of warrior princesses who control the weather, can freeze water with one look. Princesses who can fight evil and kill dragons and ogres. Princesses who can make a volcano erupt with the blink of an eye."
"Do they have castles? Crowns? Ladies in waiting and all that?"
"They live in the caves in underground castles, their crowns are helmets and they carry golden swords. Much cooler that princesses that just go shopping for ball dresses."
"so how do you know I am one of these princesses?"
"Red hair and brown eyes, only the ice princesses have that colouring."
"Warrior Princess. Poppi, Warrior Princess! I like it uncle!"
I traced my family tree back 14 generations, that was as far as I could get before Daddy threatened to shut off the phone service. My long distance calls were getting expensive.
The days dragged by. The class continued with it's family tree presentations of kings, queens and princesses. Then it was my turn.
"I traced my family back fourteen generations. It's about nine hundred years or so. While there is no royal family or throne in Iceland, we do have Ice Princesses. There is no way to become one, except to be born to it. Every few generations, a princess is born with magical powers. Warrior Princesses with golden swords who can freeze water into ice with one look. They can talk to animals and control the weather. If you make them mad, they will blink their eyes and make the volcanos erupt! When an Ice Princess is born, her family knows it immediately. It is a rare and special occassion that is celebrated. Some of you make wish to be princesses, and if enough people die, like ten thousand or so, you may get to be princess of a foreign land. Some of us are born princesses and we don't even know it until someone tells us the secret of our identity.
"I am Princess Draumsoley of the North. A warrior princess."
I didn't get picked on for the rest of the school year.