A Frozen Tale
It has been three hundred and sixty-five days since I was thrown into this asylum by my parents. Three hundred sixty-five days since I danced under the sun's warm glow. Three hundred and sixty-five days since I killed my own sister. Three hundred and sixty-five days since my powers were discovered.
One hundred and twelve, one hundred and thirteen. I count the cracks in the walls. Numbers have been my best friends this past year. The only thing keeping me from going insane. Ice crackles from my fingers. If my parents see... I slide my gloves on before anyone checks the camera. At least they were soft.
"All hail the king and queen!" The messenger, Arnold, chants. "Unfortunately, the crown princess has been unwell lately. She cannot join us today." Some sickness I have. "Some weak crown princess! She's been 'sick' for a whole year." snickered a measly boy, blurry through the icy window. You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raise me...
I've been staring at this window for 2 hours. Children are playing, the loving glow of the sun protecting them from the icy storm I am. How I long to dance in the sun like we used to. Me and Anna... Oh, Anna. Guilt stabs at my chest as tears slide down my cheeks. I controlled my sobs once; I can't do it again. I cry, and I sob, and I weep. I cry until I'm besotted by my own tears.
"Elsa, wake up now!" I hear my mother shout. "What is it now?" I dare to ask. "Your ice has managed to reach me and your father's bedroom! It could have killed us like it did your sister!" She scolds. As if I didn't already know, my ice killed my sister. The way she froze as my ice struck her heart... Tears threatened to leak from my eyes. But I wouldn't cry. Not in front of her. "My ice may have led to my sister's demise, but what you are doing to me is much, much more torturous." My mouth blurted the words before I could think twice. "Elsa, look, I feel bad about what we must do, but-" "You don't get to tell me you feel bad." God, what am I doing? "Elsa, we love you, but-" "No, you don't! Someone who 'loves' me wouldn't do this!" "That is it! You are not getting any food tomorrow! That'd be what someone who doesn't feel bad would do!" She snarls at me. "No, I'm sorry, please don't-" I'm cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut.
I can't take this any longer. I need to escape. An idea forms in my mind, but I can only do it now in the dead of night. Well, there is no time like the present. I begin forming shards of ice to break through the misty window. ¡Smash! The glass shatters. Creating a path of ice, I find my way to the gallows. Finding my bearings, I reach the end. So, I take a deep breath, and I leap from the gallows and tumble onto the nearest street. I made it! But I'm not free. I never will be in this kingdom.
