Young Elsa's POV
"Father?"
"Yes, Elsa? What is it?"
"When do you think Anna can know about my powers again?" I asked.
"Never. She can never know. Do you understand?"
"Yes, father."
He shut the door, and turned off the light.
Then, I turned around, and cried.
Anna is my little sister, she has a right to know, right?
Right?
Oh, well. These dumb ice powers are terrible.
My sister is always sad.
My parents are always gone.
And I'm isolated. All the time.
No one can help me. I will never be able to control these things.
"I can't control them. I never will. These stupid powers,"
"Maybe, I can help,"
I lifted my head up.
"Who said that?" I yelled.
Then I turned around, and saw a boy with white hair, and a blue jacket that ice on it.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
"I'm Jack Frost. Hi, Elsa,"
Jack Frost. I know who that is! He helps bring winter!
"So, how can you help me? I mean, my powers always get the best of me."
"We're gonna have fun, instead,"
