(Ok so I literally went through this and made new stuff and took out a few things so it is not the same as before and a whole lot better. If you read my start of the book before I began editing it than please tell me things that you noticed that I need to fix or add to make it make sense.)
Elsa's P.O.V
I slowly glanced around my old room, looking at all the objects that had been my only company for the 13 years I was hidden away. At the end of those 13 years I had frozen the kingdom and almost killed my sister. I know. I'm such a wonderful sibling. It has been about a year and a half since then. Luckily I haven't frozen anything else since and have been able to take my place on the throne. My younger sister, Anna, has been helping me practice controlling my powers. We like to (well mainly her) call it "TOTALLY TERRIFIC AWESOMELY AMAZING FROZEN FUN SUPER SIBLING THERAPY TIME." As you can tell she is terrible at coming up with names.
Anyway, Anna is practically the only thing that keeps me going. I know this sounds cheesy, but my love for my sister and her love for me helps me melt all the ice and thaws my froze heart. She saved me last time... You know? The year I froze the kingdom... And her. I don't think I will ever be able to repay her.
I swept my gaze across the dull room. Everything looked exactly the same. So much the same. Same same same. The sameness is terrifyingly nerve racking.
My old four poster bed was in the middle of the wall opposite the door. The faded, satin blue covers still neatly tucked in without a single wrinkle. It looked lonely and depressing. On each side table next to it, sat a small candelabra. They looked so new and untouched, despite the waterfalls of wax that dripped down the sides... Almost everything in this room looked oddly still and tidy. Not only did it all look the same but it also looked... Sad.
The room was dark and damp and blue. The only light came from the big bay window. The window faced the town with a great view of the streets, houses, and markets along the port. I walked over to it and sat on the plush window seat. I pressed my hand against the cool, frosty glass. The touch was so familiar and yet so far away. It reminded me of something. But I just couldn't lay my finger on it. As I thought of the icy feel of the window I couldn't help but let my mind travel to the one place that I somehow knew would only end I my misery and something going terribly array... The night I froze my sister's heart.
Oh that day was horrifying. Dreadful. Sickening... But still I liked the feel of the icy window. How could something so beautiful remind me of something so terrible. The more I thought about it the more I came to fear the feeling of the window.
It was all so terrible. It was so like that night! That terrible terrible night! The night I have feared! That FEARFUL! FEARFUL NIGHT! That night when my life came TUMBLING, like a boulder rolling down a mountain. CRASHING like an avalanche smashing down a cliff! BOOM!!! SCREECH!!! STOP!!!!
My head spun with the nostalgia of last years events. I felt so dizzy. I wobbled off the window seat. I had to get out of here. My body wavered like a house in an earthquake as I made my way to the door. My foot work was sloppier than that of the people who stay at the tavern to late, drinking more than their fill of alcohol.
It took me a good 10 minutes but I made it to the door. I reached for the brass door knob. BANG! Everything went so fast... But to me it was almost as if I was in slow motion. I could feel my weak grip on the door knob slip and my feet stumble out from under me. I reached out with my other hand. If I could only grab the handle I could steady myself before I completely collapsed. I felt my my fingers brush against the cool medal and then... BAM! My head collided with the door frame. My temple pulsed and my vision grew hazy. I flailed my arms hoping to grab hold of something. The decorative porcelain pots came crashing to the floor, as I tried to grab anything I could to stop my fall, but the shattering sounds were muffled by a high pitched ringing in my ears.
I felt my self collapse to the floor. My vision got darker every second. My head spin and I could practically feel myself loosing a grip on my powers. Why was I losing control of them? I had fallen before. This never happened. I shrieked as my temple pulsed so loud I bet Hans could hear it all the way in his home of exile. The spinning sensation in my head felt like I had been spinning for 70 years.
I could feel ice leaking out of my hands and into the humid summer air. Just think about Anna. Just think about Anna. Anna Anna Anna. It wasn't working! WHY WASN'T IT WORKING?!?!? I felt more cold air fill the room. I have to stop this. I have to stop this. My vision darkened and the last thing I remember was a cold feeling wrapping itself around something inside my chest.
