Once Upon a Time- Queen Elsa of Arendelle

Prologue

I do not own Once Upon a Time or Frozen.

I am heartless. What is having a heart? Having strong feelings? Loving something to such excess, you wouldn't harm it for the world? If that's what having a heart is, I am without a doubt, heartless. Not only am a heartless, I'm selfish. I know well where I should be. My apprehension towards my powers grows with every passing day.

When I was born, I was pale, with strawberry blonde hair to match. But then, when winter came around, as the first snowflake touched my head, my hair transformed to white. Mother used to say that was how I inherited my "gift." Father believed that I had been born with it, but it had become clear when nature decided I was ready to take the part.

Back when I was a child, my powers were a populous topic throughout the castle. "It's a gift!", they'd say, "With great power, comes great responsibility." Having the power of winter was fascinating to people without any knowledge of magic. I was given a rare gift that I wouldn't have traded for every star in the sky. That was until mother had a baby. I had been given a sister. Someone to play with, someone that would make the castle seem less lonely. As she grew up, we became best friends. Eventually she became the thing I wouldn't have given up for every star in the universe.

It's unfair that the happiness we had had to go away. Now I know where I should be. It's my fault.