Elsa

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She was born with the curse,

Of ice in her hands,

And tried to "Conceal it, don't feel it."

But alas, she couldn't hide it,

And let it show,

And hurt many in her kingdom.

She tried to run away,

And shut out all she knew,

But that was her biggest mistake.

She shot ice in her sister's heart,

Which eventually lead to death,

And Elsa couldn't stand the pain.

She killed her sister.

She could have saved her.

But no,

She was too selfish.

She was now left with nothing,

Her kingdom was after her,

And all her family was dead.

She looked at her reflection,

On her solid ice floor,

And knelt down with silent tears on her face.

She punched her reflection,

Hoping maybe it would change,

And show someone that wasn't her cruel self.

Instead the ice cracked,

Distorting her face,

And she tilted her head in wonder.

She looked like her sister when she reached her icy fate,

And an idea sprung into her head.

She looked down at her hand,

Stood,

Held it in front of her chest,

And shot ice into her own heart.

At first she was only cold,

So she tried it again,

And this time crystal designs spread over her torso.

She shot her powers once more,

Just for good luck,

And turned completely to ice.

Now she was dead,

And fell to the ground,

Causing her frozen body to shatter to pieces.

Before she was gone once and for all,

She released one more breath,

Whispering,

"Anna, I'm so so sorry."

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This is my favorite one so far.

I think I just ruined the best Disney movie ever.

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