Of Frozen Bitterness

Four; Elsa's Powers

"Anna, please, I know you're in there. Even though it's hard to say. They say "have courage", and I'm trying to. I'm finding ways for you. Just give me time." Elsa looked up to her sister's frozen state as she sat at the foot of her. Anna's face contorted in an effort to stop Hans' sword from beheading her. Her eyes full of fear, yet determination. Even in the state of a statue, she looked absolutely beautiful, absolutely wonderful. If only she had controlled it.

Elsa felt a tear slip down her cheek and she couldn't help but let the rest follow. She didn't know how long she had stayed in that room, mourning and trying to find ways to thaw Anna without having to fall in love with a monster like her. In her silent efforts of trying, there was no use. Isn't her love for Anna enough to thaw her? Must it really require a man?

"I'm right out here to protect you. I'll do what it takes. What am I gonna do?" Elsa whispered in a sad melody as she put both of her arms at the foot of her sister's frozen state and bowed her head. The room was now half isolated with the ice and snow that she had conjured up whilst crying. With that, she choked in her tears, "Do you want to build... a snow - man..."

A knock resounded from the door, causing Elsa to jump up in surprise and wipe off her tears. She composed herself as she forced herself to stop feeling. Conceal, Elsa, conceal.The tears stopped, but her wreckage was obvious as she stared at her reflection in the half frosted window. Her eyes were red from crying and her cheeks were damp with tears as they also feel sore.

"Who is it?" Her voice was monotonous, but she felt that her voice might have quivered upon asking.

"It's Christian, your highness." The formal voice of Christian replied.

Elsa sighed, blew off some air out of her before opening the door to reveal Christian. For a prince who's only wearing black pants and a simple blue shirt, he still looks like royalty with his clean cut hair and ravenous features. Wait, what? "I'm sorry. I just..."

"You don't need to explain." Christian smiled sadly before offering his hand. He didn't bother to look at the room where she was in, which Elsa was thankful for. She also liked how he doesn't push things that she doesn't want. Chalk one up for a man who's actually decent next to Kristoff. "Shall we?"

Christian lead her through numbers of hallways and it took them seven minutes of long, slow walks. Perhaps he was helping her to calm down after having a mental and emotional breakdown inside the said room, which Elsa felt grateful for. She hadn't felt so safe and warm in someone's arms. It had been that way all week.

After finding out that Christian also had the power of ice and snow, she had asked for his help in controlling her powers. Elsa still couldn't believe that there was someone out there who was much like her. The thought of it is rather comforting and somehow, it made her feel just a little bit confident with what powers she possess. Christian had made it a point to show that their powers are more of a blessing than a curse once they know how to control it.

The young Saturday morning was like any other day. Cold, yet it felt less of a distraught then it was during the week where Elsa is still trying to keep herself from having turmoils that would cause blizzard after blizzard in the kingdom. When they arrived at the garden, Christian sat at the foot of the frozen fountain while Elsa sat at the stone base of it.

"Let's try this again." Christian started as he held out his palms, and Elsa followed suit. "Now. Try to remember why you set off an eternal winter in your kingdom."

"Christian -"

"Elsa, please. Just do it."

Elsa sighed in defeat before closing her eyes. She recalled the night of her coronation. Everything was going smoothly and she thought that maybe, just maybe she can keep the gates open the next day. Until Anna came bounding up to her with Hans beside her. Needless to say that the moment she saw Hans, she felt just alittle bit of a prick in her heart. She had very little experience in meeting up with dignitaries and other Princes while growing up. So, perhaps, it was that "at first sight" phase where she had never seen someone so... dashing, handsome, spruce? Elegantly dashingly handsome? She can admit that even though he had been the devil of all that is purgatorial, he was still very good-looking though she hates to say it. Heaven only knew how she felt.