Two of the Same Snowflake

Unsuccessful Attempts

Four years later . . .

Elsa's P.O.V.

"Are you ready?" Jack asked. I nodded confidently, sliding off my gloves. We had been working on controlling my powers for the longest time. Sometimes I would be able to control them. But most of the time, they would take control and ice would spread on the walls and floor. Anna would sing at my door everyday and ask if I could build a snowman with her. I felt really bad that I never had the chance to play with her. I was shutting her out of my life. She must feel left out.

But I was getting worried about this training session. What if it didn't work? What if I never mastered my powers? But I stood in a ready position anyway.

"Okay. Now just think of happy thoughts. I believe in you," said Jack. I closed my eyes and formed a ball with my hands. I thought of when I used to play with Anna. But then came the memory of the ice blast. When I struck Anna, the day I had to lock myself up, when Anna begged for me to come out.

I felt the ball in my hands expand then explode before me. I stumbled back and fell, then saw that the wall had been painted with ice and frost. I picked up my gloves from the ground and shoved them on. "I can't do it," I said in defeat, hurrying to the corner that was frozen over. Jack looked at me, a sad expression on his face.

"Elsa, let me help you," he said, getting closer to me. I pulled my hands away and backed away from him.

"No. You have to go. I don't want to hurt you." He backed away, a solemn look on his face, and nodded seriously. With that, he flew away. "Mama! Papa!" They hurried into my room. I could see mama's eyes were watery. I didn't like seeing her cry. It was my fault. "I'm scared. It's getting stronger!" I said, looking at my hands. Maybe the prophecy was true. Maybe I would never control my powers. But I had to. I had to keep them hidden from everyone.

"Getting upset only makes it worse. Calm down," papa said, coming in closer to me.

"No! Don't touch me!" I said, moving away from him. "Please. I don't want to hurt you," I added. I was acting a bit rough around them and I felt sorry. Papa moved back, away from me, as mama wrapped her arm around his. I'm afraid this flaw will never be perfected.