Beautiful Lily

Snow queen

Kristoff bundled up against the sudden gust of chilled wind and fastened the buttons to his jacket. He stood next to Sven by a nearby tree in the woods, simply resting from the evening ride. All he wanted was to be away from the festivities because he knew if he were to see her there with her betrothed he would surely become ill. He suddenly heard a muffled cry from beyond the woods calling his name, sounding a bit like Anna. Perhaps it was wishful thinking. At first he thought it was the wind, but he heard his name again only this time it was getting louder and more distinct.

"KRISTOFF! Kristoff! Please! Help!" cried Anna into the woods. Kristoff, positive that it wasn't a dream, ran toward the sound shouting back, "ANNA!"

"Kristoff! Oh thank the gods," she said out of breath. He reached out and caught her falling into an almost unexpected embrace. "What happened?" he asked.

"My sister! We must find my sister! She froze the kingdom. She's scared, I can help her," she tried to explain in between catching her breath.

"What?! Woah, slow down. What do you mean she froze the kingdom?"

"She has these powers to control ice and snow. I don't know where she got them, or how long she's had them, or why she's hidden them from me to begin with..."

"Anna, why did Elsa run away?" said Kristoff, interrupting her to get to the point.

Anna took a disappointed sigh before responding, "Hans threatened Elsa."

"He did?"

"He knew about her abilities and threatened to expose her, ruining our kingdom. And out of fear she froze him along with the palace and the entire kingdom."

"How come you didn't freeze?"

"I... I don't know."

"Well," he said bundling up as much cloth as possible to keep warm. He blew hot air into his cold hands and started rubbing them together, "I suppose her ice magic would explain the sudden drop in temperature. Where is she?" he said looking around at the peculiar weather.

"She ran towards the mountain top," pointing towards the neighboring mountains, "Just follow the trail of ice and snow."

"We'll take Sven and you can explain to me from the beginning what happened on the way there."

... ...

Elsa sought refuge beyond the mountain that bordered her kingdom. She stowed away her gloves and the first thing she changed was herself, creating a shimmering blue dress that seemed to sparkle in the afternoon sun. She felt renewed and rejuvenated, shedding the skin and horrors of her past. Amazed at her prowess, she managed to glide and maneuver traversing great distances using nothing but ice and snow in ways she only dreamt of. Now that she was away from people and couldn't hurt anybody, she allowed her imagination to run wild, testing her limits and the extent of her power. She pushed snow and pulled ice from out of thin air using nothing but her fingers and hands, all of which came to her as naturally as breathing. All this pent up anxiety, all this energy, finally released and she felt liberated. She moved forward and up creating a master staircase along the way leading up to the second floor of her ice edifice. From where she stood on her pedestal, she looked around and felt the need to make herself a new home. Like a conductor, she was directing her symphony of ice. She pointed at the ground and an epic ice wall began to shoot up from four different sides. She twirled her hands and fingers, this way and that, creating towers at different parts of her new castle. Exhausted and satisfied with her newest creation, she took in a deep therapeutic breath of winter air. For some, the air might have taken their breath away. For her, breathing in the cold was part of her and it was of no bother. She welcomed it because this was her area of expertise. Realizing that she was alone she became depressed and walked back down her recently erected staircase, standing outside the front doors of her majestic ice castle.