"The more I want to go outside, the more the feeling of anxiety builds up within me for everyone's life is in danger. All because of this wretched curse that was meant to be beautiful in the eyes of the beholder." Elsa Arrendelle, as described from one of the voices in her head was instable, incapable of controlling her powers- better yet her curse as which she labelled it herself. She always held onto this dim light, glowing meekly as she pursed her lips together. Elsa hoped one day the curse would bring good into the world, gracing smiles of pure overwhelming happiness to the Kingdom of Arrendelle. But of course, not everything is a fairytale. Ever since the incident- all of those dreams, crashed down to a million pieces, not even the finest of crafters could fix. Even Elsa, the once ambitous little girl could mend her own broken heart. Until she met a fellow guardian, Jack frost who conveniently rammed himself towards her bedroom window.