Elsa climbed to her room
and then sat with a cry,
as she gazed at the sunset
that bruised the night sky.
Her life had been altered
just a few months ago,
when she finally embraced
the cold and the snow.
Her sister had changed her,
and now they all knew
of the powers that she
had once tried to eschew.
But the exile that she
had chosen and faced,
now changed into one
that was fraught with disgrace.
People now saw her
as an enchantress with powers
instead of the queen
who ruled from her tower.
They stared at her hands
with greed in their eyes,
but hid their true purpose
with silver-tongued lies.
But that wasn't the worst
for the neighbouring lands
began questioning her
and her right to command.
Some cried that she
controlled too much power
and would use it in ways
that would cause men to cower.
Yet others exclaimed
that her talents were signs
that inside lived a devil
with destructive designs.
All the oppression and risk
began eating away
at the edge of her mind
just day after day.
She had no one to turn to,
not her sister or friend
so she tiptoed around,
trying not to offend.
For though her dear sister
and her reunited,
the contact between them
remained stilted and blighted.
They both loved each other
as families do
but the years built a wall
they just couldn't break through.
There were other people
and to her they flocked,
but to her they were pigeons,
all pretence and talk.
They all wanted something,
of that she was sure;
a friendship to flaunt,
or a bride most obscure.
So instead of enjoying
the autumn marquee,
she sat in her room
with tears falling free.
For though she had once
been locked up on her own,
now that everyone knew,
she never felt more alone.