What started as seemingly harmless fun, ended in tragedy. Had her parents not acted fast enough, Elsa would have lost her dear sister. She and her family had just returned to the castle, unsure of what to do next. Elsa felt terrified of her own power that she once payed little heed to. A week passed when her parents came to her, giving her gloves and announcing that she would be confined to the castle for the foreseeable future. She ran off to her room, which she no longer shared with her sister, to cry. Elsa didn't know what she could do. She didn't want to harm others, but just the same, she wanted a future too. A future, of which to her eyes, had just been denied from her. She was doomed to be alone. Lonely, stifled, and an outcast.
But eventually the small girl had an idea: if she was doomed to be alone, then why should she be confined to these walls when the snow-capped mountains, not too far away, seemed endless in their boundaries. Elsa left home that night retreating quietly beyond the kingdom's horizon. When her parents awoke with her nowhere to be found, they turned the kingdom on its head, looking for her. It was a matter of her safety, and the people's. They never found their eldest daughter. Years of grief wore on them, accelerating their aging, and inevitably leading to their premature deaths.
She trudged through the mountain path, starting to feel her journey was hopeless. It was not the bitting cold that was wearing at her, (her powers seemed to negate that) but the tired ache in her legs. She came to a halt between two peaks with harsh winds assaulting her from every direction. She shielded her eyes as dust-like snow was whipped about around her. If she was going to live out in this mess, she would need some kind of home. She decided to try and use her powers then and there. She waved her hand in front of her, concentrating as hard as she could. In front of her appeared a sort of snow "brick". Then she made another, and another, and another, until she had enough to stack into a small little hut.
Now shielded from the snow, she sat in her small dark shelter, remembering her family, and began to regret her decision. She missed her sister, and her mother and father, and family dinners, and all the things that made her childhood wonderful. She had to remind herself that even if she were at the castle, those things where no longer possible. She slept that night and had a dream, a dream of little bees, ones that didn't hurt her but did as she said. She was their queen bee.