A/N- Hey everyone! I'm back, but with Star Wars this time! This is based on a story character I made a long time ago. She is actually the very first character I ever created for anything, fiction or fanfiction. She is based incredibly off of Elsa from Frozen but, please remember that she was the first character I ever created. She was bound to be based off of someone's else's character in some way or another. This is my first multi-chapter story on this site so, I'm kind of nervous but mostly excited (catch the reference?). I hope you enjoy and please review! I love hearing what you guys think! Without further interruption, let's go!

Side note- I don't own Star Wars or the Jedi, but some names and places are my own. I also don't own Frozen, but Nousha Oadeera is my own (and she's NOT Elsa!)

Nousha Oadeera

I stare out upon the icy, barren landscape. The turmoil covered with snow, and the evidence of war frozen in ice.

I fight back tears as I look upon what I have done. People, innocent people, dead. All because I couldn't control myself. I turn around to look at the throne carved from black ice and pulsing with red at its heart.

I shoot sprays of ice from my hand, once again trying to change the dark ice to light. But nothing can erase what I've done. No amount of power in the universe could reverse the damage.

I take a deep breath and face the world again.

Eric was out there, dead. When I first met him, all those years ago, he told me I had more power than I knew. Now, I regretted ever wondering exactly how much power I did have.

I walk out of the massive throne room and down the snow-covered stairs, my feet padding softly. I wander through the castle of ice, the silence broken only by the soft noises of my feet. The courtyards are filled with deep snow and icicles dangle in the doorways.

I reach the place I am looking for. I climb down the dungeon's stairs and down into the dark, freezing room. The iron barred door to the smallest cell is cold against my hand. I open the door and climb in.

I don't feel the cold like everyone else does, so I lay on the floor in only my flimsy, pale blue nightgown. The dark is comforting, but I don't fall asleep.

How can I, with everything I've done?

This is where I hide. Down here, in the dark and cold, no one knows that I'm alive. No one can find me or disturb me. Loneliness is where I am most comfortable, and the dark is my best friend.

I lay for hours, feeling no cold or hunger. I only feel the regret, the sadness, and the fear for what I've done and for what I might do in the future.

Sorry it's so short, but there is more to come! Hope you like it! :)

~Danielle