Let It Go by Idina Menzel
The cold seeps through her skin and runs through her veins, becoming one with blood held within.
She used to sit on her bed when she was younger and let the ice spread across the palm of her hand, down the creamy skin of her thin arm. The coldness was more comforting than the warmth of the blankets her parents put on her bed. It wrapped around her like a cocoon and made her feel safe from the judgmental stares of her parents and the servants.
She thought that controlling the cold was a gift, a present from the gods.
It wasn't.
She saw the way her parents looked at her, the fear behind the love, barely hidden.
Conceal, don't feel.
Ana was the only person in the world who truly loved and cared for her.
Don't let it show.
But Ana didn't know boundaries, how some things, and some people, just needed to be left alone.
Conceal, don't feel.
All she wanted was to be normal, to be like the kids that played outside the gates, laughing and dancing around.
Don't let it show.
She doesn't want to hurt people anymore.
Conceal, don't feel.
It's not her fault, is it?
Don't let it show.
Maybe she is a monster. Maybe she is dangerous.
Don't let it show, don't let it show.
But why can't they accept her for who she is?
Conceal, don't feel.
It's just so hard to hide it all.
But she has to, she has no choice.
Don't let it show, don't let it show.