"Conceal it, don't feel it." I mutter to my Father, who nods his approval. Occasionally he stills comes in to see how I am faring, and every time he is more skittish than the last. My Father has grown to fear me. Still, I must give him credit for still mustering enough courage to enter- Mother never comes pass the thresh hold anymore. The only time I see her is when my Father exits, and she smiles halfheartedly in my direction, her eyes wide with fear. The routine is no different this time, but as quickly as I see her, she disappears as my Father closes the door behind him.

As soon as their footsteps disappear, I peel off the gloves and toss them to the ice-laden floor. I cannot find it in my heart to be angry at them for their apprehension, however frustration always seems prominent within me. Even when Father is in the room he might as well be miles away. I am always completely, totally, irrevocably, utterly alone.

I am pulled from my thoughts at the sound of racing steps that slow in front of my bedroom- It's Anna. She's the only one who will slow down, and sometimes stop, except for Father, but his footsteps are not filled with such a carefree merriment around my quarters. I walk to the door, leaning against it as she calls out my name.

Sometimes I am so tempted to answer her that I must throw myself on my bed and remind myself that I will kill her. Talking through the door will lead to secrets, secrets will lead to her trusting me, perhaps even to me trusting myself, and it will end with Anna… I squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a sigh of relief as her footsteps disappear down the hall. The breath crystallizes in front of my lips, and crashes to the floor.

I make my way back to the window, and stare out to the snowy landscape below. Winter has been my favorite season since I was young- It is the only time when I can occasionally sneak outside and mess around, if only for a moment. It doesn't fix anything, but sometimes it lessens the weight I'm constantly forced to carry.

Tonight, as soon as the castle remains quiet, I throw open my window. The cold air rushes in, but I can't be bothered to care. Instead, I lower myself to the ground, creating ice to be my hand- and foot-holds. This is the only time I have to not be afraid, and I relish in every moment as I run over the snow-capped mountains to the heart of the forest, daring to allow myself to smile.

I lift a hand, watching as snowflakes burst from it. "Control it, Elsa. Control it." I command myself, the snowflake growing taller and wider. It weighs heavy in my hand, and the fear comes back. I gasp and the edges of the snowflakes freeze, and they fly outward like spears of ice, piercing the trees and ground.

Crying will not fix anything, so I hold back the tears and clench my fists, spinning around when I hear a muffled gasp of surprise. I pull gloves from my pocket, pulling them on and taking a few steps back, nearly stumbling over myself. "Watch out, princess, you're going to kill someone."

I squint until I see a shape in the woods, a bit taller than me and leaning on a staff. A shard of my ice spear lies at his feet, when it clearly should have impaled him. "Who are you?" I call out, and he jerks upright in surprise.

All I hear in return is a whispered, "You can see me?"

Author's Note- Please, please, please let me know what you thought! This is my first ever crossover fanfiction, so uh, bare with me por favor. Followers/reviews/etc. are the absolute best thing in the world. Thank you so much for reading! (also, if anyone wants to volunteer to proofread, well, that'd be swell, haha.)