The day my parents decided to send me to boarding school was the worst day of my life. What was I going to do all the way across the Atlantic Ocean in New York? I mean, I had heard that New York was the place to be in America, but I failed to see how it was better than my home country of Norway.
Norway was beautiful. Old buildings, gothic churches, rolling green hills, a shimmering harbor, and plenty of beautiful places to go; not that I willingly went to any of them. What did New York have? Times Square and Boadway. That's it. The horrid place was famous for being incredible busy and loud. Yay for me.
I don't even know why my parents choose to send me to another school for my junior year. I hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, I thought I had been doing well in hiding my powers.
My powers. Only my parents knew of them, I didn't even tell my own sister Anna. And as far as I knew, I was the only person on the face of the Earth to have the ability to create ice just by thinking about it. Sometimes I don't even think about it, my emotions slip through my walls and create the ice all on it's own, which was why it was so hard to control my deadly power.
So when my parents told me the were sending me to New York, my ice kinda went haywire.
"What! How the hell did you not mention this to me earlier?" I could feel my walls slipping, and struggled to maintain them.
My mom looked nervously at my dad, then spoke softly, "we just want what's best for you Elsa."
"Best?" I pulled at my platinum blond hair, "how is sending me to a place I don't know, with people I don't know, going to be what's best for me? You...you just want me out of the way so I don't fucking embarrass you." The ground at my feet frosted over, and there was snowflakes falling from my hands. I stopped trying to stop the flood of betrayal and anger that flowed through me, and let the ice burst around me in bright displays.
"Elsa, I just want-" my dad began, and I started running for the door. Down the hall, second door on the right, the one with blue diamonds on it, was my bedroom. It was there that I sought comfort, flopping on the bed, crying. I didn't have may friends because of my powers, I didn't get out much, and the ones I did have I kept at an arms length. The only person that I felt who knew me better than anyone was Anna, even though she had no knowledge of my powers. That being said, even she and I were sometimes distant because of the Ice.
Anna was the most caring person I knew. Anytime someone was hurt, or even just sad, she would do everything she could to help. She was also very stubborn, and determined. I remember when she was baking chocolate chip cookies for my birthday one year and she kept burning them. Anna wouldn't give up though. She went through at least six batches before I came home and found her in the kitchen, incredibly frustrated.
I wished she could help me right now. But even if she was home (which she wasn't she was with her friend Kristoff), she couldn't help because of the ice that spun in flurries around me.
The cloth sheets under me had been frozen for a while, creating a crosshatch texture, and tiny geometric shapes formed out of frost on top of it. Ice coated everything: my four poster bed, my window, my closet, and my door was frozen shut. I had created icicles on my ceiling and mounds of snow lined the walls. All of this because I was leaving the place I loved.
I didn't want to.
But how could I stop it?