Hello my lovelies! This was just a little idea I shook up for the winter holidays. Just wanted to see what kind of response I get. Please review to let me know what you think!

In my messed up life, I've survived by following three, simple rules.

1) Do NOT become attached to anything. It all goes away in the end. Nothing is everlasting. They claim that love and friendship is, but I have several centuries worth of lives to prove that wrong.

2) Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should I ever look into others buisness. If I stay out of theirs, they'll stay out of mine. It's quite a simple concept really.

3) Whatever happens, NEVER break rules one and two. Life can be happy. Well, not happy per se, given my condition, but it can be bearable if I follow my rules.

And that's what I've done, for the past five centuries. I've isolated myself from everyone, living up where I belong. In the cold. Every decade or so I pick up any needed supplies in a big city where I won't be picked out or deemed odd, but for the most part, I stay away from others, enjoying my solitude.

Until yesterday.

Oh, how I wish I could time travel back to yesterday, and slap my stupid self in the face. I honestly wish I could grab myself from yesterday by the shoulders, and shake her silly, demanding what in the past five centuries possessed her to be stupid enough to break rule number two, and in essence, rule number three. Unfortunately, that isn't physically possible.

But then again, I thought eternal life wasn't possible either.

So why couldn't I have teleportation too? Was it really too much to ask for? Honestly?

Anyways, back to the point. I broke my rules, which is why I find myself in my current predicament. And you know the sad thing? I know why I did it, even though I try to tell myself I don't. Because there's always a reason for everything I do.

And this time it just happened to be that I was lonely.

"Please, you don't understand. I need to leave."

"And you don't seem to understand that we need answers," Nick Fury's voice rings around the interogation room, making me flinch. The metal of the table that I was resting my hands on quickly turns cold at my anxiety, and I pull my hands away before Fury can notice.

I bite my lip and look around the room. "Isn't this against the law or something?" I try. "You can't just kidnap me."

Fury narrows his one eye at me, and I shiver as his voice lowers. "Normally, yes. But seeing as how you were trying to hack SHIELD's computer mainframe from a tiny igloo in Alaska in the barren of winter, and you nearly succeeded, forfeits any rights you previously had. Now I'll ask you one more time, Ms. Anna. Why were you trying to hack us?"

Alright, that was insulting. It wasn't just some little igloo. I took pride in the home I had built. Yes, it was made of ice, but it still was much more advanced than those Inuit could build. I had based it off of my room back in Arrendele. It was the epitome of awesome.

I close my eyes as I contemplate telling him the truth. If I do, perhaps he'll let me go, before I let anything... slip. For the hundredth time in the last five minutes, I curse my stupidity. I had been living in peace for centuries in Alaska. Everything was going so good. And then my stupid curiousity got the better of me.

"I was looking for one of your files," I finally mutter, taking a breath to control my fear. Fear has always been my biggest enemy. It snatches away the little bit of control I've managed to attain over the decades.

"Which file?"

I bite my lip, a piece of my white-ish blonde hair falling out of my loose braid and into my face. I brush it behind my ear, wishing I still had my gloves. I have so much more control with my gloves. When it's concealed, and I don't feel it, it's easier not to let it show. Unfortunately, SHIELD took most of my stuff, leaving me only in my blue dress, which falls to the floor and is fitted like how women used to wear several centuries ago. I don't exactly have any modern clothes. I do only have the pattern of my dresses from the sixteenth century to go by. Not like I see anyone in the middle of nowhere anyways.

I take a deep breath, before closing my ice blue eyes. I can feel the chair beneath me starting to turn to ice despite my will otherwise. Fury doesn't notice though, he just intensifies his glare.

"Tell me, Elsa."

As I feel the last of my resolve crumbling, my eyes flash open.

"The Avengers," I manage to whisper.

And then the ice explodes out of nowhere around me.

Now pause.

You might be thinking, huh, I wonder who just broke into the room. Or I wonder who just shot the gun, or something like that. But let me tell you, it's not. I wish it was, I honestly do. But unfortunately, my luck ran out sometime during the French Revolution.

So in case you were wondering, it's me.

I caused the ice to appear and expl[ode out of no where. But it's not like I did it on purpose. Much.

"What in the blazes?"Fury's one eye goes wide as he stares at the snow that covers the surface of the room. Icicles hang from the ceiling, looking threatening and beautiful at the same time. I sigh and lean back in my chair. No hiding it now.

"More like, What in the Ice," I supply dryly. I dance my fingers along the now frozen table top, fresh ice patterns traveling in my wake. Fury starts to shiver, but I don't even notice the cold. I've never noticed the cold.

In the snowy light, my skin looks almost stark white now. I've never had any colour of any sort, save for the purple tinge to my lips. But in the snow my skin seems to turn even paler. I wouldn't be surprised if my blondish hair has gone white. A piece falls in front of my face again, and I blow it away.

"What are you?" Fury asks, eyeing me suspiciously. I sigh.

"Well, if I knew I'd tell you. All I've managed to figure out is that I don't exactly die easily," I smirk humourlessly. "And the cold doesn't bother me."

People have started to bang on the door, but it's frozen shut. I glance up at the shivering Director.

"You want to know why I was looking for that file?" I ask bitterly, closing my pale blue eyes. "I heard that you have some freaks like me. And I was hoping you could help me figure out what I was."

I wonder if he knows my story. It's been fabricated into myth and legend, although it's still there. I know because I visited once. My kingdom. Arrendele. It still stands to this day, covered in ice. An eternal winter. The doing of my fleeing. The doing of my cowardly attitude. People still live there, telling the story of the princess who cursed the land, which is why the snow never melts there.

"What is your real name?" He asks me, lowering his voice. I sigh and hold open my palm, snow swirling above it out of no where.

"I've adopted many names over the centuries, but the one you most likely know me by is Elsa Arrendele," I tell him quietly.

"The princess who froze her own kingdom and fled on her coronation day," Fury says, but to my disbelief he doesn't act as though he doesn't believe me, but rather as though he does, and he's just putting the pieces together. But then again, for someone who works in the job of wackos, perhaps my news isn't all that shocking.

"I didn't do it on purpose," I mutter darkly, the snow that was swirling carefree above my palm a minute ago, freezing and falling to the ground. "I can't exactly control it."

Fury's eyes go wide. "So if you can't unfreeze the door," He asks, "How do you propose we get out?"

I shrug. "Do you have a blow torch?"