Dear Diary:

I did a bad thing. But dad says I'm not a bad person. I didn't do it on purpose, I swear! It just...happened.

Anna and I were playing, like we always do. We just wanted to build a snowman, that was all! We were having so much fun together, sliding around in the snow. I didn't see her start to fall off of the hill I made before it was too late.

All I wanted to do was catch her! She didn't listen when I told her to be careful! It's not my fault!

It's hers!

If Anna had never been so stupid, she'd be ok, and we could keep playing together, just like we always do, but I guess, little sister will be stupid, and mess things up. I don't want to hurt her again. I have to keep her away from me! My powers are supposed to make me special! But all they seem to do is make me a monster./

"Elsa?"

There's a quiet tapping on Elsa's bedroom door, as a squeaky voice calls her name.

Elsa sits on her bed, holding her stuffed rabbit and jumps, startled at the sudden noise. Almost immediately, her hands start to feel cold. The little, white haired girl looks down to see that her toy has grown icicles on its fur. Startled, Elsa throws the rabbit across the room. The icy figure shatters against the floor.

"Elsa, do you wanna go outside?"

"Anna, please...I'm busy." Elsa frowns and stares at the door, longingly. There is a dull thud at on the other side, as though her little sister has clunked her head into the wood.

"But Elsa," the seven year old whines. "You're always busy!"

As true as that may seem, Elsa can't help but feel like she's lying to her sister. She's rarely, truly busy. It's quite the opposite actually. Elsa is always very bored and very lonely. She bites her lip.

"Please, go away Anna."

There is silence on the other side of the door until finally,

"Ok, bye..."

Anna's shuffling footsteps start to fade. Elsa waits for a moment, before hopping off her bed and scrabbling to the door.

"Wait, Anna!" She rips the door open but by then, it's too late. Her little sister has already turned the corner and is too far away. Elsa considers running after her, but that would mean leaving the confines of her bedroom. She's too afraid to take that risk. With a sigh, she closes the door.

The frosty bunny rabbit is laying on the floor, halfway across the room. Elsa wrinkles her nose and sulks over to it, feeling rather embarrassed at what she'd done. It's dripping with icy water when she picks it up, so she shakes it out, in a pitiful attempt to dry it off.

"I'm sorry," she whispers to the rabbit, holding it close to her chest.

She carries the soggy stuffed animal over to the windowsill and sets it down to absorb the sunlight. The good thing about summer was that the sun could always melt her ice more quickly. The faster it could disappear, the better.

She jumps at the sound of a second knocking on her door, only this time, she is less afraid; hopeful even.

"Anna?" She asks, turning to run for the handle. This is her chance! She's come back!

The lever turns from the other side, and a big set of boots make a clunking sound as they shuffle into the room.

"Sorry, dear, it's just me."

Elsa's face falls, as her father gives her a warming smile. He was always good at cheering her up. She tries to smile back.

"Oh. Hello father." She gives a small bow, as the ladies in the kingdom of Arendelle typically do as they greet the king, and he chuckles.

"I can go and get your sister if you'd like...?"

"No..." Elsa frowns and looks down at her hands. "I don't want to bother her. She's probably already found something else to do." Her father shakes his head slightly.

"You know that she would drop everything and come to you, if you called."

Elsa can't help but feel a little guilty. Of course she knows that! But for now, she'll just have to pretend like she doesn't.

"She wouldn't want to if she knew me."

The king gives Elsa a stern look and furrows his brow.

"Maybe if you'd give her a chance to get to know you better..."

"She'd get hurt!" Elsa blurts out, throwing her hands in the air. Her fingertips surge as an icy spark zaps at her skin. "I'd hurt her," she says quietly, bringing her hands back to her stomach quickly and wringing them together. Her father steps toward her and rests a hand on her shoulder, kneeling so that their eyes line up.

"You have nothing to be afraid of," he says, comfortingly. "Anna loves you, your mother loves you," he smiles, "I love you, regardless of the things that you have done. All of that is in the past now."

Elsa tries to smile but her face just twists into an uncomfortable position instead.

"I just wish I didn't have to hide this from her."

The king caresses his daughter's face gently and sighs.

"I know," he says, as he shakes his head, "but it's for both of your own goods." He kisses her forehead and stands. "I was coming to see if you would be interested in attending your cousin's birthday party this weekend, in Corona." Elsa bites her lip, continuing to wring her hands together.

"Rapunzel?" She tugs at her hair nervously. "I don't think I should. I haven't seen her in years." She frowns. "And she doesn't know about my..."

Curse.

"...powers."

"I think it could be good for you," the king says, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets. "I mean, the two of you could get along pretty well. She's got that hair that glows...?" He raises an eyebrow at the princess and smiles. Elsa clenches her fists.

"But she can heal things. All I do is break them."

Her father takes long strides toward the door and sighs.

"Just think about it, ok?"

Elsa bows we head.

"Ok."

As he turns to open the door, he looks over his shoulder and frowns.

"And Elsa?" She looks up at him, sadly. "Remember what your mother and I always tell you..."

"'You're worth so much more than your gift'," they say in unison.

"I know," Elsa adds, doubtfully. Her father smiles and sidesteps out of the room, without another word.

She wants to believe that it's true, more than anything. But she just can't help but feel like life would be so much easier without her "gift".

Author's Notes:

Hello all! Now I know what you must be thinking:

"Armada, what are you doing!? You JUST ended WCBH like last month! Why are you starting another fic so soon, and while also working in WCBH 2 ((name to be released soon ;) ))"

Well here's the thing:

I plan for this fic to be much shorter than WCBH and also, I'll be updating this one more slowly, while my Jarida fic will be much more steadily updated! Hooray!

Thanks for stopping by and the second chapter should be up soon. ((Or not.. I dunno xD ))