A/N: I'm very sorry but for this series, I might be writing rather slow. I'm quite busy but I promise to write till the end :D My first fanfic gave me courage to upload this so enjoy :D

Greeting her like an old comrade, the wind howled and caressed itself through the cruel waves of the sea. Weak and vulnerable towards the impenetrable force, the sea gained its momentum and sprang upwards, animating into a huge explosion of bubbling water. The lightning strikes again, flashing. The sea glitters. The clouds grey. And all was brought to nothing but dismay.

Though the sea continued on its triumphant rage orchestrated with the thunder above its deadly wavering surface, a lonesome object with all its vigor emerged. It sailed. Through thick and thin, it bravely sailed, sometimes hovering up into wet air, losing its already slippery grip with the sea. It had no choice but to continue on. What can you do when you're stuck in the middle of the sea and were greeted with the worst storm in the history of Arendelle?

A blonde woman raised her arms, waved it to the left and right, feeling the coarse sensation of the strong breezy wind rubbing against her cold fragile skin. She took a deep breath and as she exhaled, a trail of mist and snowflakes appeared before her quivering lips. When she punched her fist into the air, hoping to miraculously pummel into something, the water raised as it froze.

And there goes the ship.

She heard a voice. Distant but indescribably distinct. High but serene. Hopeful but so fearful. She couldn't hear clearly what the voice was trying to say but if she had to choose a word to describe it- she would've gone with desperate anytime. She could hear echoes of pants and maybe pleas.

At such a difficult time like this, she couldn't describe what she was feeling herself. She had a gaping hole in her heart and she felt as though anything would've filled it and killed her. Any second by now. She could feel it. A wringing stain of guilty pain in her heart…

"Elsa!"

Finally awake, Elsa jolted upright, feeling her back crack at her swift reflexes. And there it was again. Something she has always despised upon ending her slumber- sunlight. Blinding her with its ever-illuminating rays of light, she promptly had the back of her hand pressed against her eyelids. She blinked a few times irritably- her blonde lashes outlining her smooth movements.

However, there was something not quite the same compared to her usual awakening these days. One thing she has always hated about waking up was that it was particularly warm. The heat pinched her skin everywhere, feeling as though they might just shed and mercilessly scrape off. And instead of having the cold air surrounding her body protect her from what she believe could have been anything, she had these heat waves hitting against her skin and slowly made herself feel naked and bare against anything that could have injured her. Slowly but steadily, she would sense the summer air peeling off her non-apparent armor, melting it and leaving her whole body vulnerable.

Did anybody else feel the same way? She has always wondered. How would it feel like without these powers? How would it feel like during winter for everybody else? Was it too cold to bear? Or was it just so pleasurable to always be enveloped with this invisible armor? She has always been curious.

But it was different today. There were no heat waves flickering against her. There was no sensation of her skin shedding like a snake flaking its scales. It was so, so, so comfortable. It was…

"Elsa?" Anna spoke, shutting the curtains hastily. The small rays of sunlight created a lonely streak of yellow on the carpeted floor- far away from the Queen to suffer its bright cheeriness. Elsa exhaled and what happened next made the butterflies in her stomach flutter. She breathed out mists and snowflakes.

Having the light shielded by the curtains now, her vision came back bringing along a small hint of hope for the new day. It was vague at first. Then, she realized what made that morning all the while different from the others. Her whole room was frozen. What she would once anticipate every morning was completely frozen- the sounds of the grandfather clock ticking, the heat prickling against her, the lit desk filled with contracts and agreements and scrolls. Everything was covered with ice and snow.

She gulped, swallowing in what felt like reality. Something she has always found difficult to admit true. Muffled footsteps grew louder from her side and she found Anna slowly walking up to her in her pajamas and… boots. She looked down to herself. Her skin was pale and she was uncontrollably shaking. Her hands were shivering like a leaf in the wind. Elsa mouthed words and intended to voice out her one million and one questions but nothing came out. It was as if something just blocked out her throat. Instead, she had puffs of mists fading around her.

Anna sat beside her sister. Elsa felt the side of her huge bed sinking. The crumpled and messy sheets cracked as loud as throwing off a piano out of the window would when Anna gently placed herself on top. Both of them looked down with baffled looks. It was the ice. The bed was frozen too. Elsa shook her head. "What happened?" Elsa asked whispering with a shaky voice but it was too soft for even Anna to hear it. "Anna," she spoke, a bit louder with desperation. "What… What happened? What made me do this? I…"

Anna quickly hushed her when she saw from the corner of her eyes that the wall near the window immediately formed spikes. She strategically shifted herself closer to Elsa's bent legs to block her view of the icicles but it was to no avail. Elsa realized and she had herself gasping in shock, speeding up the process. "Elsa, please," Anna said, slowly grabbing Elsa's wrists. "Just… just calm down,"

"Don't. Touch. Me," Elsa demanded, snatching away her hands. She experienced something else as well. Something she had no issue of before. She was shivering. Besides the time she found out about Arendelle casted with an eternal winter, she has never experience this in her life. She felt weird. She didn't feel hot. She was scared. She felt afraid about what was happening to her room. The lack of knowledge made her feel so fragile. She thought she had controlled her powers but how could it have broke lose when she just woke up? Suddenly, she realized what the strange feeling was. "It's so cold," Elsa whispered, curling up her body. She buried her face into her knees, rubbing her arms.

Anna looked at the Queen. It was odd for herself as well seeing her sister that was the Queen of Ice and Snow shuddering before her. It was weirder than having Kristoff be in the mental perception that Sven always had opinions on everything. She heard Elsa starting to sob, her shoulders arched upwards. She gripped her sleeves and wanted so badly to just have her powers stop going out of control. She was so embarrassed too- crying like a weakling in front of her younger sister when here she was, the Queen of Arendelle. Conceal, she thought. Don't feel it… Conceal it…

The tears kept trickling down her cheeks and her body started to shiver worse than before. Anna slowly opened up her arms and wrapped them around Elsa, knowing better than anyone else that she would definitely try to pull herself out. She did but Anna didn't allow her to let go. Elsa had her hands pushing Anna's shoulders but she just couldn't win her sister over. She was too frightened to push with all her strength, having a solid feeling that her powers would just interpret her movements as assault. "Please, I don't want to hurt you," She whispered into Anna's ear, looking at the mist she has breathed out. Anna was so warm. Despite being in a room blanketed with just ice and snow, she was still warm inside out. Touching Anna, Elsa thought, has never been an uncomfortable experience but more of a paranoid situation.

Even though she hated heat, Anna's warmth was something else. It didn't seep through her skin and felt as though it tried to infect her. It was so nice to just sink into her. "You won't," Anna said, a smile cracking against Elsa's shoulders. She hugged Elsa tighter and gently rubbed her back. "I know you won't," Elsa breathed slower and slower to a normal pace, just enjoying the moment of this pleasurable physical contact she has missed out for thirteen years. She has forgotten how it felt like- to be touched… To be loved…