"Do you want to build a snowman..."
At the last word her voice faltered a little. A tiny drop began to stream down her slightly blushed cheek. Lately, tears had become her everyday routine. After her parents' death she was a drifter inside the walls of Arendelle palace. They were as cold as ever. She knew it was her home as well as her place. But she couldn't feel it now. She had no one left except her sister - a sister seen at the funeral for the last time. She remembered when she shed a few tears, not able to stand the pain anymore. Elsa didn't do that. She kept the straight face. Only in her eyes she noticed a gleam of sorrow, sadness and — well, it was possible — the fear. She didn't know what was her sister afraid of. Maybe just like her—she was afraid of the future. They only had eachother and yet, she could never have an ordinary talk with her. Elsa used to build walls around her. Great, powerful and as cold as herself. It wasn't always like that, though. She had a few memories in which they played together, smiling. They were building snowmans, having snowball fights... Unfortuntely, it was very long ago. Now she was hoping that her sister would open the door before her, just this once, and open her arms, and then—maybe even her heart.
"Elsa?"
Gentle as the wind blow, a sob came from the another side of the door. A person leaning against it shivered. But not from cold—from sorrow. The snow twirling around her and hoarfrost on the walls reflected her mood just perfectly. She felt lonely in the middle of the blizzard. She couldn't tell anyone about her abilities. She was always supposed to be quiet and push away any feelings. She had to let go of her own sister, a sister she loved so much. She knew the power over the ice she had could kill Anna. She almost did once. A warm tear dropped at the heavy fabric of her dress. She cowered more in the companion of cold and loneliness.