I don't often write poems, but this one came to me in the middle of the night and I had to write it down. It's about Elsa's feelings towards her gloves before she revealed her powers. Enjoy!
Gloves
They confine me, they trap me, they keep me from being me.
They nurture me, they protect me, they keep others from seeing me.
My fingers are prisoners, driven near insanity.
My fingers are survivors, maintaining prosperity.
I hate my gloves, I despise my gloves, without them I'd be free.
I love my gloves, I need my gloves, without them all would freeze.
I wear gloves for my people, to keep the warmth and peace.
Sometimes the comfort of others means the suffering of a queen.