Elsa peaked out of her window and watched her little sister struggle to roll the large ball of snow around the snow filled courtyard. Anna slumped against the ball of snow and it all crumbled and fell to the ground, she gave a heavy sigh and looked up to Elsa's window. Elsa ducked down, ice shooting from her fingers. She jumped down from her window seat and clasped her hands together.
Her bedroom door creaked open, she watched with fear, holding her hands behind her back.
"It's me Elsa." Her father's familiar voice said, "I have something for you." He took a step in the room and revealed two small, cream gloves. He kneeled down so he was at her height.
"Here." He said, putting the gloves on her icy cold, bare hands, "The gloves will help, see? Conceal it-"
"Don't feel it." Elsa finished.
"Don't Let it show." They both chorused.
"Can I come In?" Anna's muffled voice echoed through the keyhole.
"No Anna!" The King got to his feet and quickly left the room.
"Well why not?" Elsa heard Anna ask.
"Elsa's, err, Busy Anna." He hesitated.
"Elsa's always busy." Anna sighed, trudging down the corridor.
Elsa looked down at her gloved hands, she felt guilty, but it was for Anna's own good, she didn't want to hurt her again.
She went back to her window seat and looked at the ice she had made, sparkling against the glass. She placed her hands firmly on it, closed her eyes and said, "Go away ice." Nothing.
"It won't go away." She sighed, "It will never go away."