A/N: A simple drabble written for helsa/iceburns week. I am one for subtleties.
"If you would just stop this winter, bring back summer. Please." Prince Hans pleaded to the captive queen. Despite the mess, he hoped he would not have to dirty his hands.
Elsa looked to him, her eyes strained, almost in tears.
"Don't you see? I can't-" Her voice broke.
His eyes widened, realizing she had no answers.
Does Queen Elsa really have no such control over her abilities?
"You have to tell them to let me go." Her cry broke the chill in the air and the two looked at each other, both with a different kind of desperation seething inside them.
The prince curled his hands into fists, feeling a burning that started in his core, pricked through his system, and settled in his fingertips. He nodded to the queen.
"I will do what I can."