By her sister's deathbed, Princess Anna of Arendelle sat, weeping.

"Don't leave me, Elsa. Please." She begged, tears running down her cheeks. The winter wind blew, as if wanting to let Elsa live. But her wound is fatal. Prince Hans has struck her hard on the stomach. He had finally escaped after five years in prison.

Elsa managed to finish him once and for all, striking his heart with an icicle, but before she was able to, his dagger hit her torso, and she fell to the cold frozen ground, clutching her stomach. Anna had run over to her, screaming and crying.

Elsa smiled despite the pain, blood pouring out from her wound. It spiraled around the ice, creating painful patterns.

"You'll be a terrific queen, Anna." She said, tears starting to roll down her eyes. They froze in contact with her skin, making them look like little crystals.

"Not as great as you." Anna replied, caressing her sister's face. The moon stood above them, shining over the two royals.

With all her strength, Elsa lifted up her hands and created a beautiful ice necklace, with flowers and snowflakes and swirls woven on it. She smiled as she handed her last creation to her sister. She took it with shaking hands.

"It's beautiful, Elsa." She said, smiling. "I'll never let it melt."

"It won't." she reassured. "It's made from my love for you, and true love never melts."

Anna felt more tears brimming up her eyes. She'll miss Elsa so much, but she knows that her sister would want her to move on. She would want her to be the greatest queen ever.

"I love you, Elsa…" she whispered, now full-on sobbing. Elsa smiled.

"I love you too."

Elsa felt her heart speed up, her lungs scraping against each other, fighting for air. She looked up and saw the moon, big and shining. Mama, Papa, I hope I made you proud, she whispered. Slowly, her heart gave up. Her eyes slowly closed, and air escaped her lungs. The last thing she heard was her sister's faint sobbing, whispering her name as tears stained her cloak.

Elsa's body hit the cold ground, and she jolted awake. Looking around, she saw trees covered in snow all around her. The ground was frozen through, and she was alone. It was dark, and it was so cold. The cold had never bothered her before, but now, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like her body was encased in ice. She wrapped her arms around herself, desperate to keep warm.

The moon was above her, glistening. It almost seemed to call out to her. She stared at it, awestruck.

Your name is Elsa the Snow Queen, and you are one of the two winter spirits.

Elsa's eyes grew wider. Did the moon just talk to her…? There wasn't anyone else around here, and the voice certainly wasn't her own.

Her name was Elsa, and she was the Snow Queen. That had a nice ring to it, she decided. Slowly, she raised her hands and snowflakes fluttered from them. She slammed them on the ground, and the whole field became encased in a second layer of ice. She stood up and began to walk north, where she could see a small, remote village.

Before heading towards the village though, she looked up again. "You said I was one of the two winter spirits… where is the other one?"

No answer.

Maybe the moon really wasn't talking to her. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she still decided that from now on, she will be known as Elsa the Snow Queen.

"Excuse me, ma'am but can you tell me where I am?" she asked a woman that was about in her early thirties. She was already in the village.

The woman ignored her, and instead picked up the basket of apples next to her and actually walked through her. She was taken aback. How did she do that? Can anybody see her?

She started to run around the village, frantic. She kept talking to the people, waving at them, trying to get their attention. But no such luck. They all ignored her; kept walking straight on as if she didn't even exist.

Reality hit her, and she broke down on her knees, her mind fumbling. What was happening? Why can't these people see her?

Conceal, don't feel. Don't let them see, she thought. The words sounded familiar in her head, as if she has been saying them her whole life. But that's impossible. She can't remember ever saying those words.

Suddenly, ice shot from her fingertips and froze a nearby tree, completely covering it in ice. The people were shocked by this, and a few kids started touching the trunk.

Why can they see that but not me? She thought once again.

Sullenly, she ran away from all the commotion. She was so confused, and so scared. Why was this happening to her? Why did it have to be her?

In her hurry, she didn't notice the boy standing in front of her. With a thud, she bumped into him, her tears staining his shirt. Awkwardly, she raised her head to apologize, but instead of deep fury, a mischievous smile greeted her.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Frantically, she nodded.

He smirked once again, helping her off. "I'm Jack Frost, by the way."