Many years have passed since the last time I came down from my ice palace in the mountain to the now arctic kingdom known as Arendelle. I trip and fall. I wait for someone's hands to help me up, but no one comes. I crawl along until I find some unwilling, inanimate object to help me to my feet. I stand again, trembling as I walk throughout the village, hoping I will find acceptance, recognition, love.
Love…I haven't allowed myself to even think of that word in years. With love comes happiness. I remember a time in my distance past when I felt happiness.
A young boy throws a rock at me, laughing as he runs away. Why do people want to hurt me? I don't understand. It's not like I intentionally caused this eternal winter. I never meant to hurt anybody! I was scared. I continue my unsteadily walk through the streets. People stare at me and turn their heads when I look their way.
A child walks up to me and hesitantly reaches towards me. I hold out my trembling hand. He touches my fingers. It's been so long since I've felt another person's touch, so warm is the feeling. A man pushes me away as he hastily scoops up the child taking him inside. I stumble away fighting back the tears that try to surface. They don't want me! They don't like me! Nobody ever will!
I notice a face looking out at me through a window. A red haired girl! Can it be? No! Never mind…she's not who I thought, I hoped, I dreamed it would be. My memories; they fill me, overwhelm and consume me! They're all I have left! I was young and foolish back then. I needed no one and now I have no one!
Coming down from the mountain I hoped to find somebody, anybody to realize I am not some heartless monster. I long for love and acceptance! I torture myself with the thought that maybe someday…someone will notice me for who I am. I pray, I beg, but nothing works. My prayers are unheard and my begging goes unnoticed. Please just one more chance!
I now realize coming down here was a mistake. My hopes are crushed! What do I do now? I know. I'll return to my empty palace and wait to die…to die alone! Never throughout the painful events that occurred in my life had I wanted to die. Dying wasn't even a thought.
I wonder...is death bad? Compared to the hell that I call my life, is it bad? No, I don't think so. It can't be. Nothing can be worse than the torture and anguish I call loneliness. Nothing at all!