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Flickers. Lights. The colors flying by soon take definiton. Faces flashing past, too quick to see the details. A pair of auburn braids here; azure tinted eyes there. A smile, a glare, a yawn- all passing too fast to name their owners. Brown hair styled just so, blonde hair shorn short to the head. Corners of a mouth turned up, and a low bell like sound- laughter? Each of these faces have the same features- two ears, a nose, a mouth, eyes-

Wait. Eyes. To see. To observe, to take in colors, to remember- faces. Memories. Everyone has eyes… it's just the matter of opening them.

How do I… and suddenly, I see white. I blink, before my eyes adjust. What even… I think, before sitting up. My legs and arms protest, for some reason. Funny, I don't remember using them too much. Then again, I don't remember much at all.

I'm wearing some sort of… ice toned gown? It seems like it's made of some delicate material… but I'm surrounded by snow, covered by the delicate frozen lace. Now why would I be dumb enough to go outside like this? I quickly withdrew my hand from the offending pile of mush, when I realize that it isn't cold.

Well isn't that strange, I think to myself, gazing at my hand. Unlike some of the faces in my sketchy memories, the skin is nearly as pale as the chilly powder surrounding me. I press my hands deep into the snow around me, bringing my knees to my chest. I place my feet beneath me, which should be harder than it is, seeing that I'm in heels. As I stand, I look up to the sky.

The snowflakes are falling delicately, slowly joining their brothers and sisters by my feet, while others join their brethren nestled in the trees surrounding me. Even though the ice crystals are obstructing most of the sky, I can still see the full moon- shining a brighter white than all the drifts around me. As I gaze up at the silver orb, I hear something.

"Psttt….Elsa…" I turn, quickly scanning my surroundings for the speaker; finding no one. Elsa. Why did this name seem so familiar? Was it...mine? Even though I don't remember much, I can recall this voice of a young girl- yet the name of it's owner acts like an image of a rainbow. Each time I try to reach it, the information is just as far away from me as when I started.

"Elsaaaaa…." The voice comes from farther away this time, towards the edge of my perfect clearing. I glance back once at the moon, which has seemed to distance itself further away than it was before, as if it was asking me to choose between my past and itself. Funny, I think, it's not like the moon is a person.

I walk into the forest, quickening my pace each time I hear the voice.

"Elsa! Elsa!"

I start to jog, the branches of pine trees smack against my skin, however they leave no mark.

"Elsa! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

Wake up? I think, as I start to run, I'm already awake! I keep running for some time, and the little girl doesn't seem to say anything. Suddenly, I see a break in the the trees a good 10 yards ahead of me. I don't think as I run towards it.

As I emerge from the wintery forest, I see another clearing, much larger than the one I left behind a good while ago. The snow is falling much faster here, as if it is trying to cover up a secret. But as I peer through the onslaught of flurries, I see shapes ahead. One appears to be a girl, kneeling in the snow, who definitely is older than the owner of the voice. Besides her stands a tall, broad, looming shape.

"Hello?" I call out to her, hoping either will respond. She doesn't even move towards me, and the man (I'm assuming) doesn't even glance my way. "Excuse me, could you help me please?" Still no response.

"Look," I start, "I believe I'm lost, and I don't really know where I am… or who I am, for that matter. I think my name's Elsa, if that helps at all." They don't respond, so I decide to move closer. As I reach them, I see that they're gazing at three stones- two look ancient, but one looks brand new.

That's not right… I think, and suddenly I see a memory. Two faces, a man and a woman. The woman has long, chocolate colored hair and a regal expression. The man is blonde, and has the same expression as she. They are both looking at me with love, and I catch the words, 'two weeks.' I skip over the next few weeks, then seeing these two stones- but they looked new then.

As I move closer to the couple, the snow starts to fall even faster and harder. Leave this place! It seems to shout at me. The secrets here should be left to the past! No good will come of you learning them! The wind picks up its pace, making the crystallized ice swirl around me. I look through the snow again, surprised to see the seemingly immovable man kneel down beside the girl and take her in his arms.

"Anna, there's nothing you could've done…"

Anna. I know that name. I know… her. But how? The girl with the auburn braids looks up at the man, her eyes filled with tears, with the tracks of the previous ones shining down her cheeks.

"But… it's my fault! She was trying to protect me! ME! And now she's…" Anna breaks off to sob, but continues. "Now my sister is gone," her voice cracking on the last word, turning her face up to gaze on the surface of the newest stone. The grave marker for her sister. I can only imagine her pain. I had a sister once, I think. Anna reminds me of her. Maybe she and my sister were friends.

"Anna…" the blonde man trails off, trying to find something to say to the girl who lost one who was dear to her. She looks up at him, with hope in her eyes that there is something that he can do to make this all seem like a bad dream. He only looks back at her with tears in his own eyes. She breaks away from him, and gathers up snow into three piles in front of her sister's grave. She then does the most heartbreaking thing I've ever seen, which is not hard as I can only remember the past few hours.

She leans forward to her unnamed sister's grave, and then knocks out a eerily familiar pattern- rat-rat-tah-tat-tat-before she looks up at the name and starts to speak.

"I know you never answered me when I knocked on your door every day for 13 years. I know why now, but I had to do this for you," she says as she starts to move the piles of snow on to each other. "I asked you a question every day, but you never answered. I thought you hated me, but now I realize that you were only trying to protect me. Even once summer was back to normal, we never really talked about those years. I mean, we only had a few months…" Anna breaks off to sob into the half completed snowman she's creating. Even the mountain man behind her is crying during this speech."But unlike then, I'm not giving you a choice. I made you a snowman, even though you never said yes." As she says this, she completes the oddly shaped snowman.

At this moment, the snow around me turns into a blizzard. It's like it's screaming, "LEAVE NOW, BEFORE YOU CAN NEVER ERASE THIS MOMENT!" I keep watching though. I still haven't found the voice, and I plan to.

"I… I promise I'll come back to make you another one when this one melts. Kristoff even said that he'd get me ice whenever I wanted so I wouldn't just have to wait for winter. I promise I'll be back soon." The winds howling around me are so strong that I fall to my knees.

As Anna stands up, Kristoff grabs her hand and leads her a bit forwards. Somewhere inside of me, a small voice screams out, YES! YES, I WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN! But even as I want to scream out the puzzling message, I know they won't hear me. For some reason, they can't.

Once they reach the edge of the clearing, Anna suddenly breaks away from Kristoff and looks back at the graves.

"Do you wanna build a snowman, Elsa?" she heartbrokenly asks those who will never be able to respond. As she walks back to Kristoff and leaves, a thousand voices chime through my head, but I realize that they were all the same one, just different ages.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" a five year old voice asks. An eleven year old voice repeats the same saying, and then the question keeps repeating through all this girl's ages, ending with the one I just heard- the broken girl who lost her sister, Elsa. My name is Elsa, I think to myself.

I had stood up when they were leaving, but now I fall to the ground in a crumpled heap and sob. What even was I? If that was my sister, Anna, then I was… dead? But how? How was I still here, then? I don't even remember having a sister! Is she actually my sister? As I mentally ask myself these questions, the snowstorm around me reaches its height, to where all I can see was a wall of spiralling white crystals. I feel something reach out inside of me, like a tidal wave of grief and confusion.

"WHY AM I HERE!?" I yell aloud, and when I do, an explosion of blue light ripples out from me, completely stopping the storm in it's tracks. Nothing moves, not even the wind.

But then the clouds part, and the moon shines once more. I look up at it, wondering how this is possible, when I hear a voice, as ancient as the moon itself, resonate in my mind.

"Elsa, the Snow Queen," it addresses me. I look up at the moon in shock, but I respond.

"Why couldn't she see me? Am I dead? Why am I here?" I feel silly asking the moon, and like I thought I would, I receive no reply. I turn to my own grave and look at the markings. Elsa of Arendalle. Hmmm. I think I like Elsa, the Snow Queen, much more than this title from a past I can barely remember, if it's even mine. I start heading in one direction, touching the trees as I go. I leave ice all over them, mystifying myself and the wild creatures that suddenly hit an icy patch. Am I doing this? I ask myself, and then I think for a moment before raising my hand. A pristine, perfect snowflake appears above it. I'm about to do more as I walk towards my right. I continue to go that way for what seems like a few hours until I reach a small town. People are everywhere, and of course I try to talk to them, only to be ignored as before.

"Hello, I was wondering if you could," I start before the woman turns to look at me. Yes! She sees me! I must not be dead, then!

"Hi!" she says as she waves at me. I'm about to reply when I feel a cold chill go through me. A woman walked through me. She walked THROUGH me! I gasp while they start talking to one another, wondering what I am. I start to cry, and as I do, a small blizzard forms around me.

"Well, where did this come from?" the first lady asks her friend. Her companion looks mystified, but shakes her head as if to say she doesn't know. I see fear in her eyes, and it makes me more afraid. Am I a monster?

I turn from them and run away from them, closer to the heart of the village. I see a shed of sorts and run to it, hoping that it will be able to contain this odd weather that I seem to create. I crack open the door, slide through the opening, and quickly close it behind me while my eyes try to adjust to the sudden darkness before me.

I slowly sink to my knees, exhausted. I carefully stretch myself out across the ground and pillow my head on my arm. I soon fall asleep. As I do, I dream. I dream of a young man under the water with a shepherd's staff. His hair is white, like the silver hue of moonlight, and he wears peasant clothing. The moon shines over him, and as it does, he opens his eyes. Blue, but not a sky blue-his eyes are the color of pure, frozen ice.

So… how'd you like it? Please feel free to review, and I would love to hear any ideas that you might have. I have a hectic schedule- Honors classes and all that- so the updates might be a bit erratic. This one piece took me a week to write, and that was when I had nothing to do. So please follow it so you can know when I update. I don't rush my chapters because I only want to put my best work out there. I hope you like this story! And feel free to PM me or ask questions in reviews if you aren't understanding anything, or if you see any mistakes.

~Cassandra-Caroline