Author's Notes:
I really like writing Elsa, so... I'm starting this. A colors drabble/one-shot challenge, harharhar.
Most of these will be focused on Elsa's life prior to Frozen/my headcanons. You're welcome, I guess. I like writing about Elsa/Anna's parents and Elsa/Anna in general.
001. Blue
Learning to control the magic that bent out of shape in her fingertips had never been easy, but a young Princess Elsa would have done anything to learn just that: control.
She was a young girl of twelve, profile just that of her mother's. The older she became, the more that the queen's features formulated to her profound azure eyes, high set cheekbones, and slim lips. Her fingers arched carefully over the top of the windowsill in her bedroom. She stood upright and firm; the posture that she wore was as rigid as her stiff shoulders, bearing impeccable testimony to her upbringing as the future queen of Arendelle.
Slowly, a little gust of breath passed between her lips, leaving an air of fog over her reflection in the window. The thin trace of blonde eyebrows hidden behind her hair furrowed together, until finally, she had the bravery to remove the concealment over her hands.
The gloves meant protection as much as they did secrecy. Four years had passed since her father had presented them to her, in an attempt to restrain her powers. In just that span of time, they had become a friend to her; a source of protection that no one could offer, not even her parents. And the times that a young Elsa would have removed them were infrequent, unless she was alone.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes narrowed. The fabric clung to her hands in protest, but she finally discarded of them; dumping them promptly on the floor beside her. In the end, her gaze focused, pressing each of her hands up against the glass of the window. Shapes of different frosty blues began to emit from her fingertips, swirling up over the window. She fought for that control again, like she had since she had harmed her sister...
Gritting her teeth behind her lips, Elsa focused harder than ever. The frost grew into a thick sheet of ice as she forced the element to move back and forth into zigzags over the window. But the longer that her powers pursued, she felt her grip slacken and her mind whirl from panic. And once she jumped back from the fear that came clenching up her throat, the glass began to crackle. In a frenzy, the young girl tugged away, only shielding herself in time from the shards that came from up above her.
Horrified, Elsa looked up to see the damage done. Her pulse raced painfully against her throat, clasping her hands in front of her at the window that was no more.
And before she knew it, her parents had thrown the door open from behind her.
"What happened?!" The king asked, examining the damage done. His voice was nothing short of a demand, causing the princess to cover up her face in deep shame.
"I-I... I was just trying to learn to control them... I'm sorry."
The stammered explanation was very unpracticed by a girl who felt that she could do nothing more than fail. But to her pleasant surprise, Elsa felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder. And when she looked up to find her father there, kneeling beside her, he bore the smallest smile of tenderness to convey that she had done nothing wrong.
"Oh, Elsa... It's just a window. A thing..." The smile grew marginally when his arm came around her shoulders. "And you're far more important than a thing."