Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen. I do not own Rise of the Guardians.
To avoid confusion: Kalila is Elsa, but she will not become aware of this until much later in the story.
It was dark, it was cold, and I was alone. Alone, in a sense. I was unseen, walking amongst a sea of people. Nobody could see me and nobody knew who I was. In a very literal sense, nobody was aware that I existed.
The world around me was frozen, yet, despite its frigid state, I wasn't cold in the least. Physical cold is not a sensation I'm familiar with. Yes, I am protected from this cold. I will never know the misery of frostbite. What I'm not protected from is the cold surrounding my soul, eating away at my very being.
That night, like so many others I'd experienced, reminded me of my first night. The night that I awoke. When I did, I opened my eyes to a world of white, standing in the middle of a frozen glen. At first, all I could see was the moon. The big, round, beautiful, comforting moon. He told me that my name was Kalila and that I was dearly loved.
That night may have been my birthday, but from what I've seen of the world, people don't just come into it fully grown. According to my appearance, I'm roughly 17. Every day since then I've looked for a change, but every spot, every color, every proportion is the same. I suppose, if anyone saw me, I would be called beautiful, but if this is the price I pay for beauty, I would much rather be a hideous old hag.
What is the price I pay? Loneliness. It is the closest thing to cold that I can feel. I can feel it every time someone walks through me. Yes, through me. I am a ghost. At least, I must be, for there is no other way to describe what I am.
I wouldn't doubt that I was a ghost but for one irritating fact: I don't remember dying. I don't remember having a life before this one. Believe me, I've done my research. I have spent countless hours listening to ghost stories and reading over peoples' shoulders to try to find out more about myself. If you have even heard of a ghost story, you can be sure that I have it memorized forwards and backwards. If I learned any one thing for certain, it's that ghosts remember. They remember their lives so that they can hold grudges and come back to haunt people. I suppose that is why I've never haunted anyone.
It wasn't long after I woke up that I realized I was not like other humans. This was before I became aware of my invisibility. I was different because I had powers. I can do things that humans cannot.
I can make it snow wherever I want, create a blizzard, houses, clothes. For a time, I could even make living creatures out of snow. I could create things out of ice as well. It was nothing but fun when I first discovered my powers, but soon after, I realized that I could hurt people with my powers as well. Later, I learned how to get rid of snow and ice. Through love. It's the most powerful thing in the world to me.
I had been pondering all of this, reliving the past, when I saw it. A strange blue light in the distance and what looked like snow. Snow normally doesn't surprise me, I mean, come on, I make the stuff all the time, but I didn't remember making this snow. It wasn't the time for snow, I had just come to visit the town and bring a small sprinkling, dusting the rooftops. This snow was heavier, thicker. If it kept up, the town would have more than a few inches by morning.
My curiosity piqued, I walked cautiously toward the light. As it neared I wondered what on earth could be producing it. Then I saw him. In the middle of a clearing, with what looked like an old staff in his hand, he was creating snow flurries out of thin air! The nerve! That was my power and mine alone! My only consolation for being invisible! I almost blew my cover from behind a clump of trees, but then I thought the better of it. I wanted to see what else this strange person could do. I kept watching as he made a few more flurries - his back towards me - then directed his attention to a tree on the other side of the clearing. His body was blocking my line of sight to what he was doing, so I stepped forward to get a better view.
"Crack!" The boy whirled around as he heard the noise. I cringed and looked at the ground, hoping he wouldn't see me. I thought it was strange that he'd heard the crack in the first place. People don't usually hear me unless they at least have a belief in some snow deity or the other.
Time passed. It seemed like hours to me, but in reality it was only seconds. The boy made no sound. Feeling like even more of an idiot, I realized that he couldn't see me. I was freaking out for no reason. Honestly, Kalila! It's only taken you like 700 freaking years to get used to the fact. I chided myself.
Armed with newfound confidence at this "realization," I looked up to where he was. To my surprise he was staring straight at me. I was shocked, but only for a fraction of a second because after that I forgot everything and was lost in his gorgeous blue eyes.