My name is Elsa. I'm nineteen years old, have grey-blue eyes, fair blonde hair, pale skin, and a slim figure. When I was fifteen my parents died in a plane crash while traveling to Paris for a business trip, leaving my younger sister Anna and I to experience growing into adulthood on our own.

Anna is three years younger than I am, she's sixteen, and though we may seem similar, we really are quite the opposite. Her warm features, tanner skin, strawberry blonde hair, and wider, curvier frame contrast my seemingly cold traits. Her personality is a contrast from mine as well; she is very outgoing while I am shy and reserved; she enjoys friends, I enjoy homework. I do love her nonetheless, however, and have worked hard the past few years to keep her strong. We don't see each other much more, since I became a college student, but we try to communicate through Skype, FaceTime, and over the phone as much as possible.

I've always been a hard worker, and when our parents passed I had to work even harder for the both of us. My family comes from a long-line of business owners, and I'm next in line to inherit our company. I have until I'm twenty-five until I gain complete ownership of the business (a joint company is holding my position until I'm ready to step in), but 'till then I am attending University. I started school a year-and-a-half ago as a business major with a mathematics minor, and as I'm sure you can imagine, I care very, very seriously about my studies. No parties, no events, few friends in my life, and definitely no romance; however, that all seemed to change when I met Jack Frost.