Elsa's P.O.V
The silver lined window had been lined with frozen wind and the cold air that escaped the villager's mouths was clearly visible. Children were patting the fluffy white snow together to pact a sphere and throw it at each other. The beautiful white-blonde young queen made her way down the streets of Arendelle. Her hair was tied back into a loose bun with crystallized snowflakes pinned into each crossover. She made herself a new gown to wear among herself that had been grey with white lace lightly covering her pale arms. Her freckles hadn't been as visible as her sister Anna's were, but closely enough, you would notice. She turned a corner to visit an old stable that had been a bit farther away from the docks. Her red cloak danced in the wind, mimicking her hair. When she came across the brown bricked stable, she heard a horse's neigh come from within the building. She placed her hands on the creaky door and slowly pushed it open. When her eyes adjusted to the difference of light, she noticed the faint wind of frost fly to the ceiling. She raised one eyebrow, moving her eyes along with the whisper. She walked down the hay hallway and looked around herself. When she realized that there was a window open in one of the horse's stalls. She pulled open the gate, moved pass the brown mustang standing inside and closed the window. The horse flicked it's tail and shook it's head, watching Elsa leave the stall and lock it up once again. She smiled cheerfully back at the animal, petting it right behind it's ears. She un-clipped the hook on her cloak and hung it on top of the gate. The horse bent down, sniffed it, then moved it's head back up to the original spot. The body moved toward the hay stack and began to chew loudly. Elsa blinked twice and then stood up. She did a single circle in place and blue and white sparkles flew up into the air, snow falling from no naturist source. She threw her arm left and blue swirls spread out inside the empty stalls. She hadn't been afraid of herself anymore or anyone judging her, but she hadn't wanted to disturb the friendly habitants outside. She felt more comfortable here than she did in the castle with her sister constantly asking questions and trying to relive the memories she once lost. There was a soft knock at the front door, then a second. The large door swung open but Elsa didn't see anyone she recognized. She lowered her head to the ground to see a small animate snowman, smiling and chuckling to himself. "Olaf," She spoke, crouching down to Olaf's height. "Princess Anna is looking for you!" Olaf said cheerfully with a small sized cloud dropping snowflakes onto the snowman. "She said she wanted to build a fort with you," Olaf continued. "And then maybe, we can dance around it like we did with the trolls at the hot springs!" Olaf jumped and clasped his hands together.
"Okay, Olaf," Elsa said with a half-silent giggle behind her polished voice. "Tell Anna I'll be there soon," Olaf nodded then hopped out of the stable. Elsa looked around and proudly noticed her magic had been gone. It didn't exactly matter if Olaf had seen it or not, but Elsa felt more at ease by herself . As she made her way toward the front door, a familiar frosty mist entered through the window again. She snapped around an noticed a young man with silver white hair, looking right back at her. Her glossed mouth dropped at the appearance of the boy. His blue sweater was topped with frost and his brown pants were cut up a little below his knee. His bright blue eyes peirced right through her, making her heart beat faster. She slapped her hand on her heart as the boy took off his hood.