"That bitch!" I scream, all alone, only the sound of icicles crashing somewhere outside from the vibrations. I'm boiling over, the heat rising until my face blushes beet red, although my hands are raging snow storms. "Fuck her! Fuck them all!" I feel the lack of air in my throat from yelling so much - there's too much fucking frustration inside, but I lack the strength the get it out.

My knees hit the floor and I let myself fall, caught up in the in's and out's of breathing. There's jagged icicle pieces that rise up between my fingers as I slam them down on the cold floor. Oh shit, they probably heard me downstairs. Great, I speak internally, though murmuring the tired words out loud at the same time. My eyes flare to the door as I hear footsteps in the hall. Growing louder, each step makes my teeth grind even harder.

Soon there is a knock on the door, and the bitch's muffled voice says, "Everything alright in there, Elsa?" Ugh, her fucking annoying... well, everything! Her being causes my skin to crawl.

"As long as you're not in here, then goddamn right!" is what I wanted to yell at her, but instead I take a breath, roll my eyes and then stomp over to the door and pull it open. She jerks forward when I do so, - I'm assuming she was about to turn the lock - which I had frozen in place so it wouldn't have done anything - but then straightens herself out. The light burns my eyes from the invading light from the hallway. "God fuck-" I cuss, rubbing my eye with one hand and letting go of the doorknob to block the fiery light with the other. I drop my hands once it settles down and I glare at her, irritated.

"A-a-are you okay?" the stuttering idiot speaks to me, too close for comfort, and I instinctively recede a little ways back into the darkness once I notice this.

"Yes I'm fine, just busy." I do my best to smile, but the sarcasm leaks through. I don't really care.

"Well, okay. I just wanted to see if you'd want to go do something, you know, w-with me." I would have almost said yes, but two things changed my mind: 1. She stutters every time I see her, like just then; and 2. I. Fucking. Hate. Her.

I try not to sound irritated while I sarcastically say, "Eh, probably not. Later, bye," and slam the door in her face. I guess she also might be stuttering because every time I see her, it's in front of my door which blows the icy air through the cracks. Huh, I don't really care either way. She deserves to freeze.

"Ughhh" I hmph as I lean my back against the door and brush my hair out of my face. My eyes roll as I hear the lack of Anna's boots walking away, and more of her just sobbing quietly. What the hell is she crying about? She has the rest of the palace to herself, and I'm stuck in a dark, frozen room for until I become queen.

The door shakes against me with another couple of knocks from the small handed girl on the other side. I roll my eyes and open it again. "What do you want?" I shout irritatedly at her, taking in the redness around her nose and eyes, that are staring off into space at the ground. But I'm feeling patient all of a sudden so I give her a minute to explain her interruption.

"I just wanted a hug... if that's okay..," she says in a murmur. I hesitate but hug her anyways, then sort of push her off me awkwardly within a couple seconds. She smiles and then walks away, her winter boots clunking across the floor.

Now I know what you're thinking, that my rage is just because of teenage hormones, and being 15 and she being 12, yeah I guess that would have been the case. Would have*.

But being trapped in my room, concealing who I am while she gets to live her life, with our parents that clearly love her more to set her free, that's why I hate her. I hate that she is the reason I'm stuck here, ever since I accidentally hurt her when we were little. And they knew she'd be fine, but they blame me for not knowing, for not being perfect. Well I'm fucking sorry, mom and dad! Sorry for being only eight years old - still confused over why the leaves change in the fall and how I'm going to rule a kingdom some day - and hurting my fucking perfect sister while playing with her with my complex and ever growing ice powers.

Of course I'm not perfect, yet I have to be a good girl to please them.

But why should I have to please them? I'm my own person, aren't I? Don't I deserve to be free?

Do I?