I didn't want to make her feel bad, so I never told her. It wasn't love that was the answer to melting everything. It was me. The second I was frozen, in that moment when I was nothing but a mere statue standing and protecting my sister, I felt it. The heat, radiating inside of me. I guess Elsa wasn't the only one with powers after all...

So here's the deal. This is my story. This isn't going to be about the girl with the ice powers anymore... It's about me. You know me right? The girl that never actually had powers. Well I guess she did all along. I guess her hair is red for a reason. It signifies my difference. Who would have thought right? I mean, the girl with ice powers? Whoa... that's a lot to take in. But her sister, the girl that could make fire come out of her hands, and heat radiate off of her body with nothing more than a single thought? Yeah, right. And this is why no one knows the real me. The me that I was right after solidifying into an ice sculpture.