Prologue.

"Elsa?"

She's singing it again. She sings it everyday, she waits here, right outside my door 24/7.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

The singing is the worst part of my day. She's got a lovely voice. Stunning. But she's just wasting it. She'll run to my door in the morning and start talking about things, little random things. Then she begs me to come out. After that there's questions. 'Elsa., what's your favourite food?' although I'm sure the trolls didn't erase that.

Me and my sister love chocolate.

After the questions it'll be games. 'I spy with my little eye…' and after that she'd start singing.

"Or ride our bike around the Halls?" I peeked out the crack of the door yesterday. I saw her little black shoes, pattering around. She doesn't know. It's not her fault, it's mine. I shot her with my powers three years ago, when I was eight. I'm eleven now, and she's eight. She's oblivious, but I know better than to mess with the prospect… of everything.

I am dark, dangerous. I'm a monster, I deserve to be locked up. I should be taken from Arendelle. So the people can be safe.

That's the thing about humans, we seem normal but once in a while a broken fragment floats from the rest and the world collapses around it. Buildings fall, people scream in anguish and people die. That's who I am. A broken fragment, I deserve to die. I'm a danger. And one wrong move can prove fatal.

Suddenly, my sisters singing stops. It's so sudden, it frightens me. I look out the window and realize it's dark, I've been brooding for hours but my sister has stopped singing. I'm scared.

I creak the door open, just a peek. She's slumped across the wall, sleeping. Her expression… her expression. It's the same as that night, that fatal night.

I need to get her back to bed. She's scaring me, I grab my gloves and a blanket for protection. Scooping her up, I begin to plod gently to her room.

She's stirring. She's stirring. I don't know what to do. My sister, she's waking up. What am I going to do?

Her eyes open, clumped together with sleep. "Elsa?" she asks.

"Anna." I say, frozen with fear.

"Elsa."

"Anna, I'm! I'm Sorry!" I say, I can begin to feel the ice building upwards. I lower Anna down, lay her on the floor and run off.

I want to die.

To Be Continued…

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