A/N:Okay everyone, this story has been in my archives since I began shipping these two last year. Talk about major procrastination. Before I came back to finish it was pretty much done save for some details and an ending to tie everything together in nice and cheesy happily ever after. There are a few things you should know before reading. I'm warning no so no complaining. First there are two OC's one being Hans evil twin sister, and their mom I know there are some of who resent OC's. Next this may be a Cinderella style au, but there are several frozen twist, most come up in the second chapter. Speaking of chapter they're are only three. I think that's it. If you got questions, leave a review or my pm box is opened. Follow/fav, review, just no flames please.

Warnings: Minor character death(s), along with some physical and mental abuse. The major cute Elsanna moment is next chapter don't worry or kill me. Enjoy!


In a far-off distant place across raging seas, deserted lands, and snowy mountains there is small kingdom known as Arendelle. Small enough not to be known all too well, but big enough to be whispered to weary travelers ears. It is in this kingdom where the story begins one of romance, magic, fear, and suffering. On the outskirts of the town during a treacherous snowstorm the howling wind muffled the screams of a woman giving birth to a child. The fear induced midwife squeezes the woman's hand attempting to console her, but in the back of her mind she knows death might become the outcome. Haunting cries of labor causes her pacing husband to cringe and pray more intently to the gods to spare his wife. As he continued on with his silent pleas a streak of colors caught his eye. He looked up at the shining streams of lights in the sky as another deathly cry echoed into the night. The midwife rushed out panting, "Sir, it's a girl."

This rang out in the man's head like an angel's horn. "My wife?" he rasped with dread.

"Holding the child as we speak."

Glancing up at the sky he whispered, "Thank Odin." Striding into the cottage with new found joy a smile crossed his lips as he sees his wife and newborn child.

"Her name is Elsa," she replied gently. "Would you like to hold her?"

With a hesitate nod he took the small bundle, cradling his daughter. The first thing to strike him were her icy blue eyes. Tufts of white hair dusted the top of her hair like tiny strands of the finest silk. As the man enjoyed his new daughter coming to love the child with every passing second he did not realize that his wife was slowly slipping away.

Looking up his smile faded. Passing off the child to the midwife he shouted, "Idun." Taking his wife's cold hand he could feel death creeping closer. "Take care of Elsa," she rasped, one last smile graced her face before her hand fell limp in his.

"No, no, no, Idun," he called hoping she was just sleeping, "This can't be happening. Why are you testing me like this?" he shouted, at the empty sky. Elsa began to cry, and snow swirled around the room. "Close the damn window," he demanded.

"It's not me coming from the window, sir," the midwife informed, astounded by the sight before her.

Turning around Adgar found where the source of the snow was coming from: the newborn girl. Fear, anger, and confusion all battled for dominance in his brain. Anger won out as he whipped out a dagger. "My wife died giving birth to a monster," he spat, rage shaking his voice.

Holding the child away from the blade the midwife protested. "Elsa bears a gift from the gods themselves. A gift that people would kill themselves for, something this beautiful only comes once in a lifetime. Besides, you heard Idun's last words she trusts you to take of your child. As her father it your obligation." He eyed the demon spawn with disdain knowing his wife's death was her fault. Continuing to watch the girl cry and snow falling he whispered, "I will never love you."


Sixteen years passed as quickly as the girl grew. She and her father were barley scraping by in life even with the help of Elsa special powers. Winter was coming and even her father knew they would hardly survive this year. "Elsa," he called.

The blonde girl glanced up from her book worry clear in her eyes. "Yes, father?" she asked, her voice shaking from crippling anxiety.

"Sells have gone down haven't they?" he inquired, trying to keep things light. Elsa didn't like to be scolded it scared her, and they attempted to avoid causing an accidental winter . . .again.

"N-no one wants ice since winter is coming," she replied softly. Secretly Elsa hoped she answered correctly.

Adgar stroked his chin in thought, "Ah, that could be the reason." The two shared a quick smile before going back to ignoring each other.

Elsa buried her nose back into her book not wanting to upset her father. Blue gloves held the tattered covers of the broken down book. She hated to wear them, but she was forced to. She knew how to control her powers fairly well, and was confident in her powers with each day. She wore the awful gloves to hide the scars marring her fingers. Every night her father would yell at her in a drunken rage. He called her monster, screamed at her, and blamed her for her mother's death. That though was not the worst part of her horrific nightly cycle. Elsa shuddered as she wriggled her fingers around in the gloves. Every night he would light a candle, yanking the girl by the wrist he would proceed to burn the tips of her fingers as a cruel form of punishment to ensure she kept her powers concealed. Then, when the sun rose he returned to the gentle man he pretended to be in the public eye. She stole a quick glance to see that gentle smile curving his lips, but his eyes told her of his true hatred for his own daughter.

While the two continued on with their silence a woman entered the market by the name of Leila Angerona a wealthy woman from both marriage and an inheritance. Behind Leila walked her two bratty children followed. The boy at eighteen could make any girl swoon with just a glimmering smile, his smooth auburn hair, and his dimpled chin only added to his perfection. Alongside him strolled his twin sister Hansina to the young boys in town she could rival a goddess. Her long luscious autumn hair waved down to the middle of her back, those cat like green eyes gleamed in a seductive manner upon most days, but that day she was completely at disinterest with ever venture her mother had in mind. "Mother, why do we need ice again?" she questioned bored.

Her mother Leila a recent widow from a once happy marriage turned back to her children. She found herself wondering how the pair turned into such pests. Though more often than not she ignored it figuring it was just a simple phase. "For the party in this weeks time. An ice sculpture would make the best accent, and it would be the talk of the town."

Hansina let out an exasperated sigh. Knowing this was just another part of her mother's recent attempts to remarry. Nearing the ice harvesters stand. Hans glanced over seeing a blonde beauty. He ran a hand over his hair and headed over. Leaning against the stand he coughed gaining Elsa's attention only for a moment, but that was it took for he was struck by those stunning eyes. Regaining himself he spoke in a most dignified voice, "I am Hans."

Elsa rolled her eyes staying in her book.

Disappointed, but not deterred he tried again. "I must have died and gone to Valhalla, for you are one stunning goddess."

Applaud by the boy's flirtatious attempt Elsa ignored him still.

Hansina looked for her brother only to find him near the stand. She spotted him talking to the blonde, and irritation instantly swept over her. No one was allowed to speak to her brother without her approval. Especially, some lowly peasant girl. Shoving Hans out of the way she caught sight of Elsa. "Afternoon," she greeted, her voice dripping with acid.

Noticing the exchange and his daughter disproving action his eyes narrowed. "Elsa," her father barked, "Stop ignoring people."

Shirking in fear, Elsa sat her book down, plastering on a fake smile she held out her hand. "I'm E-Elsa Frossen."

"I'm Hansina, and this is my dear sweet brother Hans."

"W-what do you n-need?" she asked nervously, toying with her messy braid.

"My mother wishes for an ice sculpture for this get-together we're having this soon."

At these words her father jumped over, "Ice is our specialty." He bent down near Elsa's ear, "Go make something special."

Nodding Elsa disappearing behind a curtain.

Adgar bowed, "Forgive my daughter, she can be rather shy around new people."

An evil twinkle glinted in Hansina's eyes. "Ah, it must be quite hard to live here without friends," she noted in a solemn tone, hanging her head.

"Indeed it has been," Adgar replied in the same tone.

A few moments passed by when their mother came strolling over letting out an exasperated sigh. "All these men only sell blocked ice."

Stroking his chin again in plotting, Elsa's father began to barter, "Excuse me, we might have what you seek."

Disbelief plagued all three of their faces. "Show me," Leila challenged.

Adgar pulled back the curtain a smile light up his face for once he was proud to have monster for daughter. Hans, and his sister exchanged unsure glances, but entered. They stopped in their tracks at the marvelous sights before them. Hans gaze went the ferocious dragon mouth wide open, one claw raised, a spiked tail wrapped around, and horns sat upon its head. The young man could see his reflection in its icy eyes. "This is stunning," he gaped.

Hansina found her eyes never leaving the knight, sword on the ground, helmet under his left, he stood valiant, posed, determination in his eyes, she could even make out fine lines for his hair. "I have seen better," she huffed.

Elsa came around the corner from behind a reindeer she frantically pulled on her gloves.

The two adults finally arrived Leila's eyes were a light seeing the marvelous works of art. She clapped her hands together with joy, "This is exactly what I have been seeking." Meeting Adgar's eyes she asked, "How did you create such magnificent pieces?"

Adgar gave his daughter a dark glare, she cringed back behind the ice reindeer. "It takes a child's imagination to craft such wondrous things," he replied taking all the credit.

"Well, I just absolutely love them all. I wish to hire you to decorate the gardens with sculptures like this."

"Mother," Hansina cried, "To allow peasants into our-"

"Enough," she snapped at her daughter. For once the woman would not allow impolite daughter to get in her way.

Adgar bowed once again, "It would be a pleasure to serve you-. It would appear that I did not catch your name," he added cocking his brow."

The woman giggled lightheartedly, "Leila Angerona."

"Adgar Frossen," he introduced, taking the woman's placing a gentle kiss upon her knuckles.


The night fell upon the fjord and her father had yet to stop talking about Leila. "I am telling you Elsa, this could be my-" His gaze caught his daughters. He took another swig from his frothing mug of ale. Adgar's eyes narrowed even more in his near intoxicated state becoming the beast Elsa feared at this hour. "What did you think of her kids?"

Rude, arrogant, selfish snobs. "They seemed alright," she replied, keeping her internal ramparts just that.

Taking a long drink her father slurred, wagging his finger, "I know 'etter 'en that Elsie. I know for a fact that, that- Screw it, come 'er."

Elsa held her hand close to her chest, shaking her head.

"Elsa now," he barked.

Slowly the scared girl staggered over to her father. He pulled out a flint striking it upon his dagger lighting the candle. His fingers danced over the flame daring not to touch it, but taunting it ever so lightly. "Mantra," he ordered.

"I destroy everything I touch," she whispered.

"What?" he demanded. Her father loved to drink in her agony he tasted better than ale ever did.

Elsa didn't want to speak those awful words forcing her to say such lies that stabbed her heart. Yet, if she didn't it would only anger the man further, and she didn't dare want to linger on what might happen if that became the case. Through rattled breaths, and holding back the tears of sorrow she stammered out what he desired. "I-I d-destroy everything I touch. I'm a monster who deserves no kindness or love."

He patted her head, praising her like the sick monster he had became over the years. "Good, and the gloves."

Pulling at each covered finger Elsa could feel her heart racing. Frost coated her fingers from the raw emotion. She clutched her hands to her chest once again keeping her hand left gripping her right wrist. Shaking her head violently Elsa took a step back.

"Elsa," her father growled, "gloves now." His anger took its control as he reached out grabbing his daughter by her platinum blonde locks. Elsa let out a cry of agony that only proved to enrage the beast. His grip tightened around her wrist as he held it over the flames. Elsa bit her bottom lip to conceal her moan of pain and tears. He moved each of her fingers until the frost melted and they began to turn a raw pink. Once he was done Adgar tossed her to the ground. He bent down to gaze into those icy blue eyes coated in sadness. Storking her cheek he whispered, "Oh, Elsa if only there was someone who loved you."

Blowing out the candle her father left Elsa alone in the haunting darkness. Hugging her knees to her chest she cried until she noticed a blue glowing light shinning down upon her. Looking up her eyes caught the sight of a shimmering star. She made a silent wish that someday someone would actually love her. Knowing it would never come true Elsa laying down on the floor cold sweeping around her as she fell asleep her last few tears turning to ice, falling to the barren floor before shattering.


The very next day Elsa was dragged to the house of the those brats. Leila greeted Adgar at the door Elsa narrowed her eyes at the sultry attire the woman dawned. "Good morning Adgar, I hope the gods blessed you with sweet dreams?" she purred.

"Aye, they did. They brought me wondrous dreams of a goddess," he replied, kissing her hand in a flirtatious manner.

Elsa watched in disgust at the actions that were being peformed in front of her.

"Now, then let us talk business."

"Of course."

The two entered the manor. Elsa was struck in awe at the sight of the vast room before her. It was several times over the size of their cramp cabin. "Please, try not to get mud on the Arabian rug, it was quite expensive." There was a fireplace with a large boars head over it watching Elsa is the menacing eyes. "Please have a seat in one of the chairs."

Elsa looked to her father for permission. He nodded and the two took a seat. Upon seating Elsa sank into the squishy leather chair. "Your place is lovely, Miss. Angerona."

"Call me Leila. Can I interest you in some tea, and crumpets." Leila notice how hesitant Elsa was being. "I am sure there is some chocolate in the kitchen." Elsa eyes light up hearing the word. She loved chocolate, but to her father he considered it an expensive treat. She wordlessly sought permission from him once again.

He nodded, his eyes bored into her with steely gaze, but maintained his sweet false smile for the woman. Elsa took it as an okay, but knew to remain cautious. Leaving the couch Elsa headed towards the kitchen using the scent of sweet cinnamon as her guide. Arriving she stopped at the sight of auburn hair. Ducking into the darkness seeking solace in the shadows Elsa felt ice prick against her skin. Looking down she saw the white powder of snow dusting the fabric of her gloves and felt the chill of cold. Closing her hand she took a breather, conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show. Elsa went in the room readying for the boys flirting.

Hans took a piece of chocolate from the tray placing it upon it tongue allowing it to melt into a river decadence in his mouth. Reaching for another bite he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Quickly putting the chocolate back he got ready to explain to his sister that it was simply a test piece. Gazing upon the person a sly smile crossed his face as he recognized, the person standing in the middle of the room. He approached green eyes light up and he stalked his prey.

Elsa backed up against the wall feeling sick to her stomach. She hated how Hans looked at her like wolf getting to slaughter an innocent lamb. He reached out for Elsa's hand, but she snatched it away from his grip and used her right to protect it shielding it away from him. "Just leave me alone," she pleaded

"It's okay, there is no reason to be afraid. I shalln't ever harm a lovely lady like yourself." Hans cracked a sly smile hearing his own lie fill his ears.

Elsa still shook her head not allowing herself to trust anyone. She knew far better thanks to her father that a kindhearted tone is only filled with empty promises and betrayal. Backing away Elsa put her arms of front of her. "I should go."

"Hans," a voice shouted.

Ducking away from the distracted Hans, Elsa left the kitchen, sneaking back into the living room. She did not dare linger on the thought of what that horrid Hansina would do to her if they crossed paths. She took her spot beside her father. Quietly without a word of acknowledge as the two conversed making deals and arguing prices back and forth. Leila clapped her hands together with glee causing Elsa to jump. "Then, it is settle I wish to commission two ice dragons for the front gate. A pair of lions just outside in front the doors. A swan or two for the tables. A few knights to guards the path. Are you able to do an ice fountain that would look simply splendid in the garden where the music and dancing will be held?"

Adgar glanced over at his daughter darkly.

Elsa nodded. Hearing this woman's excitement actually made Elsa feel a tiny bit better about her powers. These statues would be only time he allowed the young girl to unleash her full potential. Rising from his seat Adgar brushed off his hat. "Then, we shall get started tomorrow," he bowed. "Come along Elsa."

"Oh wait," Leila called to the pair. "If I might as to be so bold and suggest you two are welcomed to a room. I would hate for you both to have to travel all the way home and back every day."

"Are you sure, we don't want to put you out," Adgar replied, astounded by the woman's kind offer.

"Our home is your home while you work on the pieces."

Hansina whipped around the corner eyes filled with utter disbelief, and fury hearing her mother dared to offer those peasant a room in her home. Especially, one who could rival her beauty. "Mother surely you are jesting about letting these two stay with us. What if they steal the silverware."

"We can always buy new," her mother replied calmly.

Undeterred, but unsatisfied Hansina left grumbling formalities about the unwelcome guests. "Thank you we will do our best to serve you the best products we have to offer to repay you for your kindness," Adgar promised.

"It's no trouble at all," Leila smiled. "Elsa dear, would you like me to show you to your room." Elsa took a couple seconds to realize someone had spoken her name. Never in her whole life had she heard someone speak her name in sweet tone. Looking at the woman in a new light Elsa's early disdain faded. As the pair walked up the stairs and down the hall Leila spoke softly, "I don't mean to pry, dear, but I was wondering, is your father married?"

"No, she died a long time ago, when I was small," Elsa admitted, chocking on her words. She knew it was far too soon to reveal how and why she died. Her fathers hateful words echoed in her head. Idun's death is your fault.

"That's truly a shame, dear." She paused at a door, "I hope this room is to your likening. I know what with the harsh winter upon us soon that maybe you both would like to stay even after the party. I shall discuss it over with your father. You are welcome to anything my home offers, but lunch is soon, so try not to fill yourself with chocolate," she chuckled lightheartedly.

Leila left her to own devices and Elsa was simple stunned by true kindness. Entering the room Elsa roamed her hand over the bed discovering how soft the duvet felt under her touch. She bit her bottom lip feeling a childish notion cross her mind. Jumping atop of the bed she bounced a few times before falling sinking into warmth and the softness of the goose down feathers. Far better than the hobble of a cabin she lived in and the bed filled with straw she slept upon ever night.

Later that night Elsa padded her way to the bathroom using candlelight as her guide. Turning a corner she gasped seeing her father looming over her. "Elsa," he grunted.

"F-father."

He rose his hand, she cringed figuring he was going to slap her. Shock filled her eyes as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Look at where you have gotten us. In a beautiful manor with a job that will set us up for a while. I know we haven't been on the best terms. All I can say is don't mess this up for us with your monstrous powers. Hide them anyway you can for the week, and I promise not to punish you while we stay. I'm not going to tarnish this opportunity because you're a freak. Conceal don't feel, don't let them."

Elsa nodded backing away into the shadows. She felt the ice nip her hands, but tucked them away crossing her arms.

"Goodnight then," he bade her before disappearing into the darkness.

Over the course of the week Elsa worked on the ice sculptures making both her father a proud man. He decided during the times before he drank himself to sleep on expensive wine to flirt with Leila. To Elsa's surprise the nice woman made sure she was comfortable giving her lunch, snacks, and actually being nice to her. Even though she hated her father's advances and wished to warn her, the young girl found herself growing an attached to Leila like the mother she never had. Also, warning her would may cause things to become strained between her and her father. She hardly saw him at all and it put her at ease. Though Hans was a different story who didn't understand rejection, but Elsa found him easily to handle. His vile and cruel sister still sent a chill down her spine, and she tried to avoid her as much as possible. During dinner she felt Hansina's heated glares, heard the way she slurred her words belittling the girl when she could, and every so often Elsa found herself being touched with her hand feeling the tips of her nails tap upon her skin.

After Elsa finished the first swan Leila gushed over the details of the feathers, the eyes, and the clarity of the ice. "This is amazing. Simply stunning. Elsa dear, how did you do this. Tell me what's you secret."

"M-my secret," Elsa started to wring her hands. "I-I guess I just have a m-magic touch."

"Indeed you do, sweetie," she praised, touching Elsa's cheek.

"Thank you, ma'am," she stammered.

"Please dear call me Leila," she insisted

"Thank you, Leila," Elsa tried. Speaking her name felt warm and welcoming.

"You're welcome. I will be back to check on your progress and maybe bring you some chocolate," she promised, caressing Elsa's cheek.

Watching Leila leave Elsa touched her cheek still able to feel the warmth. She began work on another swan humming a merry tone filled with hope and promise. In the darkness lurked Hansina seething with rage. She grabbed her brother. "I don't like her one bit."

Hans didn't replied immediately for his eyes remained focused on the swaying curves of Elsa's hips. The boy wasn't in love with the girl one bit. He saw Elsa as prey just like he saw every girl he pursued, but she ignored his advances. That didn't sit well with Hans he could make any and every girl so far in the kingdom kneel to his charm.

"Hans," his sister growled.

"Yes, dear sister. Could you repeat that?"

"There's something not right about her. No one should be able to create ice sculptures like that by hand. I say we find out what little secret she possesses."

"Agreed, but after the party. Mother would be upset if we ruined it."

Hansina sneered, "I couldn't care less about mother she only buys the food and this house. The woman could drop for all I care."

The day of the party arrived and Elsa put the finishing touched on her final piece an ice lion to guard the gates and greet the guests. Finished she heard the bells of the clock tower toll four. Strolling up the manor path Hans caught her off guard, "Elsa, glad I ran into you. Perhaps if you are nice to me, I might consider saving you a dance."

Elsa fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Thank you, for taking me into consideration, but honestly I don't know how to dance."

Hans waved her replied off, and taking a bold step forward. "It's easy my dear, just two people intertwined falling victim to the throes of musical passion," he explained huskily, In the shadows he blocked Elsa's pass. "It would make remarkable practice for our future."

"Hans," Hansina's voice bellowed in the manor.

Knowing what would happen if she caught the pair even though was the one who instigated the improper moment Elsa shoved him away. "I'm sorry Hans, but I don't think I deserve you," she called rushing inside.

Heading up the stairs she bumped into her father who quickly stuffed something in his pocket. "Watch where you are going girl, or I'll-"

"You will, what?" Leila asked, coming around the corner raising a concerned brow.

Adgar quickly patted the girl on the shoulder, "Or else I'll have to tell her to be careful. Can't have a young lady falling or ripping her dress."

"To right you are, dear." Giving Elsa a once over she pursed her lips, "Though I simply can't have such a lovely and beautiful girl in something so dull and dirty. Come Elsa, I just have something for you to change into that will do just the trick." Tying a blue ribbon in her hair forming it into a bun. "There now you are all set for the party. Come down whenever you are ready."

Elsa examined herself in the mirror she liked the dark blue skirt, bodice, and jacket. Simple black shoes covered feet as well as a pair of black stockings. Running a hand though her bangs she liked the way they fell to one side, and the bun. Taking a deep breath she heard loud voiced coming from downstairs already. Ice nipped at her palms. "You can do this Elsa, conceal don't feel, don't let them know."

The party began without a hitch Elsa beamed as she passed by a person who gushed over the magnificent ice statues. There was an odd spring in her step, an alien smile on her face, and her icy eyes were alight with joy for the first time in forever Elsa was happy. She looked around finding her father drinking and laughing with other invited dignitaries. Hans and his equally vile sister hanging a young duke. From across the room Elsa spotted the dessert table seeing a chocolate fountain and one of the ice swans. One piece wouldn't hurt she told herself. Leila did say to enjoy the party, and she could any treat her little heart desired.

Going over her eyes drank in every cookie, slice of cake, piece of chocolate, and fruit offered before her. Spotting the plate she reached out for the truffle plate to her surprise a hand landed on hers. Shocked Elsa stepped back meeting a pair of teal eyes across from her. Vibrant red hair tied in twin braids, freckles dotting her face, and a calm smile. The girl picked up the plate, "Did you want one?"

Elsa nodded taking one.

Rounding the table the girl offered her hand. "Sorry, for scaring you. I'm Anna by the way, and some day I'm going to rule the kingdom."

Glancing at the hand, and the strange ecstatic girl she cautiously placed her hand in Anna's. "Elsa," she whispered.

"That's a pretty name," Anna replied.

Taking aback by the sudden compliment Elsa didn't know what to say. No one hardly gave her second glance. Even if they there were people whom she didn't trust or they were dirty and drunken men. For the most of her life all she ever known was hate, and scorn from her father. "T-thank you."

"Want another truffle?

A scream startled Elsa. "Oh, looks like I have been caught. I don't mean to be forward, but-" Anna leaned forward planting a kiss on Elsa's cheek. Anna ran off for the backyard leaving the plate.

A few girls rushed passed her shouting "Princess Anna." Elsa paid them no mind for her head remained fogged by the sudden action of the girl causing her pale cheeks to become stained with red.

Hansina strutted over a few young fellows following her. Her green eyes narrowed spotting the blushing Elsa. "I heard a rumor that the Princess of Arendelle had gate crashed my party and I know for a fact she wouldn't dare talk to a commoner like you. Since, I'm feeling nice at the moment I won't harm you if you tell me where she went."

Elsa didn't like to lie to people she knew it could get her in trouble if caught, but even though she didn't believe the nice girl who treated like a human was a princess she made an exception. "S-she went that way," Elsa pointed in the opposite direction.

A slow and insidious smile curved the girls lips. She patted Elsa cheek the blonde cringed feeling her long nails touch her skin. "Good girl," she purred, "I guess commoners can be taught . . . eventually." Hansina left her dress trailing behind her as well as her entourage.

Elsa leaned against the wall letting out a withheld sign. Her heart pounding against her chest. After this night I won't ever have to see those horrid siblings again.

The clinking of a fork being banged upon a wine glass caught her attention and the party fell silent. Finding the source of the interruption she spotted her father at the head of the room standing at the bottom the stairs. "Now that I have your attention I wish to say thing. First, hope everyone is enjoying the party. I know I am with all these free drinks." The crowd laughed. Elsa rolled her eyes. "Aside from all that though I want to thank Leila for hosting this fantastic party and giving my daughter and me a home while we made all these ice sculptures many of you have praised. We had a wonderful time."

How would you know, Elsa huffed.

"It honestly would be a shame since our kids have spent so much time together, and little Elsa sees you like the mother she never had. God bless her soul." Adgar sniffed to emphasize, but Elsa knew he was just playing her. "Which is why I want to ask Leila a very important, and life changing question."

No, Elsa pleaded, hoping at least one of the gods would hear it and spare her.

On bend knee her father pulled out a small box from his pocket. Opening revealed a ring and he asked, "Will you marry me?"

Looking at the gleaming sliver ring Leila nodded her hands cupped over her mouth

Elsa felt faint leaning against the table supporting one hand on the punch bowel the liquid froze. Removing her hand shock and fear filled frost eyes as she whispered, "Oh no, I froze through my gloves." Crossing her arms over her chest Elsa raced up the stairs little did she know someone saw the ordeal.

Hans walked out of the shadows after seeing Elsa's panic attack. Examining the punch bowel confirmed his sister's suspicious about the girl.

Slamming the door closed she fell upon the bed fighting the tears of rage. She couldn't believe her father was so low as to ask such a nice person to marry him. A knock rapped upon the door. Wiping away her tears she croaked, "C-come in."

She figured her father would burst through the door enraged by her running off, but instead to her surprise it was Leila. "I wondered where you ran off. Mind if I take a seat."

Elsa nodded.

Taking a seat the woman twisted the silver band around her finger. "Elsa sweetheart, I know I can never replace the mother you didn't have the chance to have growing, but if you give me a chance I can try. I have actually grown to care for you, and I hope that someday you will do the same for me."

Elsa couldn't hate the kind woman her resentment lied more towards her father and those awful siblings. However, Leila brought a ray of sunshine in her cold and dark world. Hugging the woman she would soon call mom she nodded overjoyed to finally have someone who cared for her.


The happiness blooming in her chest about finally having a decent person in her life died as quickly as it came. A few weeks after the wedding winter came harshly that year, and the woman she would call mother lying in bed ill her health slowly waning. Knowing her life was near the clutches of death she asked to see her children one final time. The news of the dying mother didn't seem to faze the twins for all they care for was themselves. Elsa entered the dark room stricken with grief. She didn't want the kind woman to die. Kneeling down bedside the bed with a shaky and gloved hand Elsa reached out grasping Leila's hand in her own. They were so cold as if she too possessed powers of ice and snow. "Elsa," Leila said, her voice fragile.

Holding back the tears Elsa nodded.

With one frail hand she cradled the shaken girls cheek. "It's okay, Elsa. I know we didn't get to spend as much as I wanted to with you, but in the few short months we have had I've come to love like a daughter." Elsa sniffled blinking back the tears. "You are a lovely, brilliant young lady who only deserves happiness." Leila inhaled sharply groaning in pain. Elsa knew she was suffering, but there wasn't anything they could until her time came. "Elsa dear, I have a favor to ask of you."

She choked on the words, "Y-yes m-mother."

"Can I see them?"

Sorrow turned to confusion, and fright.

Another gasping breath, "Your father during one of his drunken fits talked about your powers of ice. So, I connected the pieces."

Elsa didn't know what to do. Her father strictly told her not to reveal her evil powers to anyone especially Leila. She felt obligated to show her since it could possibly be the last thing she saw. Taking a deep breath Elsa reluctantly pulled off her left glove and formed a simple snowflake in her hand. In faint brown eyes Elsa noticed a glimmer.

"Marvelous," she breathed. "Don't let anyone take what's special from you, dear. Your powers are a wondrous gift the gods, and should be cherished. I-I'am glad. . ." she coughed, Elsa could hear shallow rattle in her breath. ". . .I got to s-see them." Slowly her hand fell from Elsa's face to the bed with a light thud, though in the silent room it sounded louder. Reaching out once more Elsa felt what little gone, the woman's eyes closed, and shallow breath cease to fill the void of empty noise.

Cold tears streamed down her cheeks at the realization Leila was dead. They turned to ice hallway down making soft noises hitting the ground. Her hands were shaking like crazy as she shook the woman silently praying she was just sleeping. "Leila," she whispered, shaking her softly, "Mom, please don't die." The room grew colder, ice crawled up the wall, and snow fell reflecting her pain.

The door flew opened and Adgar stood there seeing the chaos his fiancee dead, and his monster of a daughter sitting right beside her. The twins stood behind him their eyes wide seeing the room encased in ice. Without thinking he began to yell accusingly, "What did you do, Elsa?"

"Nothing, father," she squeaked. "We were just talking and, and-"

He struck her refusing to listen to her pleas. "All you ever do is ruin my happiness. I can't get rid of you because no one in their right mind would ever love a monster like you, and I promised your mother not to kill you. I have tried everything, the gloves, burning your fingertip, but nothing seems to so I guess it's time for an extreme measure."

Falling to her knees Elsa pleaded unsure what to expect, but knew it had to be horrible. "Please, father it wasn't my fault."

No longer listening for rage blinded his resolve he grabbed her by the collar of her dress and dragged her out of the room. "Hans, my boy open that room for me, will ya," he barked.

Hans complied turning a knob by the fireplace.

Adgar looked once more at his daughter cringing as he gazed into eyes that reminded him of his departed wife. Tossing Elsa into the space behind the fireplace he growled, "This where bad little girls who can't control their powers go for their punishment. I hope when I let you out you have learned your lesson, and will have a bit more respect for me." He slammed the door leaving Elsa in the heat of the room.

The next few months Elsa's life grew worse her father became more pron to drunken outbursts even without the aid of alcohol he still slapped her around. Yelling at her on a daily basis, blaming her for Leila's death. Blaming her winter curse for his wife's death and the woman he loved. To make matters worse her new step-siblings enjoyed the idea of abusing their freak of a sister making her do their chores, serve them whenever they called. Forced into servitude the once respected manor became decrypted and decayed since there weren't enough hours in the day to do everything. One day she came home only to find her father laying amongst empty wine bottles dead. Even though she hated the man and he despised her as he told her everyday the man deserved a proper burial.

The horse drawn black carriage carried the coffin to the only place Elsa figured her father would like to be buried: next her mother. The Undertaker dug the hole and with the help of his partner placed the casket in the hole. Placing a simple rock in front of the freshly buried grave Elsa should have felt free, but was only more emotionally damaged. All his scorn towards her shattered every hope and dream she ever possessed. Bowing her head she didn't what to do next free from her fathers abusive touch, but she still felt trapped. Turning back finding the men gone Elsa removed her glove. Looking at her hand finding just how much torture she went through over the past few months. Waving it she formed a rose made from her ice. Placing it upon the fresh earth not as a mocking, but showing she did care a little. Standing up she said a few final words. "You were a horrible father, who hated me from first day of my arrival. You never once gave me a chance to make you happy for you only saw me as a monster. I do hope you are happy in death."

Afterward, she left for the only place in the world she had left and a place she couldn't bear to call home she looked out into the night, and wished for a chance at happiness for someone to look passed her powers and maybe to love her.