Elsa's POV

I'd hit her.

I'd hit her in the heart. Now she'd surely freeze. I was sure of it myself.

The ice only grew. No matter how much I wished it away, the thought that I had struck my sister in the chest in the heart just kept putting more burden on me. It had been at least a few hours now. She was probably freezing...and possibly dead.

I paced around the room, breathing heavily. The ice was purple...the last time I could remember it purple was...when? I don't think it was ever purple.

"Get it together..." I muttered. "Control it."

Putting my hands to my head, I walked around in circles, wishing I had my gloves, my parents, anything or anyone.

"Conceal, don't feel..." I muttered. "Don't feel, don't feel, don't feel, DON'T FEEL..."

Nothing worked. Sighing, I buried my head in my hands.

Would anything ever go back to normal?