Elsa looked up at the sky and felt a cold flake settle on her nose. "Snow?" she whispered, confused.
"You know, you think you would be used to snow already," Ana laughed, "I mean, you can control it." She continued to walk back towards the castle, chuckling. When she looked back over her shoulder, she noticed Elsa rooted to the spot, staring up at the sky. Snowflakes were slowly drifting down in swirling eddies of white.
"What's wrong, Elsa?" she asked, concerned.
"I'm not doing this," Elsa responded, "I mean, I don't think I am."
Ana was not fazed, "Haven't you ever heard of natural snow? You know, the kind that isn't created by some weird magical sister who can control the weather. I'm pretty sure that places without magical snow makers still get snow."
"Ya," Elsa commented, "I guess you are right." Despite her confirmation, Anna could tell that her sister was still distracted. They both walked into the castle slowly, watching the flakes coating the ground.
"I don't get it," Ana said, "It has snowed before without you causing it."
"Yes, I know Ana. This one just feels different." Elsa was walking along, distracted. She gazed deeply out of every window, trying to see beyond the snowy landscape. Something was definitely different about this snowfall.
Ana walked off with another laugh and a reassurance that snow was normal. However, Elsa couldn't be comforted. Secretly, she was still afraid of her own powers. Her moods tended to set them off frequently.
Lost in thought, Elsa didn't see Kristoff until he was almost upon her. When she did notice him, she looked up sharply. He had stopped to look at her. "Yes Kristoff," she said curtly.
"I was just looking for Ana," he responded. She pointed the way that Ana had gone off. Before leaving, he reached for her shoulder, but then thought better of it. She crossed her arms, curling in on herself as if to ward off danger. "Elsa, is everything okay?" he asked, his fair eyebrows arched in concern.
She sighed and was about to reply that 'yes' everything was indeed fine. However, something about the look of concern in his face held her back. She surprised herself by responding, "I don't know Kristoff, I am not making it snow outside." She hesitated before adding, "I don't think so at least."
She expected him to laugh and brush it off as Ana had done. Instead, he seemed to consider what she had said. "You know," he told her, "I heard the ice cutters talk of a legend one time. They spoke of a boy by the name of Jack Frost who is responsible for snow, ice and blizzards. The ice cutters loved him of course, but maybe he is your mysterious snow maker. Well, he has been said to be a bit of a trouble maker."
With that, Kristoff walked away, leaving Elsa alone with her thoughts again. Without meaning to, she felt his words worming their way into her mind. What if Jack Frost was the cause of this weather, and not her? In any case, it felt good to blame someone else for the snow and ice, if only for a little while.