"Elsa, fear will be your enemy."
Elsa bolted up in her bed. She saw her breath in the moonlight. Elsa hid her face in her hands, she had frozen her room again. It became a habit of hers to do when she was under stress, or in this case, have nightmares. She imagined that she would feel a chill from the ice, but she felt nothing. She took deep breaths and then went back to lie on her bed. She looked at the frost covering the ceiling. "A ruler with a frozen heart..." she whispered.
The prophecy was repeated to her many times as a child. She always found it in books and the servants muttered it every winter. Her parents told her not to listen to it but she couldnt ignore it.
"A ruler with a frozen heart, will curse the land in unending winter, and mankind will suffer through snow and ice, unless freed with a true sacrifice." She whispered again. Elsa didn't understand the true sacrifice part of it. She shut her eyes tightly and took deep breaths, "You are not the prophecy," she chanted, "you will not be the prophecy." Elsa fell asleep to her mind whispering the prophecy over and over again.