I am now twelve years old. Learning princess lessons from my mother separately away from Anna. I wished to see her and participate with her. Though I've heard she doesn't participate as much as I do though since she is a bit younger than me. I can picture her goofing behind our mothers back and giggling, until my mother catches us laughing and will laugh with us. As I dozed off to that dream I was caught back into reality with my mother calling me. "Elsa?"

"Yes, I'm listening." I told her as I paid a bit more attention, until I saw the snow white hair perk behind her. "Jack?" I whispered and he put a finger to his lips as he told me to hush.

"Did you ask something, dear?" My mother asked again.

"No, sorry, continue, please." She turned her back and continued to the lesson about the other kingdoms in other countries and their capitols and government. I glanced back at Jack seeing him motioning me to go play out in the winter. I shook my head, and pointed to the lesson. He floated over to me and watched me write down my notes. He saw my various of doodles of snowflakes I have made. My hands then froze the desk and paper.

"No," I hushed myself. With a small twitch of my hand trying to control my chilly power then froze the chalkboard. "I'm sorry, mother.."

"It's alright," she hurried to me and reach for me though I didn't let her. I was afraid. I didn't want to hurt her like I did with Anna. "let's take a break, you are dismissed to do as you please." I drooped my head and walked out. Jack Frost floated after me and then slowly walked along beside me. He held my hand leading me to my room as I sighed, my breath visible. With slight concern Jack slowly glanced down at me, with a small smile. "Wanna build a snowman?" I heard the small voice Anna called out behind the door.

I ran to it like many times before and I wanted to pull the door open but I couldn't. I can hear her jumping up and down already and I wanted so much to play and spend time with her.

"Go away, Anna," I nearly sobbed out. I heard her footsteps slowly fade away and finally let my icy tears shed down my cheeks.
A gentle cold finger lifted the saltwater from my cheek, Jack looking at me with such worry and held out his hand for mine like the first time I met him. "Wanna go build a snowman?" He asked waiting for my answer. I immediately took it and we headed to the north mountain like everyday, like always. And so I had more lessons, but lessons to control my icy powers.

He stood next to me, his bare feet imprinting the snow, as mine were only the shape of my shoes. I took off mine embracing the cold. Soon as my feet felt the powdery snow, I didn't shiver, it felt natural. Jack smiled and showed me a few tricks I can use to make my powers a bit safer. Soon then it turned into another snowball fight. I saw him then fall down after striking him with a snowball on the side of his head. "Oh no!" I shouted and ran after him, "Jack!" I slid on my knees to him slightly touch his head until and opened his icy eyes, "Boo!" He shouted and I fell over startled, letting out a sigh of relief
"You scared me."

"Don't be." He chuckled floating back up and helped me to my feet. I couldn't help but smile and we walked back to the castle hand in hand, even though it was half a day to get back. Once we entered through the back entry way, mother caught me walking back to my room with Jacks hand. "Elsa, what are you doing?"
I looked back up at Jack then my mother, slowly letting go of his cold hand. I didn't respond to her, Jack hushed me and told me it was going to be okay. We quickly hurried back to my room as he made mini snowmen with hands. He sat with me on the middle of my bed as we circled our hands creating snowflakes and mini snowmen together. I had so much fun, creating amazing wonders with him. He was my best friend.

I would wait for him by my window, waiting patiently to use my powers, but soon as I touched the sill, ice spread across. I flinched, taking my hands back holding them close to my chest. They're getting stronger.
My father soon came in, sliding on white gloves over my hands.

"These will help." He told me and covered his big hands over mine and smiled. I smiled too, because I had hope that I was going to be with Anna again. "Conceal, don't feel." He told me countless of times,

"Don't let it show," I finished for him. I wish not to wear gloves but I have to. Whatever I touch turns to ice, and I don't know why. Why was I born with such a gift, maybe I shouldn't say gift, more like a curse. How come I can not control it? I don't like the way it's keeping me in, but I can't help it. It's for Anna, I keep reminding myself. I will do this for Anna to be with her again.