Once, there lived two sisters—one born with the ability of being able to have control over snow and ice.

It was a gift and at the same time, a curse—a burden that Elsa would have to carry until she passes. Or that's just how she sees it.

Anna, who was born without any sort of power, was just plain little Anna. Or that's just how she sees it.

Neither of them thought it was bad. They loved their differences and arrived at a point where they wished they had what the other had.

It was also painfully clear who their parents' favorite was, but they didn't mind as much. They were sisters. It shouldn't matter who won over their parents' love and attention, who gets the special treatment, who gets whatever they want whenever they asked. They weren't supposed to hate each other over something so little. They shouldn't let something so silly ruin or get in the way of their sisterly love.

"Elsa!" the ginger made her way to the side of her sister's bed, shaking her shoulders. "Elsa! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

"Anna, go back to sleep!"

The princess didn't relent. Instead, she presses on with her wish. "I justcan't! Thesky'sawake, soI'mawake, so wehavetoplay!"

"Go play by yourself." Elsa slurred, moving her hand to push her sibling off the bed. The girl landed on her bottom with a soft thud. What was a five year old to do? All she wanted was to play and have fun. Wait, that was it! Anna suddenly smiles, crawls back onto the bed.

If there was one thing Elsa loved more than getting regular amount of sleep was stacking up snow to make snowmen and do whatever she deem worthy of her time.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

Elsa's eye fluttered open and a smile crossed her face. Soon, the siblings were rushing down the stairs and into the empty ballroom.

One of the few things that the the two siblings had in common was their love to play together. Elsa would make snow forts and snowmen out of thin air. Pile after pile, Anna would leap over the mounds of snow her sister conjured, landing safely on more piles of the fine snow.

"Anna, slow down!"

It was all fun and games up until Elsa somehow managed to slip on the thin layer of ice she was on. Yes, the room had been that frozen. It wasn't on purpose. She never meant to do it.

Blue eyes widened as her sister's own weren't looking back. Her body was cold and her temperature was dropping. Fear kicked in and she cried for help.

Her sister won't wake up.

That night, the king and the queen made a decision that would forever change the way Elsa knew them. Her dear mother and father decided to lock her away, never to see Anna again.

It wasn't her fault. If anything, it was Anna's. If she hadn't been so reckless to make that jump, none of this would have ever happened to them. Such a thing could've been avoided, had Anna stayed put. This wouldn't happen if she slept through all her persuading and ignored her requests. That was it.

Anna's the very reason why she was held in her room for the rest of her life. And yet, her parents still think she was the one to blame, that she was a monster who must be kept in her room.

Elsa's heart grew bitter and cold. She envied how her sister could roam the castle freely, with no restrictions while she couldn't. Everyday, Anna would walk up to her room, rapping at the door, asking her if she could come out and play, as if to mock her, as if to rub it all in her face. She was the lucky one.

Her parents would come and go, checking how she was holding up. She never felt anything from them—no love, no anything. They were beyond terrified with what she could do with her powers. No that they weren't aware, but it grew even greater as the years go by. It wasn't her to blame this time. It was something outside her control.

The temperature dropped every time she gets frustrated—something she had observed over time. And there was never a time when she's not frustrated.

What had she done to deserve this? Why does it have to be her? To be the one to bear with this curse for as long as she lives? She didn't ask for this—all she wanted was a normal life and none of these.

Her mummy and daddy didn't love her anymore because of her stupid powers.

Or they never did.

Why else would they throw her in her room, forbidding her to leave? For years, she had bee suppressed, and again, because of her inability to hold down her magic—or as they would like to call it her curse.

Young Elsa was wounded when her parents were planning to hand the throne over to her sister Anna, or to someone else, since she wasn't fit to be the ruler of Arendelle. They considered this when her years spent locked away in her room proved useless, getting very little progress in containing her powers. Of course, things didn't go the way they planned.

Had their ship survived that day, she wouldn't receive the throne. She wouldn't be crowned queen once she comes of age.

This wouldn't have happened. This wouldn't have happened if she just stayed put in her room. Her parents wouldn't have to strip her birthrights from her.

Her life was already pathetic enough. Why do they have to take everything away?

Each night, she would fall asleep crying, feeling all the pain and loneliness and anger well inside her chest, exploding in bursts of emotions, only to come out as tears rolling down her cheeks—all until tonight. No tears came.

Only nightmares.

Her eyes were closed shut, in fear of waking up to the ice creeping its way to the ceiling. She was afraid of what she might see in the morning that day. What if she wakes up to the sight of jagged spikes of ice at the tip of her nose?

No. It won't happen again, she would tell herself. She won't let her fear get the better of her. The last thing she wanted was a blizzard devastating her kingdom.

Prying open her eyes was the hardest part of her routine. It takes a lot ofher mental energy and nearly all her strength to even squint them open. Slowly, she did just that.

To her relief, nothing seemed to be frozen solid or covered in thin layers of frost. It was safe to assume that it was clear to walk on her carpeted floor. Sometimes, her room turns into a forest coated in snow. Sometimes, it becomes littered with shards of ice; up the walls, on her floor, and the door knob. And she loses control of her powers most of the time, so this happens very often.

Pushing herself out of bed, she stretched her arms, letting out a small yawn. Dark locks framed her face, in short, her hair was a mess as it stuck out in nearly every direction.

"Today's the day." she managed to mutter. Elsa liked to think she was more of a sleeper and was less of a morning person but another day awaits. This time, it wasn't that so ordinary.

"Today's the day." chimed Anna, her head peaking out the door. "You ready yet?"

"Give me a minute." she coldly responded, which roughly translated to go away. Elsa would have slammed the door at her face, should she do that again.

But Elsa had other important things to attend to. Needless to say, today's going to be a very busy day. "Better get ready then."

It was her coronation day.

"Conceal, don't feel." her father would remind her and she would recite the words over and over. "Put on a show."

Years had passed since her mother and father's ship sunk to the bottom depths of the ocean—thirteen years of being cramped up in what little space there is in her room.

No one had to know. No one had to know her pain or her sufferings. Then again, she wanted everyone to know the hell she'd been through, having been confined to the prison she considered her room.

"Elsa? Are you done yet?"

"Not now, Anna."

How she hated that annoying knock that always seem to pester her over and over.

Pacing around in circles, now dressed and ready, Elsa takes a deep breath. This was her big day. Why won't the ice stop coming from out of her hands?

Author's Note: Hello, wonderful readers! Pawpsicles here, and I am very happy to announce that I will move and publish this story here! I used to update on Wattpad but then I thought: why not post here? An audience is hard to get by in the Wattpad community, with my dying account and all that or maybe because of my dry writing that drove them all away... but I'd rather not dwell on the matter. Truth be told, I really want to improve my writing and I was planning on dumping all my work here because I'm currently cleaning up my account and fixing things. Something like that.

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