It was Elsa's worst nightmare. In a moment of lost control, she shot icicles at her sister. Everyone in the ballroom gasped in horror.
"She is a monster!" the Duke of Weselton said.
"A witch!" someone else cried.
Anna had a look of horror on her face, but she still took a step forward. "Elsa—"
"No, wait!" Hans cried. "I've seen this before! I know the solution!"
Elsa was ready to flee the castle, but Hans' words made her pause. She calmed her heavy breathing enough to ask, "You...what?"
Was it possible? Elsa had never heard of anyone else with ice powers like hers. But if someone else knew about them...
Hans grabbed something off the buffet table and handed it to Elsa. "Here, drink this! It will control your powers!"
"What is it?" Elsa asked.
"It's a magical elixir, from my home country," he said.
"It's delicious!" Anna said, nodding happily. "I ate it with those chips!"
Elsa drank it. The icicles from the floor shrank into nothingness, and a collective sigh of relief filled the room.
"What is this called?" Elsa asked.
She turned the bottle over and read the label: Tabasco Sauce.