Guess who I'd in this chapter? Actually, she is running the chapter! Hopeyou guys enjoy Elsa!

Elsa

The ball. That thought filled me with dread. I was never one for parties. That could have been the cause of locking myself in my room for around fifteen years. I bet I had the worst childhood in history.

Why did Anna's birthday have to be today? Why couldn't it be in January? Why did it have to be in August? Whenever it is warm outside I get all twitchy about accidentally causing snow storms. Anna promised she wouldn't introduce any boys this time, too. We had laughed, but I hadn't meant it. I know how to control my power now, but I'm still scared. What if I get really upset and lose control? What if I kill someone? I had tried to decline going to the party, but Anna had begged. As her older sister I literally couldn't watch her beg and plead. I finally relented and Anna had gotten up, wiped off her tears and started smiling. She was good.

The King of Wesleton was arriving for the party to apologize for his duke's behavior. I had told him I don't want to speak politics during my sister's birthday banquet, but he hadn't listened. I really just didn't want to remember the awful things I did and almost did. It makes me shudder just remembering what went on in the ice palace.

"Elsa!" Anna is a big fan of screaming, I don't know why. "Can I borrow your dress?" she asked with mischief in her voice. "No," I answered the way older sisters do, with a little bit of sass. This sister-thing was really easy/hard. "Why not?" Anna pouted. "Because you have your own clothes and you are turning nineteen so please act like it!" She really got on my nerves sometimes. Anna straightened up and disappeared into her bedroom before reappearing in her olive-green dress with black bodice. Her dress barely had sleeves, where mine had long sleeves and a cape.

I wonder if my power damaged my nervous system for I never feel hot or cold. I am also incapable of getting frostbite or freezing to death, so it can't be leprosy. That is me, always being technical and never looking anything in the eye. I prefer to use logic as a shield. Maybe one day I'll finally overcome my fear and become as courageous as Anna. I really hate to say this, but she is my hero.

I cleared my head of the thoughts, fears, and doubts while I finished twisting my long hair into a bun. "You look amazing!" Anna remarked. As much as I secretly admired her, Anna publicly admired me. "Not as amazing as you," I countered. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Once I got over my fear of hurting people, I become pretty fun to hang out with.

"Anna!" Kristoff called from outside. "Ooh! It's time!" Anna was practically bouncing off the walls! "Calm down!" I instructed, putting my hands on her shoulders. "It's your nineteenth birthday; you should at least look like your nineteen, not nine." Anna glared at me in a playful sort of matter and bounded out of the room.

"Ready to go?" Kristoff asked. I peeked through the door out at them and my heart ached as I watched Anna kiss Kristoff. To say I was jealous would be an understatement. I wasn't marry-the-man-you-just-met desperate, but I was close. I really had only myself to blame, since I locked myself in my room for ten years, then there was the matter of the ice palace… I guess you could say I'm not the social type.

The room smelled of pot–roast and the torches on the walls cast eerie shadows. The howling wind didn't help matters much, either. But the food was good and the laughter was merry. All was well until desert.

I would've preferred to have sat in the middle where I could hide, but the maids would have no nonsense. The queen was supposed to sit at the head when in her own country. Now, I sat up here at the head feeling like a pig with no apple. As I mentioned earlier, the King of Wesleton would be joining us tonight and he sat there laughing and joining with all the other men. From the snarky comments I could tell it wasn't a civilized conversation, so I didn't join. I would glance around the table nervously, and feel eyes upon me. Whenever I looked to see who it was I caught the King of Wesleton staring at me. I guess I should've expected what was to come next.

The King of Wesleton got up out of his seat to greet me. "You're Majesty," the King of Wesleton said with a flourish in his deep German accent. "You're Grace," I replied. I have to say, I honestly tried to hide my contempt. "I have to apologize for the way my duke reacted after discovering your ice powers, we had him severely punished," the king assured me. Did he take me for a fool? On the other hand, of course he did. I had dukes and duchesses at his court and they can testify that this king did not lift a finger to punish that duke. This "king" disgusted me. "Is that so," I wondered aloud. "To return to our former trading in a more, uh, trustworthy matter, I think it best to join our two houses in matrimony, marriage that is." The "king" said confidently. I was appalled by how abrupt he's been. "Thank you, but I now what matrimony is." The whole table quieted to hear my outburst. "And I never in my wildest dreams ever considered reestablishing our trade connections with Weasletown!" A manservant at the end of the table smirked; I'd have to thank him later for coming up with that mispronunciation.

"You're Majesty, could we resume this conversation somewhere more private?" the king asked, suddenly very shy. "I have nothing else to say," I remarked quietly and firmly. The king walked back to his seat, the pain of humiliation all over his face. I held my chin up high and I saw Anna laughing at Kristoff's appalled expression. I somehow knew that these offers were inevitable. I'd need to find a man, and fast.

When I finally retired to bed I barely had time to change into my night gown before plopping down on my bed and passing out. Rejecting marriage proposals really tired a girl out. Before I had gone to bed I had looked out the window. I had seen a figure pass right before the setting sun in the direction of my ice palace. I decided that I'd check it out, tomorrow. Right now I needed sleep.

I dreamt that the moon had been my only light in the darkness and that it guided me out of the maze. It had been my instructor, teaching me new things about my own powers. It had shown me an image, an image of Him. "Him" referred to Jack Frost, whom I'd been debating. I didn't dare hope that there was someone who had powers, like me. Yet, I believed that there was. The immortality I was a little iffy about, but I believed in him over-all. In the image he was really cute, so of course it was a fake image. Jack Frost was probably some old man who had lived his life in solitude, like me. At least, that is my plan. I'll never marry and Anna and Kristoff's first-born will take the throne. They are not getting married yet (thank goodness!), but it is obvious that they will eventually. Maybe if there is a guy out there for me that loves girls with ice powers, or one that just doesn't think I'm a monster. Maybe then, but now I am going to isolate myself from men. No dating, marrying, or even flirting! No, no, no! If only love was that simple.

"Rise and shine!" Anna yelled in my ear as she yanked open my curtains. I threw a pillow over my head and continued sleeping. "C'mon! C'mon!" Anna shook me until I put her in her rightful place, with my pillow.

As I was getting dressed I asked her about the rude awakening. "The King of Wesleton wants to meet with you for tea!" Anna explained. "Oh," I replied. "Then tell him no." "What!?" Anna screeched. I tried to keep my posture. "I said tell him, no." She sent me a venomous glare and I returned the favor. "He is like your last chance!" Anna said, desperately. Did she think I was so pathetic as to marry that a##hole? She must have seen the hurt look in my eyes because suddenly she understood. Anna nodded and left the room.

On my way out the door I ran into You-Know-Who. (No, not Voldemort!) "I wanted you to come to breakfast with me," the King of Wesleton told me. "I'm sorry I can't fulfill your every need," I replied, sarcastically. He glared for a second before regaining his usual, cool posture. "Well, where are you going now?" he asked. This guy was so stubborn! I turned around and looked him straight in the eye as I said, "To my demonic ice palace." The king didn't flinch at all. Was this man even human? I rolled my eyes and stalked past him and out the door. I called for my horse, Fjord, and a stable-hand brought him to me. I hopped on Fjord's back and kicked his side, clicking my tongue as I did so. I got Fjord into a gallop and off we rode into the mountains.

The castle loomed up in front of us like a giant, upside down icicle. Except this icicle was smoother and more elegantly shaped than any other icicle could be. The door of the palace was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside. A sob struck my heart like an arrow. This had been my palace of beauty, a wonderful place that had been the key to unlocking my powers. Now it was a painful memory, filled with sorrow. I had almost killed two men and Anna. The men had been in self-defense, but Anna. She had turned to solid ice, until her act of true love for me saved her. I had finally figured out how to undo my ice spells, so I decided to try that here.

There were spikes jutting out from the walls, so I melted them. I went up to the main room where the battle had occurred and my heart got caught in my throat. The once-magnificent-chandelier was in a thousand little shards of ice all over the ground. I created an icy cold wind and pushed them over the balcony. That was all I could do. I vowed then and there to never enter this room again, unless under dire circumstances. After I had regained my composure I started my search of the mysterious figure. I didn't know what to expect, for I had seen the figure flying in this direction. I didn't want the figure to be in the castle, but some deep part of me hoped that it was in the castle.

I looked in every room and saw no one. Yet when I was in the hall I felt a presence. Gathering all my courage, I held my chin up and with an air of authority, yelled, "Come out here and show yourself!" I heard a surprised draw of breath before a foot came out of the shadows. Soon enough there was a handsome young man without shoes on. Am I the only one who thought that that was strange? "Who are you and from where do you come?" I asked. The young man looked shocked. His grayish-green eyes were as wide as the moon.

"You-you can see me?" he asked quietly. What? "Yes, of course I can see you and you didn't answer my question," I boomed. "Jack Frost," he replied, obviously gaining confidence. Seriously! "Excuse me, but your real name, please." Did he take me for a fool? "That is my real name," he was getting annoyed. Well, so was I! "Fine!" I relented. I glared at him and he smiled at me! "Ugh!" I threw my hands up as I walked away from him. I had to figure out what to do with him!

"What year is it?" asked a voice behind me. "Eighteen-ninethetiuoo!" I answered with my head in my hands. "Okay, got it," he sounded confused. I looked up at him. "Why do you want to know the year?" I was the confused one now. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he replied, obviously really confused now. "I have magical ice powers, try me," I said, trying to lighten the mood. I think I just made it worse. He looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Are you Elsa?" It was my turn to be confused. I nodded; I was at a loss for words. His eyes widened even more; I thought they were about to pop out of his head.

Jack got up and started pacing around the room; I hadn't noticed that he was sitting down! "This is bad, really bad!" he kept muttering to himself. "What? What is wrong?" I asked him. "Pitch Black told me about you, about how you were like me and I tried to see if he was lying or what! And I was looking in your tooth-tube to find your memories and now I am actually stuck in your life!" He took a deep breath before continuing. "How could this happen?" Jack's face lit up as he discovered something. He walked towards the window and yelled at either the mountains or setting moon, "Why did you send me here? What am I supposed to do?" He sounded lost and desperate, it was kind of adorable. Jack sobered visually as he turned to face me. "May I stay here for a little while?" I don't know what surprised me more, the question or the fact that he used proper grammar. You have to love a guy that uses proper grammar! I nodded my head, speechless for the second time that day.

I escorted Jack to an empty section of wall near my bedchambers. I turned the wall into a door and motioned for Jack to open it. He did so and I created the bedroom. First, I made three ice pillars that rose from the ground. Next, a floor spread out from the section of wall that Jack and I were standing on. The floor spread out towards the pillars then began to rise to make walls. Once the ceiling was done I made the furniture. A bed frame emerged from the floor and then a nightstand, dresser, and desk. I stepped aside so that Jack could admire the room. I had left a section of wall bare. I melted that part to make a door to an adjoining balcony. I walked over to the door and opened it. A strong gust of wind caught me by surprise. It swooped under the slit in my skirt and tripped me. Next thing I know the breath has been stolen from my lungs and I can't even scream. Fortunately, Jack saw me and caught me before I plunged to my death. I looked up and saw the doorway from where I fell. I looked at Jack and his eyes were as wide as mine. I wrapped my arms around him and I buried my face in his shoulder. He flew upwards and back into his room. When we hit the ice I let go of him and we both sprawled across the room.

"Thank you," I gasped. "No problem," he breathed. "I think you gave me claw marks," Jack remarked. I turned my head to glare at him, and caught him smiling. The light shining through the ice made his hair look, not white, but silver. I suddenly remembered my dream, when the moon showed me Jack Frost. That image looked exactly like Frost does now, handsome. I tried to decipher what color his eyes were. They were green, now they were more of a brown color.

We just sat there for a while, just staring into each-other's eyes. Finally, I got up. This was too much awkward and weird for one day. "I'll go get you some blankets," I told him as I sat up. I doubt he actually needed the blankets, but I needed to get out of this room. As I left the room I noticed a shepherd's crook, covered in frost, next to Jack.