Icy stared at the woman as they wandered through the halls, a burning in her chest made it hard to breathe I hate you. She struggled to look away from the woman, insight told her they were getting closer the the side of the house holding windows that might have watched her childhood. She had planned on staying in her childhood house while she sorted through the strange magic that tingled on her fingertips. Icy stared at her fair skin a moment too long. When Elsa began to turn, Icy ripped her gaze away- her distorted focus sending her flat into an unknown target. She felt her back hit the floor and suddenly her view was filled with ginger hair and turquoise eyes. Fuck you. Were the words tingling on her lips that never were vocalized.

"Oh wow! Are you okay? Elsa who is this? Oh what are you doing bringing strange woman home? Oh no Elsa don't tell me-" Icy stared as the ginger girl began to talk Elsa's ears off before Icy could catch a breath or throw in insult at her, both made her livid.

"No-no-no! Its not like that Anna Icy just needs a place to stay." Elsa put her hands up defensively and shied away from the over-powering energy of the red head. The girl reminded Icy of someone, a flash back of frizz-ridden hair that could have come from a bolt of lightning and energy so sudden you could have sworn she was just sleeping a second ago and no where near climbing that tree or jumping off that rock into the water or igniting fires and watching them devour everything. The memory made her dislike the ginger with dark disinterest, she could not stand anyone who had ever made her flash-back, she gritted her teeth and crossed her arms, completely aware of the way her eye brows now perked with anger.

"Well if she needs a place to stay why didn't you send her to an Inn at the tavern or something?"

"Anna!"

"So the place is infested with rats, who cares?" Elsa sighed angrily and stared at the girl, a small smile playing across her lips despite the obvious annoyance. Icy had every impulse in the world to hiss something sly out of her lips, but something strange held her back- the way the girls looked at each other alone was enough to enrage her with envy. The fact she had not said a word surprised her probably more then anything else she had done that night. She narrowed her eyes at Elsa, the look of annoyance and obvious struggle was amusing as well, so maybe Icy would not say anything after all.

"Anna,please just-"

"I know- I know! I let Kristoff stay so you can let your girlfriend stay," Anna turned and gave Icy an annoying wink and skipped down the hall. Elsa sighed and looked like she would enjoy smashing her own head into the wall.

"Family?" Icy raised an eyebrow and watched Elsa's face change.

"Yeah, sisters..." Elsa half smiled and rolled her eyes. Icy swallowed what may have been a lump in her throat but she dismissed as a feeling of hunger or stress or boredom, whatever it was she knew it was not sorrow. Right? Yeah, Right.

"I wouldn't know." Icy said simply, she had a feeling she should be mean to this woman, why was she not? She is fairly attractive. She almost laughed out lound at herselfand began to walk forward again.

"Oh, well sorry about that Anna is sort of annoying." She watched the woman fold her hands into themselves and walk straighter. Through her peripheral vision she studied the thick yellowed blonde hair pulled into a braid and she grazed over the woman's body, skinny-curvy-beautiful.How the hell did Icy not completely hate her by now? The question hung in the air and Icy shook it away angrily. Of course I hate her, why would I not?

"That's one word for it." She growled as they walked. Elsa seemed to walk as though the walls were going to grab her suddenly and beat her senseless, she was timid, the slightest bit paranoid. Again Icy anticipated the jealousy and the hatred that never came. You'd think I was going soft. Icy scoffed to herself and Elsa opened a door for her.

"You can stay here, It's my old room but its nicer then any of the other rooms." The room was filled with elegant blues and light greens, cloths made of silk that shone with the moonlight flushing in through the oh-so-familiar window.

"Well at the least it isn't infested with rats." Icy rolled her eyes and walked right up to the hugs, triangular window- staring down at the view she would always know as the window were she had sent all of her hopes and prayers, the ones which had gone unanswered. The girl growing up it this room would have seen Icy and her family whenever she dared to look a little closer. She flashed back to the day when everything had finally come out, the last day she saw her mother or her father and the day she had sat on the biggest boulder along the shore and stared up at the window, snickering and laughing and smirking, knowing that her days of muffled silence were over. The day she could have sworn she saw a pair of blue eyes. Icy turned and by meeting Elsa's gaze for a split second she saw every detail. Elsa's eyes were not like hers, they were bright and oceanic. They speckled with small tints of green and grey and the blue was mixed into a green as well. Icy would remember it as her favorite shade. She almost laughed at herself.

"Well goodnight." Elsa replied to quickly, to nervously and turned, shutting the door behind her. As the queen left the anger that Icy had been anticipating all came at once, she stared at her feet with her eyebrows curved in rage while icicles of all shapes and sizes splintered through the floor and crawled up the walls as if they thought they might make it to heaven. When she ripped herself away from her standing point she rested her hands on the window- glaring at the tiny abandoned house that stood up and tall on the outskirts of an isolated kingdom. Frost slithered up the glass panes, eventually obscuring her view of her roots. She stared at her hands and in that moment she knew she could not hate Elsa simply because she hated herself too much. Her hands shook ferociously and before she had to look at them any longer she crawled into bed were the trembling of her limbs was hidden under sheets cloaked in frost.

She remembered all the days she had spent as a young girl in that house, all of the winters she would spend shivering alone and cold, sickly and dying- but she never did despite her wishes. Strange that now laying in her own artificial winter the cold didn't bother her.