No sides this time. All Elsa.

It had been about two weeks since Elsa first arrived at the "Icecrown Citadel" and had in a literal sense: "met the man of her dreams". Since then she had become a part of the "Cult of the Damned" and began to study necromancy. She didn't enjoy the dark practice, but she felt welcome among the other necromancers, and the chill of the frigid air of Icecrown made her feel comfortable.

Despite her reluctance to change out of her dress of snow she had made for herself, the other cult members insisted she wear necromancer robes. Purple didn't work with her as well as light blue, but she couldn't fight everything.

She spent as much time as possible by Arthas trying to learn anything about him and hoping it would lead to the truth about her consistent dreams. The efforts proved fruitless however, and only served to irritate Arthas and bring Elsa into a few near death situations.

However one day Arthas came to her.

"Lady Deathwhisper has told me your studies are coming along nicely yet you refuse to practice what you learn." said Arthas

It was true. Elsa really did not want to trap anyone in the eternal torment of undeath. But she was finding it easier and easier to watch other people do it.

Arthas continued "You cannot be a part of the Cult of the Damned if you are not willing to bind the dead to your will. Even despite the fact you show more promise than any other acolyte before you. Let me give you a taste of what power awaits you."

He pointed Frostmourne at Elsa and a blue line shot from it to her head. Suddenly a cold feeling filled her body. She never minded the cold before, however this cold was painful, the kind that keeps people inside their homes and near the fire.

Then it lightened up, she was still chilled but she felt … stronger. It felt so good, so euphoric. She felt as if she could tear down the citadel with a single blast from her ice.

But then suddenly it was gone. She collapsed to the floor from the transition back into her normal weaker state.

"That was a taste of what you could control, but only if you study, I will be watching your progress." Arthas stated as he walked away.

Elsa went to her living cell to ponder what she had just been shown. Her cell wasn't large but it was luxurious. It appeared all cult members lived a lifestyle that was very similar to her life at castle, minus the constant isolation.

Elsa's mind drifted to that feeling of absolute power she had felt during her encounter with Arthas. She hadn't felt that great since she erected her palace of ice. No. It was like when she and Anna were children and they would play with her magic. No. It was something far greater than either of those feelings. She needed that power to course through her veins again.

Then her mind shifted to the screams of the living test subjects being ressurected. They were just ordinary people from the fallen kingdom of "Lordaeron". She was getting used to it, yet the immense feeling of pity never weakened. Just random people unfortunate enough to be captured and taken here.

"But then what have people ever done for me?" Elsa thought to herself.

Suddenly a frigid rage rose within her. "WHAT HAVE PEOPLE EVER DONE FOR ME!?" she screamed. "NOTHING! THEY HAVE ONLY BROUGHT ME PAIN AND LONELINESS! WHY DO THEY DESERVE MY PITY!?"

Elsa settled down gasping for breath. She understood now. Why should she care how people felt? Did people ever care how she felt? Given, these weren't the citizens of Arendelle but they probably would not have treated her any differently.

Elsa got up and stormed to Lady Deathwhisper's chambers. Before she tried to avoid the female Lich because she believed Arthas would try to push Elsa closer to to her and she would lose contact with him. Now however all that mattered was that she resume her studies and gain the power promised to her.

She slammed open the doors of the Lich's chambers with an icy blast. Lady Deathwhisper was startled but quickly composed herself.

"Give me a test subject now! I wish to hone my skills!" Elsa demanded.

Lady Deathwhisper was puzzled. The only student she had who was reluctant to practice Necromancy was now demanding to practice? Normally she would have killed a student who demanded something from her in such a way. But the Lich King informed her that this "Elsa" was under his protection and that if anything happened to Elsa, Lady Deathwhisper would pay dearly.

"Very well then." Lady Deathwhisper said trying to mask her outrage.

This was one of the times she was glad she was a Lich. Liches can't make facial expressions and she would not have been able to hide the scowl she would most definitely have had in life.

Within a few minutes Lady Deathwhisper had one of the test subjects in the training chamber.

The subject was a young woman who clearly has been being held captive here for a long time due to her thin malnourished body. Elsa felt a pang of pity when she saw this woman but then reminded herself of the fury and hatred that now burned inside of her.

Elsa shot an icicle straight through the woman's heart. As she learned from her new spellbook, you should never damage any part of the body that would make it immobile in undeath.

Then Elsa collected dark energies towards her. This sensation of spellcraft was completely different from her ice power. She had to chant brief words of power and tap an energy known as "mana". Whenever she ran low on this "mana" she felt exhausted and famished. She had to build up an endurance to spellcraft to be able to use mana frequently. It was similar to when people would exercise.

When she was done collecting the energies, she chanted a few words of power and channeled it towards the corpse of the unfortunate woman.

The woman began screaming as her sould was torn from her body and she came out as a wraith.

"Very good." said Lady Deathwhisper "Do you feel the power coursing through your body? Do you see the glory of what you have been neglecting?"

Elsa did. She felt power pulsing in her body and it felt amazing. Not nearly as great as the feeling Arthas gave her, but it was still a wonderful feeling. It was at this moment Elsa decided to forsake any feeling of compassion for the innocent, their suffering was little price to pay in exchange for this feeling of pure ecstasy.

The wraith she had just created however, was crying. Elsa did not care though.