Elsa stared out the window listlessly. It had been a couple months since she had accidentally struck Anna with the ice. She shivered, horrified by what could've happened. She wiped a tear from her cheek before it could fall and crystallize on the sill. It was starting to get dark, and her parents wouldn't bother her. They probably thought she had gone to bed already. There was a knock on the door. Elsa sighed.

"Go away..." she said dismally.

"Elsa, would you turn me away?" Loki said, noticing her tears. Elsa gasped when she saw him.

"Loki!" she exclaimed softly, running to him before pausing and deciding against throwing her arms around his waist.

"What's wrong, little one?"

"Loki...I messed up. My powers...I...I...I can't practice with you anymore..." Loki looked worried.

"Tell me what happened?" He guided her back over to the window sill, and helped her back up into her place. Elsa nodded, and quickly recounted the tale. He felt his heart break. His little girl was hurting and scared, and he couldn't do anything about it. So things weren't any different here than on Asgard. Those who were different were always looked down upon, or treated like monsters. His perfect little girl was no monster. She was his snow angel.

"Now she doesn't remember...anything...I can't talk to her...not without her knowing..." Loki became somber. He felt much the same way, knowing what he was, and knowing how everyone else would react. He still hadn't told Thor about his Jotun heritage. As long as Odin and Frigga wanted to remain quiet on the subject, he wouldn't bring it up.

"Elsa, you can still play with your sister..."

"But I'm too scared...if something happened again...I can't." She clung to Loki, sobbing, knowing that she couldn't hurt him. He pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her hair.

"Shh...Everything's going to be okay. I promise things will get better someday." He whispered, feeling like he was choking on a sob. He hated seeing his daughter hurt like this. How dare the king and queen of this place make his daughter believe that she was a monster? She buried her face in his chest. "I promise."

"But I'm scared...I don't know how not to be...That's what makes the ice...because I'm afraid..." Loki nodded. He knew what it was to act on fear. It was exhausting.

"Remember I'm always here if you need to talk."

"Thank you, Loki. I love you." she said quietly.

"I love you too, little one." He said, watching her nod off in his lap. He carefully brought her over to the bed and tucked her in before departing. Inwardly he wondered if he should stop visiting. Encouraging Elsa's powers might make things worse. He sighed, and vanished into the night.