Elsa rolled in her bed hard enough to send herself flying to the floor where her skull collided with the hardwood sickeningly. She cringed and touched the swollen area bound to bruise. Why was she so cold? And every thought was flooded with dark, nightly blue eyes and fair skin. A deep, seductive voice belonging to a icy creature. Elsa clenched her fists with discomfort and she felt suddenly restless, accompanied by a tingling sensation and a rush of hormones. She tried with all her strength to pick herself up off the floor, clinging to the bedpost for dear life only to roll around in bed so hard that a half hour later she was in the same place only now she had hit her head twice on the same spot of floor.

"Ow- fuck." Elsa whispered and clutched her head, waiting for to throbbing pain to fade. She din't bother picking herself up off the cold dark oak again, her heart was pounding with a strangeness she could not shake, her own hands were trembling and frosting her fingertips. She bit her lip, the sensation of loosing control washing over her nerves. She propped herself up on her elbow, her stomach pressed flat against the cold and she stared up at her balcony doors.

Not long after the great thaw, Elsa had moved her room into her father's old study. Mostly for the balcony and the sense of freedom it gave her to look down on her smiling sister, playing with her new found snowman friend and Kristoff, but also the comfort of her father's presence in the room seemed to always calm ever her wildest most rabid thought, thoughts that sometimes picked at her mind with surgical syringes and gnawed on her skull like an animal.

However in this particular situation Elsa felt more embarrassed by the feeling of his spirit then comforted. She rolled over like a child, first onto her back and then she forced herself up with her arms. She was met by the green eyes of her father's coronation day and she sighed into the empty air around her. She folded her legs and titled her head sideways, staring at the framed moment and running her hands through her hair.

"Hey Dad." She said, hoping she was loud enough for him to hear her, "Its been awhile, I know." She flattened the frizzy strands that were spiraling in all directions, untying her braid and beginning again. "How's Mom? Everything OK up there?" She felt herself blush at her ridiculous antics. "I uhm... I wanted to talk." she finished her braid and let her hands fall uselessly into her lap, her skin comforted by the milky white silk fabric. "If... If love is real... I'd like to know where it is." she stared into the endless emerald within his eyes and her face was stitched into a frown at the sudden thought of love, the tingling inside of her body running wild through her blood and causing her cheeks to redden.

What is love? is it even real? where the hell do you find it? Is it normal to find it within a person of your own gender? Was it even possible?

These were the things Elsa wished her parents would have told her about. Not 'Conceal Don't Feel.' Which could very easily be the source of her mental confusion.

"am I... Am I totally weird, or completely insane to think I might like a woman, not a man?" she stared into the silence all around her, the presence within the room growing stronger, maybe it was just her, or maybe the air around her got much warmer, much like the embrace her father gave her as a child, before the accident, before 'Don't let them know.' earned a second definition exempt the times her Dad would give Elsa an extra cookie while Anna only had one, or when he would tuck her in twice when she was scared while her mother did not think coddling was an appropriate solution to 'monsters'.

Elsa breathed in the warm as she shrugged to her feet- knowing that she would not be able to find sleep after her talk with her father.

"I love you." She whispered into the endless night time and with that the smothering warmth grew stronger, the tingling in her stomach receded and she found comfort in an endless silence. She tiptoed to her father's desk, her hands running over the smooth white wood. "And I know... I have to be a good girl." She felt the words come out sickly across her lips. "but... I think I'm ready to admit, I'm not a perfect girl... Forgive me, I have let you both down." Her eyes blurred with the sadness that was causing her lungs to burn ablaze and she struggled to keep her hands at ease while they itched with emotion. She ran her fingers to the knob of the only drawer, of which she found she had never opened. Small amounts of frost followed her fingernails. She pulled on it gently, inside a quill pen and blank whiter papers were neatly arranged. She picked up the first paper, she squinted and flipped it over, swearing she saw a pen mark but it stood still flawless and blank. She turned, holding the paper to the moonlight, and in that gleaming beacon stood a message her father had hidden, Let it Go.

Icy paced back and forth in front of the frosted over window, checking that the door was locked more then necessary. The room gleamed with the crystallizing of Icy's thoughts, the bed sheets were hard and crisp with ice and the walls were being viciously strangled by the frosted designs that splintered and cracked almost as violently as Icy's mind. She sat on the snow covered floor, what now? She did not know how to un-freeze her own magic, she had tried many times but she always failed. Icy sighed with anger, her blood running hot from rage. All her anger could be directed at Elsa, anger at her so being pretty, and skinny but she hated many others for that too. She guessed the frustration was caused by the girl being kind to her, Icy didn't deserve her kindness- look how she was returning it after all. She threw another glance out the window, turning so suddenly she scared herself as she brought her fists into the wall.

You're useless, you're a fucking monster. You're a monster.

She whimpered slightly, her weakness was eating her alive at the seams. A knock came through the wood of the door.

"Icy? Are you there?" Elsa's voice was light and airy as usual, compared to Icy's dark and deep tone it seemed almost sour, laced with grace.

"Go away," She tried to make herself seem groggy, like she had just woken up, however she ended up just sounding miserable.

"...Are you okay?" The question was honest but Icy could feel herself cringe and barely stopped herself from hissing out an insult. She could not be vile to this girl, but she did not know why she still held her tongue.

"Yes. I'm fine. I'll be out soon." Icy tried to maintain a steady voice, despite the cracks and aches in her head and heavy heart. God look at me, I am truly a bitch.

"Your door is so cold, are you sure?" But when Icy's words were suddenly caught in her throat Elsa ended up pushing through the frozen over door.

Icy recoiled in shame, a sign of weakness flashing over her face before trying again to stand up straight and tall.

"Get out." she said smoothly, but Elsa did not falter. "I said get out!" Her voice hardened but still Elsa remained in the room planted were she was, staring at the dark woman. Elsa stepped forward, and in sync with her Icy moved back a few steps. Elsa reached out quickly, her hand barely touching Icy's. "DON"T TOUCH ME!'" Elsa jumped at Icy's suddenly much louder voice. Icy felt herself break a little on the inside, memories buried deep inside began to resurface as skeletons she thought would never come crawling back out of the closet, still fleshy and bloody from their altercations, and she jumped back hard enough to stumble over her own feet. Icy refused to make eye contact with Elsa, she pulled away into the corner of the room, her hand close to her chest.

"Icy?" Elsa finally broke the five minutes of silence. "Let me help you." Icy glared at her, finally meeting her blue gaze.

"Don't touch me." And Icy receded farther into her shell