From that day on, the princesses
Were worlds apart by doors.
They longed for happy times that could
Not happen anymore.
For thirteen years, the younger sister's
Knock was left ignored,
And building snowmen, when she asked,
No longer struck a chord.
For while the halls where Anna roamed
Were warm and sunshine lit,
The chamber Elsa paced in was
Her cage, its walls frostbit.
Her powers waxed year after year,
But yet, waned her control,
The worry and the anguish burrowed
Deep into her soul.
The gloves she wore were only good
For shackling her mind;
Her parents calmly talked, but she
Could not respond in kind.
"Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show,"
The mantra she'd repeat,
But in her heart she knew this was
Impossible, this feat.
The King and Queen, they sadly passed
Upon a stormy sea
And left two daughters on their own,
A land to oversee,
And broken hearts and memories.
What will you bring, O cruelest fate,
To thaw these frozen hearts innate
Before the time grows much too late?
