At the sight of her mother, her heart slowed down a little more.
Maybe she could do it.
If she could spend all evening quietly, concealing, perhaps she could really start to dominate her power. She did not want to think about it, if possible ... Now was a few years that her life was confined to her bedroom, and the hope that could be a change had become a pain.
And the pain was sadness, discouragement, despair ... And Ice.
But she could try. She had to try. Her dad did not say that she could do it? It was just a matter of learning how. Surely she could do.
Why not tonight?
There was Anna, and she still loved her. She had chased so many times, but she was there with a gift for her, just like mom and dad.
A gift.
Elsa had no gifts.

They all took place under the tree. It was easy to distinguish packets of Anna, they had an odd shape… And they were wonderful. She saw at once what would have been for her, and in her heart she fell in love instantly with it. The one from mom and dad was near that.
Her hands were trembling violently, and the heart was heavy, as she felt approaching the time when it would have been clear to everyone that she had nothing for any of them.

What a treat. Finally! They were all together ...
Anna did not stop for a moment to look at Elsa, her beautiful sister Elsa, and when she saw her lay eyes on her package and dissolve her stiff expression she felt satisfied for every moment spent in the kitchen, disposing hands and patience to create the cake. Oh, she couldn't wait to see her open that! She could not wait to watch her reaction. Maybe she would have laughed happy ... Maybe she would tease her, for her approximate abilities, but she surely would have loved it.
How could she not adore it?
It has to be the last one, of course! She had to open it last and be the Grand Finale of gifts! She wonder if mom and dad would let them taste the sweets before dinner? Maybe if they had known, they would have decided to wait until later. Luckily she was withheld from making anticipations or play "guess what I'll give."
"Mom and dad's one, before! Okay Elsa? "

Elsa looked up at her sister as if she had just woken up with that question. She was tense, focused, but in the heat of joy Anna could not see it. She grabbed the package says " Elsa " and placed it on the lap to her older sister . She refrained from jump in a panic to sheer lack of preparation, but her heart exploded in fright realizing how easy it was for Anna , so euphoric and reckless , to touch her. She was so happy ... And Elsa felt so guilty for not being able to feel anything but white fear.
If she had embraced her? If after seeing the gift, that so much she wanted to discard and discover, Elsa were excited too? The gloves would have been really helpful? ... She was not even in her room... Her parents were there, but in a moment Anna had moved and almost touched her. She could not stop her from moving, they could not tell her not to touch her or explain to her that it was dangerous ...
Elsa shook the gift and she used all his strength to smile a little, shake as little as possible , and begin to open the parcel.

"Oooooh!"
Anna had already opened her gift. She pulled out of the box a set of colors, different types of brushes, paints and other accessories for drawing. There were some wonderful colors! Anna loved pictures, drawing, painting ... She known as old friends all the pictures of the castle. She remembered where they were and recognize the different styles of painting. She drew so much, especially since it was one of those things that are fun even if you are alone.
"Mother! Father! They are beautiful, thank you! Thank you so much! "
He sprang from her seat and fell on her mother's neck, holding her. Her hand on the head, laughing affection. A moment later two loud kisses landed on the cheek of his father.
"Elsa, did you see how beautiful? There are many, we can paint together sometime! "
She wanted to say that, and she said it, but it was like calling the cold immediately after that moment of genuine excitement.
Elsa did not look up from his pack, now open. Her expression was unreadable, but she could not hide the shadow of fear. Perhaps she don't liked her gift so much as Anna did. Anna leaned a little forward, peering inside the box. Inside there were a wonderful new dress, dark blue, decorated with blue gems and silver finishes. A wonderful necklace was just in a corner of the box, with a blue stone in it. Resting above all, a book. Elsa already got in his hand a pair of long gloves, a wonderful clear silk, that she must have found in the same box, next to the dress.
"Elsa! How beautiful! Wow ... Can I see them? "
And saying so, with slow caution, Anna moved his hand toward Elsa.

She doesn't even saw them.
The dress, the necklace and the book, at Elsa's eyes, they were not even there.
Her eye was caught by those elegant gloves, a beauty and amazing quality .
She wasn't staring at them because she admired them, she was staring at them because those gloves had brought her back to reality.
The gloves that she used at that time were beginning to feel tight, she needed new ones.
She needed new ones, because it was clear that Elsa was not learning to manage her powers.
Only that morning she had frozen her room completely, just because she felt lonely.
If Anna had entered at that moment, she would have been able to kill her.
"Would have been able"? She was already gone close ... In fact, she HAD killed her. The Trolls saved her. She would bring gloves forever. She would have read books in that room forever, dressed in an elegance that would only be seen by her parents. How could she hope to solve, to be able to learn? Anna's Sun had almost been turned off forever...

-We shouldn't live in the same place- Elsa had said before ... But it wasn't Anna the one who has to leave.
Elsa's heart exploded every kind of emotion she was trying to suppress.

Love for her parents who protected her even though she was a monster,
Hate for herself, for not having the strength to give up hope,
Despair for the awareness of being cursed to this,
Confusion, because no one could explain how she could do it,
Loneliness, because she could not explain, could not say it, she just had to hide ...

And finally fear. Blind, terrible fear ... For Anna's hand, that was now near her.