Devoir
Her eyes were filled with anger. The Queen's sympathy was disgusting to her. She didn't understand. So she had powers similar to Devoir's, no one was exactly like her. Both of them were quiet and didn't dare move.
"How dare you think that you have the divine right to tell people about me let alone have them react in sympathy!" Devoir accused.
"It's not like that. I too once feared that these powers would never be under control, yet here I am all because I let love in," Elsa said.
"What makes you think you understand me perfectly? I don't care if you have similar powers to me, you and I are nothing alike," Devoir spat.
Elsa recoiled. Devoir had the upper hand. She thought about everything she could do or say, but there was no point in it. She merely turned and walked away. She was tired of the life she had lived and it was time to move on.
Her walking pace turned into running, and very soon sprinting. She heard their calls to stop but didn't heed them. She was going away.
After hours of walking, she came to a snowy mountain. Arendelle was long gone. Le Marche was long gone. Everything was gone. She felt a weight come off her shoulders. She tossed her hand muff to the side. On her skin were strange marking, almost etched in blue on. She didn't care anymore. She created a tree made of solid ice. Climbing had been her passion as a child, but she could never continue after the accident. She tied her cloak around her and began to climb. She sat and rested on a branch. She was evolving into someone else. A new person was being born. The soul that had been with her long before the accident had died, and she had been hollow for the years that followed. Now she was alive again, she was free, and she felt happy.
The sky had turned an ugly gray. Although she was happy, she was still longing for the world she had once known. Her emotions weren't at piece and her heart was uneasy. This curse made her isolated, though she tried to fight it, and now she was all alone. She pushed back a stray hair from her messy bun and saw the ebony color against her pale skin.
"I wasn't always like this," she said aloud. "I wasn't always cursed. I didn't always look like this. I was blonde with beautiful blue eyes. I fit in with Le Marche. I was me and I was happy."
She began to cry. Her tears froze into crystals as they hit the snow.
"Nobody could ever love a monster like me. I can't even be touched without freezing someone or something solid."
She continued to cry. She didn't deserve this. She looked up to moon. This all happened because of a wolf. And now she was the omega.