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Dear Mother,

I eavesdropped on a conversation earlier-yes I know I shouldn't have but I do like to be sneaky-anyways, it concerns Elsa and I and our…relationship. I assume Anna brought something up though I wasn't eavesdropping long enough to hear who started it. When I entered the conversation, Olaf, the snowman, said something along the lines of Elsa being in love with me. Which is completely ridiculous since we have only known each other for a short time and I do not plan on creating a romantic relationship. Elsa denied the statement but then proceeded to say she enjoyed my company. No one has said that about me since you died, Mother. This is when I decided that it was appropriate for the conversation to be stopped and I said the first thing that was on my mind. I said that I enjoyed her company. I have not said that about someone in a long, long time.

I do not know if that is the truth or if it is another lie my mind came up with to save face. The longer I stay in Arendelle, the more confused I become. I am beginning to like Arendelle. I like the people and the colors. I like the scenery and the peacefulness. I like spending my days with Elsa more than I like studying. I feel I am changing but I do not know if it is good or bad. I have a feeling it is because of Elsa and that terrifies me. When I let people affect me, I usually end up hurt. With the exception of you but you are my Mother. Anyways, I must go. Until next time Mother.

Your Son,

Loki

I set the quill down and lean back in my chair. New emotions surfaced while I was writing. Happiness that Elsa enjoys my company. Nervous that she may love me. Nervous? Why? I wonder. Shouldn't I feel disgusted that a human loves me? Or pride that I was able to charm a queen? Nervous? That doesn't make sense. I sigh and stand up. I place my hands on the window and gaze out at the small town. It is bustling and bright, like it usually is. Children run in the street and parents laugh at their children's antics. The sun is shining bright as the frost creeps across the window. Wait, frost?

I look to my right at the tiny patterns of frost that are creeping out. I touch the window and am surprised at how comfortable it feels. If it feels comfortable to my Frost Giant skin, it's cold. I look closer at the growing frost and am entranced by the pattern. It is beautiful for lack of a better word. But the longer I look at it the more I see a strained look to it. Like the frost itself is stressed. Elsa, I think. I straighten up and head for the door. She must not be in control of her powers. As I reach the door, I hear voices.

"…Come child there is nothing we can do for her…" an older man's voice says.

"But-but shouldn't we help her in some way?" a younger, woman's voice asks.

"We would only put more strain on her. Let her calm down on her own…" the man says. The voices fade and I slowly open the door. A cold breeze becomes apparent almost immediately. I look to the left and see a thin layer of frost creeping over the floor, coming out from a door. Let her calm down on her own? That would be worse, I think. I remember back to when I was little and overwhelmed by my school and combat training. I told others I wanted to be alone but I didn't really want to be alone. My mother always knew that and would listen to me rant for hours. Elsa doesn't need to be alone, I think. I stride towards the door that emanates cold and knock loudly.

"I'll be fine in a moment," Elsa's voice wafts from the other side of the door, "Just-just give me a moment." She is trying to put on a professional voice but I can hear the tension and strain on her tone.

"Elsa, I'm coming in," I announce, not giving her a choice. I try to turn the knob but it's frozen shut. I sigh in annoyance and push harder. The doorknob comes off in my hand. Oops, guess I am stronger than the average human. I push against the door and eventually it swings open with a crack. The room is covered in an icy layer of snow and more snow is falling from the ceiling, seemingly from nowhere. Elsa paces from one side of the room, alternating from massaging her head and holding her arms tightly against her. She seems to be muttering something over and over. Whatever it is, it isn't helping.

"Elsa, what's wrong?" I ask gently, closing the door behind me.

"Everything, everything's wrong," she snaps. I approach her slowly, letting her see me approach. I wait patiently, knowing she will divulge her problems at her own pace.

"First it's Anna's wedding then Kristoff's idiocy and Olaf's giggling then the sickness," I raise my eyebrows at the avalanche of information trying to make sense of it, "Anna can't make one decision and she's always dreamy and doe eyed. Kristoff isn't any help either with his whole macho act and Olaf is just getting in the way and I can't take one more thing right now and conceal, don't feel. Conceal don't feel." The snow picks up and now a wind is added to the icy room.

"Elsa," I say, trying to get her attention. She doesn't listen and continues to pace, repeating that last phrase. Conceal, don't feel? She needs to stop and listen, I think sensing her powers getting dangerously out of control.

"Elsa!" I shout, grabbing her and spinning her around so she's looking at me. Her breath hitches and her eyes are wide and frightened as she looks at me. For a moment, I think the fear is directed towards me but then I see it's directed towards herself. She fears what she can do, I think.

"Elsa, take a deep breath and think," I say slowly. She takes a shaky breath.

"Think of something warm, like we've talked about." She closes her eyes tightly and I can feel the tension in her stance.

"I can't-I can't think of anything warm." Her voice cracks on the last word and she buries her face in her hands.

"Snowflake, look at me," I say softly. She looks at me slowly and there's a desperation, a plea in her eyes.

"Listen to my voice, only my voice," I say calmly. She nods, her bottom lip quivering.

"Now close your eyes and picture my words," she closes her eyes and I take a breath, "Imagine you're in a snowy forest. All is still, even the animals are quiet. There is freshly fallen snow on the ground. It is soft and cold. It sparkles on the trees." The small flurry around us begins to subside into a light snowfall.

"The snow sparkles because the sun is out, high over head. The sun shines off the snow brightly, casting small rainbows from the icicles. Can you feel it? The sun is warm and comforting, like a blanket. It wraps around you, warming your cold hands." The room's temperature rises and the snowfall stops.

"Now, you're not alone in the forest. Anna is with you and she jumps into a pile of new snow, making the snow hit you." Elsa smiles.

"When you look at your sister, what do you feel? You feel warmth and happiness and something else. It is something deep and powerful and impossible to break. You love your sister with a warmth and a strength that could battle any storm. Focus on that. Feel that warmth that emanates from your sister, hold on to it." The ice turns into tiny, miniscule snowflakes and they begin to collect at Elsa's feet. The snowflakes slowly form to create a larger, more beautiful snowflake that encompasses our feet.

"Open you eyes, Snowflake," I smile. Elsa blinks and then her eyes widen. She laughs a breathy, relief type of laugh, smiling as she looks around at her room. The ice and frost are gone.

"Thank you," Elsa breathes. I smile and rub her shoulders with my thumb. Wait, I'm still holding onto her? I quickly let my hands drop and take a small step back. Elsa doesn't seem to notice the close proximity we were in and doesn't notice me stepping back. I just…enjoy his company, her words echo in my mind.

"How did you do it?" Elsa asks, turning towards me. I smirk.

"I have had centuries of practice," I say smugly. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Now that you're not a walking blizzard, care to tell me what made you upset?" I ask casually leaning against her bedpost. Elsa sighs and leans against the opposite bedpost.

"Anna's wedding is…overwhelming to say the least. Kristoff has been weird ever since dinner last night and Olaf…he's just not helping my already frayed nerves. And to top it all off, the sickness is becoming more of an issue for the kingdom and I just can't handle it along with Anna's wedding," Elsa explains.

"Anna needs to handle her own wedding," I say maybe a little more forcefully than I should.

"I know but I can't just dump it all on her now," Elsa sighs.

"Then you should talk to her and give her half of the work," I suggest. Elsa nods and stares at the floor in thought.

"For the moment, I am free and I can help deal with the sickness," I volunteer. You will? I think. Hmmm, I must be going soft. Elsa looks up at me in surprise.

"You would do that?"

"I've shadowed you long enough, I think I can handle it." Elsa smiles with such relief and gratitude it blows me away for a moment. She is beautiful. Stop that, my mind warns.

"Thank you," she says. I smirk and nod. There is a hair that is hanging in front of her face and I suddenly have the urge to move it behind her ear. Stop that! my mind says more forcefully. Needing to get away, I straighten up and bow slightly.

"Until next time Queen Elsa," I smirk. She rolls her eyes and laughs. I turn around and stride out the door. As I'm leaving, Anna nearly runs into me. She utters a quick apology and then stops midsentence. Her eyes flash between me and Elsa's room.

"Go see to your sister," I urge her. She looks confused for a minute but runs into the room anyways. I hear an "Elsa! I came as soon as I heard…" and a "I'm fine Anna…" I stride out of the hallway in search of one of Elsa's head servants or one of her advisors. Why did you hold her for so long? my mind presses. It's not important, I respond. I think it is, my mind retorts. I scoff internally and mentally slap myself. I really needed to stop arguing with myself. It's how you process things, why is it a bad thing? my mind retorts. It's not bad it's just annoying, I think. I see one of the head servants and approach him quickly, before my mind can make a reply. I explain to the elderly servant that I am taking responsibility for the sickness problem today and ask him if he can direct me where to go. His eyes widen and his eyebrows rise. I wait for the shock that someone is helping Elsa to wear off and then I cross my arms. The servant gets the message and quickly explains that there is an emergency clinic set up in the town to deal with all of the new patients. He suggests I start there. I thank him and walk away.

As I walk to the town, my mind wanders back to my conversation with Elsa. Conceal, don't feel. Where did that come from? It obviously didn't help her, yet she said it like it should. Is that what she was taught to do with her powers? To conceal them? That was horrible advice. The worst thing to tell someone naturally born with powers is to suppress them. Suppressing powers doesn't help limit them, it makes them more difficult to control them later on. She still fears her powers, I think. That would have to change. I must speak with her later about her powers. I'm in the heart of the town and in need of directions, so I ask a townsperson where the clinic is. She points down a street and motions to go left. I thank her and head in the way she indicated.

The building the clinic is housed in what looks to be an old church. The white paint is peeling and the feeling of hope is gone. There are some people outside the church, their faces contorted in worry and anguish. I begin to feel like this is more than a mere sickness. I approach the man at the door, who looks to be a physician.

"Sir," I say, claiming his attention, "I'm here on behalf of the Queen. My name is Loki. Can you explain to me what's going on?" The man stiffens at the mention of the Queen and then sighs.

"Aye, but explaining won't be enough. Let me show you," the man says tiredly. He enters the depressing church and I follow him. What I see makes me stop. The church is full of patients and their families. There must be at least twenty patients, I think. I look at the patients and a dread begins to spread in my veins. Please…please let this not be what I think it is…The man seems oblivious to my growing distress and I make sure my mask is in place. He explains the symptoms of the new sickness and their efforts to stop it. He goes on to say that nothing seems to work. The other doctors we pass have the same hopelessness in their expressions, vaguely hidden from the families. This is bad…please let it not be that sickness…

"This is our longest living patient. She's been sick for two days," the doctor gestures to a small form on a bed. With a jolt I realize it's a child, a child I recognize. Anja. Her mother and father sit on one side of the bed, the mother's eyes red from crying. The father's eyes look empty. I step closer to the bed and examine Anja more closely. The father looks at me but doesn't recognize me. The doctor explains who I am but I'm no longer listening.

Pale, sweaty appearance. A red line under the eyes. Labored breathing. Red fingernails. No.

"Have you tried feeding them a mixture of rosemary, ginger, and licorice?" I ask, making the doctor jump.

"No…but why-"

"Boil the herbs together and serve it as a warm broth to the patients. Let me know if anything changes. I will tell the Queen the situation and make sure you are given any tools you may need," I say, cutting him off. I turn on my heel and stride out of the church. Why? Why did it have to be that sickness? How can it be that sickness? My mind is spinning and reeling from what I've just seen. I don't understand. Nothing makes sense. That sickness should not be here. Not in Arendelle. Not on Earth. Why is it here? The only way it could be here is-

Odin.

I stop walking. He wouldn't, would he? Even if he did, why would he make humans sick? It doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense! I need to go back to my room. I need to figure this out. Something is not right, I think. I turn sharply, making a woman nearby jump, and walk quickly towards the castle. I write down a short report, detailing what I saw, did, and said, giving it to a servant to give to Elsa later. I then lock myself in my room and study far into the night. Something is not right.

Loki calling Elsa "Snowflake" figuratively made my heart leave my body for a good few seconds. I know it's my own story, but I haven't fangirled this hard since This Is Us came out in 3D.

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