Chapter 2

It's the strange cooling sensation that awoke her.

Elsa sits up and discovers a new person. The moonlight is bright enough for her to see the person's— a girl's— features. She has a round face, black long hair and large… purple eyes. In fact, for a better description, she looks exactly as Elsa (except the distinctive eye and hair color).

Now normally at this hour — it's still dark outside— everyone, specifically the staff, her parents, and teacher, in her room would be turned away. Especially Anna. A stranger in her room might have her screaming. To anyone, a stranger in the princess's will face consequences no matter what age or gender. However, to Elsa, this girl poses no threat. She will not scream because no fear strikes the young girl. Actually, she's more, for the first time in a long time, Elsa is curious. It feels like she knows her from somewhere.

And it's nice to have someone new in this lonely room…

"Hello."

The raven-haired girl smiles. "Hello." Her voice isn't as high as Elsa's. A bit lower.

"How did you get here?"

"Magic!" the girl beams.

Magic? Elsa looks at her palms. Her magic did bad. She's reminded that hurt her sister with this magic. That Elsa has bad magic.

She closes her hands into loose fists. "Oh," she replied to the girl, wanting to stray from the topic of magic. "What's your name?"

The girl looks at the ceiling with a thoughtful look before returning her purple eyes to Elsa. "Delsa."

Elsa, unknowingly, smiles. "That rhymes with my name."

The girl shares her laughter. "Do you want to see something?"

Up and alert due to her curiosity, Elsa eagerly nods. Delsa shows her palms with a bright smile. "See!" She makes a quick motion and through thin air, she conjures a snowball.

A snowball.

Elsa gasps.

She has similar magic like hers!

All this time, locked in this room with limited visitors, Elsa thought she was alone— in the whole wide world. But now seeing this, she's having troubling of believing if this is real or should she not care if it is real or not because… there's someone like her. Here! In her room!

The snowball Delsa created is sparkling. Elsa has seen her magic so many times before her punishment and never realized how… pretty it is. So seeing Delsa's magic, so similar to hers, from another person, Elsa is amazed.

Delsa seems to be pleased by her reaction because she waves her hands and a sudden burst of snowflakes and snow droplets form and dance between her hands. Reluctantly, Elsa waves her hands and duplicates Delsa's actions.

With a wicked smile, Delsa asks, "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

It's as if the music abruptly stopped. Elsa's eyes widen. She doesn't know what to say. Nevertheless, the dark-haired girl gets off the bed. She throws another snowball in the air. It burst into many snowflakes. Delsa gets on her knees. Elsa notices that she on a simple black dress and slip-on shoes. For some reason, this piques her interest. Seeing another person, who looks exactly like her, wearing simple clothes. She doesn't belong in the castle— and yet here she is, with smiling with bright purple eyes.

Delsa waves her hand to the ground. Snow and ice swirl slowly form into a weird ice figure. Elsa gets off the bed for a better look. It's not made of snow but ice. Dull looking ice. It's no bigger than a bottle. "He looks mean," Elsa says. She puts her hand out and the ice-man moves to her. It makes a ridiculous sound.

"He isn't." Delsa says, "He is soft... like marshmallows."

"Let's call him Marshmallow!" Elsa suggest. The ice thing makes a small noise that seems to agree with the princess. It makes her giggle.

"I like marshmallows!"

"Me too!"

Marshmallow roars softly.

"Do you wanna play with this?" Delsa shows her palm with dancing snowflakes.

Her parents would be upset again if she is playing with her magic. "I- I can't."

"Why not?"

"Coz I… I just can't." Her parents would be furious.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please. I'm bored. And you're bored," points Delsa, with a smirk.

"They... they will hear us," Elsa says slowly.

"Not if we stay quiet," Delsa says mischievously.

The door abruptly opens. Elsa steps back, startled. Her beautiful snowman falls into a soft pile of snow. "Mommy!"

"Elsa, what is going on in here?"

It's her father, with her mother behind her. Their eyes are wide as plates as they examine her snow-filled room. Her mother gasps with a shiver. "Elsa?" A soft white cloud escapes her mouth. Elsa wonders how is it that that doesn't happen when she speaks.

"I— we— " she stutters as she glances at Delsa. The girl only smiles, looking between the princess and the king and queen. She surprises Elsa even more by slowly moving to the side of her parents.

They don't notice her.

Not once did they glance at her. And Elsa is very confused.

"Elsa, clean this mess up," her mother says, pulling her shawl tighter.

Mess?

"You can't play with your... your magic," her father says. "It could be dangerous, even for yourself."

She doesn't think it would be a good idea to tell her parents that Delsa did most of this. Or that she is in the room right now, touching her mother's pretty green dress. "Yes, papa... I'm- I'm sorry." She waves her hand and all evidence of snow (effortlessly) disappeared. Even— sadly— Marshmallow. She turns back to her parents who looks a bit more calmer.

"Elsa if you are bored," the queen starts. "you can have more toys and books."

"No!" Books and toys will become boring. They are boring. Never engaging or inviting to her. What she needs is a friend. And she finally has one. Who is both engaging and inviting. "I'm okay!" She assures as she climbs her in bed and slide under her blankets. "Goodnight!" She shuts her eyes, praying for them to go. Eventually, they do leave with a soft 'goodnight' and close the door. Elsa counts to fifty, before opening her eyes.

She almost screams at the purple eyes staring back at her.

"They are mean," Delsa whispers. "They won't let you use your magic."

Removing her small hands from her mouth, Elsa nods her head but then shakes it. "No! It can be dangerous." She could hurt someone else. Hurt herself even, as what mommy and papa said.

"Not if you can control it." Delsa giggles. "I can control mine. So should you."

"But I don't know if I can control it. I hurt Anna."

"I can teach you!" Delsa says brightly. "It'll be easy."

"Really?" inquires young Elsa. It wouldn't seem so bad to have another person to teach her. No one wouldn't find out. After all, she did wish that she could control her magic. And they do have the same abilities. It's just that Delsa has more control of them. Maybe she can be relieved of her punishment if she has better control of her magic. Maybe she can stop wearing these gloves. Maybe she can play with Anna too! And her parents wouldn't be scared of her.

"Okay."

Delsa smiles broadly. "Yay— but you have to promise to be my friend, forever and ever!"

Elsa smiles. The star really granted her wish. "I promise. We'll be best friends," she yawns "forever." And a thought comes to her mind. "They can't see you?"

"No. Only you."

"Why?" But she's already asleep before she can hear the answer.