A/N - Hello, so sorry for being so late in updating, I hope you are all keeping well, especially in this weather - fellow brits, drink water and get the fans going! How have you all been? Any must read stories in frozen that I need to read?

This is a very very short one-shot, just trying to get back into the swing on updating regularly again. I feel like I need to write a new story as I've finished FID and BHH. (Apologies, this isn't inspired by any particular review, want to be able to write those when I feel I can do it well.)

Set in F1. Elsa thinks back to that night of the accident, after her parents death before the coronation.

It may as well have been doomsday, how sharply the unexpected can dig its talons into joy. Dragging happiness through the dirt, that night, those last moments. They would replay in Elsa's mind over and over, unable to move forward in a world that has ended, stuck on repeat as she examined what she could have done differently, what should have been done. All that was left was the corpse of a seemingly perfect family, going forward there was no telling what the days ahead would bring. Darkness, Elsa concluded. Being shut off from everything, encouraged to stay in her room.

As she grew, the room only felt smaller. The large purple rug that was occupying much of the floorspace was beginning to feel trapping, there simply was not enough room for her and all the furniture that had been placed to make the space feel homely. A large double bed, one that Anna always used to clamber into. They never did change her bed to a single, perhaps it was out of hope. Most times, it just just taunting her.

Her parents panic stricken faces, everything, absolutely everything was terribly wrong. To her mothers sorrowful assurances, to the path of ice that followed them as they rode through the forests in the night. That ice trail never stopped following her, like a target on her back she was forever branded as somebody who could cause unspeakable amounts of damage.

Your power will only grow,

there is beauty in it,

but also great danger.

You must learn to control it,

fear will be your enemy.

That was one good thing, and two bad. The bad outweighed the good with a heavy red glow that pierced her eyes menacingly. This future didn't feel exciting, a once special little girl became a problem. Only 8 years old. Enemy? A feeling could be an enemy? Enemies were imaginary foes that she and Anna battled together, on the many occasions that Anna placed herself in the role of a damsel in distress Elsa was always able to tame the opponent with a sprinkling of snow that just so happened to land on Anna who was always nearby.

Their deaths came all too suddenly, her support system collapsed under the weight of unforgiving waves. With no guidance, Elsa had to brace herself for this new reality, the awareness in the back of her mind creeped forward, that it may just be that she will wither in this room forever - and what a lonely place to die that would be.