Elsa's whole body stiffened, and her eyes shot open when she heard her sister say her fiancé's name. Sighing, she angrily dispelled the scene around her with a quick flick of her wrist. Everything exploded in a puff of snow, her frustration mirrored by the violent way the scene was dismissed. She held her head in her hands and took a moment to simply sit and try to calm down, her whole body trembling in anger, and in anticipation of a release that was no longer coming.

This is what you get for allowing yourself to give in to temptation. You came here to try and get over these feelings, now you are consumed by them.

Elsa looked skyward and sniffled, fighting back tears. She didn't want to get over her sister. She didn't ever want to forget how Anna made her feel, how happy she made her. If she somehow managed to deaden that part of herself, would she still really be alive? If the sweet sight of Anna's face no longer shone light into Elsa's heart, no longer made it skip a beat, would she ever know passion again? Or would she finally be as cold on the inside, as she pretended to be on the outside?

"Kristoff..."

The sound of Anna's voice again startled Elsa, and brought her thoughts back to the present moment. She had dispelled the scene, how was she still hearing her sisters voice? Her curiosity peaked, she was able to ignore the pain in her heart enough to wipe water from her eyes and look around, scanning for where the voice had come from. Peering through the haze of flurries that hung in the air, she spotted a snow version of Kristoff carrying Anna. His strong arms were wrapped around her waist and legs, and Anna's were around his neck. Walking towards the couple Elsa realized it was the Anna in this scene that had said Kristoff's name.

So she hadn't moaned out to Kristoff just then on the bed…

A small smile poked at the corners of her mouth at this thought, even if she felt a tinge of guilt for being happy about it. These thoughts quickly got pushed away however as she got closer and realized what this new vision was. Elsa recognized the dress Anna was wearing, she recognized the mannerisms of two people who had had a few celebratory drinks, and she recognized the way two young lovers looked deep into each others eyes. This was their wedding night, and they seemed to be retiring for the evening…

Elsa closed her eyes and turned away from the happy couple, raising her hand and making them crumble to the ground. This was the last thing in the world she wanted to see right now. She knew what came next, and she didn't need to see it for her heart to ache.

Jealousy, it burned in her now. Kristoff would get to take Anna to the room they now shared. He would get to kiss her, and caress her, and do whatever he pleased with her until he got the blissful release Elsa had just been denied. He would get to do all this guilt free, with societies full blessing, no nagging moral voice telling him it's wrong.

"Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel …" Elsa again muttered to herself, holding her hands to her chest. She needed to be able to remain in control when she saw displays of affection between them. More than that, she needed to be able to appear to be happy. If she couldn't manage that, how could she ever be around her sister again? She couldn't, her reactions would betray her. Her only hope of returning to Arendelle, to her sister, was to be able swallow her feelings and to put on a happy face.

Get a hold of yourself. This is for Anna. This is what is best for her. Don't let her or anyone see how you feel.

Just when she had almost regained her composure, she heard Anna's voice again. She opened her eyes and spun around. A new wave of hurt washed over her as she saw the same scene, Kristoff carrying his new bride to their bedroom.

"Stop it!" Elsa growled, dispelling the snowy characters once more. But they almost immediately re-appeared.

She dismissed them again, and again they re-appeared. And again, and again. Each time the scene continued where it had left off. Elsa tried to remain calm, to prove that she could. Perhaps this was some sort of test put on by Ahtohallan? A test to see if she could handle the truth of what her life would be now, when it was shoved harshly in her face. But as it kept on, Elsa could feel herself losing control, her mental defenses buckling under the continued assault of Ahtohallan's merciless snow visions.

"Why are you torturing me like this?" She pleaded, still not sure if there was some intelligence behind the haunted glacier.

Elsa was becoming more desperate. If this scene kept going, she would see Kristoff carry the women she loved into the queen's bedchambers, a room that was once hers. She would see Kristoff slip off her wedding dress, the dress Elsa had helped design and had watched Anna try on. Then, in the same bed she used to lie awake at night in, dreaming of Anna, she would see them…

"No, stop it! Please, I am begging you, I cannot bear to watch this!" Elsa screamed, her voice cracking with emotion. Alone, hurt, and desperate, her powers conjured up a powerful storm all around her, The high winds and blowing snow smashing the scenes almost as quickly as they appeared. But the speed with which characters sprung to life only seemed to hasten in response. Soon, they were spawning more than one at a time until the room was filled with replicas all acting out the scene in unison, like a great hall of mirrors.

Elsa realised it was futile, and she relented on trying to smash everything with her abilities. She instead re-focused all her faculties on controlling herself, on concealing and not feeling. If this was a test of Ahtohallan's, maybe she could pass it. She breathed deep and stiffened her lips. She straightened her back and tensed every muscle. She forced her body and face to assume the practiced pose of regal perfection she was so used to carrying, and she forced herself to watch Kristoff carry her sister closer and closer to their room. But no matter how hard she pushed her emotions down into a pit in her stomach and squeezed her entire body to trap them there, she couldn't stop them from escaping out of her eyes, and rolling down her cheeks.

Kristoff was finally approaching a snowy door that Elsa recognized as their destination and her knees buckled. Elsa closed her eyes, desperate to keep holding on, but she was losing the battle. Her mouth started to quiver, and she could feel a scream building within her. But then, Just when she thought she would lose control again, she heard a rush of snow suddenly falling, the entire room of snow golems crashing to the ground at once.

Elsa breathed shakily as she opened her eyes. When she did, she noticed there was still one couple across the room. She watched as Kristoff pulled open a door on the edge of the room, and walked through a hole in the glaciers icy wall, leaving her all alone.

Why stop there? What is the point of all this? If it was simply to torture me, surely the memory would have just continued.

Elsa moved slowly over to the opening she just saw Kristoff carry Anna through. She paused at the entranceway, she knew where this lead. It was where she had discovered the truth about her grandfather and his dealings with the Northuldra, and It is where she had nearly died. It is where the greatest secrets of Ahtohallan were kept.

Why would Ahtohallan guard what happened next? It's not as if Elsa really wanted to see it, and she was well aware of the danger in venturing too far. But as she lingered at the threshold, her heart broken and her psyche shattered, Elsa felt an urge to follow. She couldn't help but feel that there was some reason the glacier seemed to want her to see this memory. Maybe it was a test, maybe it was just torture. Maybe the pain of watching her sister give herself to another, would finally force her to kill this silly fantasy once and for all.

Maybe I will freeze down there and my suffering will be over, as will the threat I pose to my families happiness.

Elsa's whole body shuddered as that last thought dug into her mind, a small whimper escaping her throat. She closed her eyes while she took in a deep breath, then stepped through the door.