Arendelle Castle, 1826, December 21st, Present.

Winter falls in Arendelle with snow covering terrains, trees, and buildings as people and their children in the kingdom were very delighted for their favorite season, where they drink hot, delicious chocolate cocoa inside their cozy houses, play snowball fight outside, building snowmen, and so on.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, The five-year-old redhead young Princess walked to the triangle window in the middle of the hallway and saw that the whole kingdom's landscape, trees, and mountains, was covered in snow, indicating that the welcoming season came. Anna grinned in hope and enthusiasm as she ran with a giggle into the tall, wooden beige door that was designed with patterns similar to snowflakes on each side of the door, that led into her sister's new room, as she missed Elsa so much.

Ever since Elsa separated from Anna, the latter will always question her parents about why Elsa doesn't get out to play with her, or about her sister's well-being, which she would always receive the same answer:

'Your sister is busy, it's for the best to leave her alone.'

She doesn't understand why Elsa shut her out, why she no longer plays with her, why the gates were closed, and why most of the castle's staff were fired. She still has contact with people though it had limited due to her father's orders.

And when she discovers on the right side of her hair was a platinum blonde streak, Anna didn't know how she got it, although she dreamed of a troll kissing her, she certainly didn't like it as it felt out of place.

The young princess was wearing a green bunad detailed with rosemaling with a ribbon bow belt around it and light green socks and black flat boots with her Auburn red hair pulled in two small ponytails.

"Elsa?" She halts in front of the door and takes a few steps before she knocks on it five times.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" Anna sang as she begged for her sister to play. Elsa and her mother had taught her to sing ever since she was three years old, and it appears that she inherited that gift from her mother.

"Come on, let's go and play!" She says as she slumped her shoulders and tilted her head to the right.

"I never see you anymore, " She turned around and slipped to the floor with her back on the door, bored. It's true, ever since Elsa moved into her new room, Anna had never seen her, as if she's just, disappeared.

"Come out the door. It's like you've gone away..." She lays on the floor and peeked under the door. She got up and moves away in defeat.

The young Princess sighed with distress before she turns and rushes into her room.

Anna's bedroom has a dark pink floor with contrasting bright pink wallpaper, covered with a decorative diamond-shaped repeating pattern. Several pictures also hang on the walls, and a wall lamp is positioned on the opposite side of the room to her bed. A white border runs along the perimeter of the room. At the far end is a large triangular window that protrudes out from the slanting roof of the castle. Underneath the window is a pink padded bench that runs the width of the base of the windows. There's a double-sized bed which has two large curtains hanging from the top, used for warmth. The bed has pink sheets and white pillows which are all decorated. Next to her bed is a small table with some flowers placed on it. Adjacent to her bed is a large fireplace that has a fireguard around its edge. In the middle of the room, there is a large carpet that is adorned with a central symmetrical rose pattern, along with a patterned border. Anna's toys and a chest lie by the side of the fireplace and near the window.

She finds her two favorite dolls that were made personally by Gerda, one of them resembles her, and the other resembles Elsa. She takes them and heads off with her little feet into the Great Hall.

The Great Hall is large and spacious, attributes suitable for its function as a ballroom. There are two thrones at the end of the room opposite the main entrance. The throne area consists of an elevated platform with red fabric on the wall behind it. The platform itself has a red carpeting.

The floor is striped and has a diamond-shaped design at the center. There is a window directly above the floor that allows light to pass through, which can project a six-pointed shape onto the diamond design. Red curtains hang between the pillars that line the perimeter of the room. Behind the curtains are a collection of chairs and paintings. The area behind the curtains is large enough to accommodate a small band.

It was the same room where the two sisters were playing that night before the accident.

Anna sat on the floor at the center of the hall, with her dolls as companions, alone.

"We used to be best buddies, " She sang with herself with a smile as she played with her dolls, reminiscing her moments with Elsa outside and inside the castle. However, she frowned in sadness as she looked at Elsa's doll since her older sister no longer plays or chat with her, leaving her lonely and miserable.

"And now we're not. I wish you would tell me why!" She throws her dolls on both of her sides and laid on her back dramatically, staring at the Great Hall's ceiling above her with a thoughtful look.

Anna sighed deeply as she kept staring at the ceiling, imagining people having fun outside the castle, building snowmen, and other figures of snow.

Other snow figures...

Anna's eyes widened with excitement and hope as she lifted herself and let out a quick gasp as an optimistic idea of the possibility that maybe her older sister doesn't always want a snowman.

She got up and rushes with giggles onto the stairs that led to the hallway, where Elsa's room resides. She climbs it and ran the whole hallway into Elsa's door, leaving her dolls way back in the Great Hall. The excited princess stops and steps a little towards the door. She smiled as she peeked through the keyhole with her left eye.

"Do you wanna build a snowman? it doesn't have to be a snowman..." Anna sang, hoping for her sister to reply, and sure enough, she did, or rather, snapped.

"Go away, Anna!" The younger smiled as she heard Elsa's voice through the door, but her smile broke when she got the same reply, and even more when the voice was harsh and exhausted.

"Okay, bye..." Anna sang with defeat in her voice before she turns and left the door with a lowered head and slumped shoulders as she walked back slowly into her chambers, denied and being shut out by her sister once more, and again, not knowing why Elsa doesn't want to see her.

But maybe, or at least, that Elsa doesn't hate her, right?

On the other side of the door, the almost nine-year-old Princess Elsa, who was sitting on the floor with her back at the door, hugging her knees, frowned as she felt a twitch of guilt on her chest. She closed her eyes, and let out a whimper as she pulled her knees closer to her chest and apologizes to her little sister silently when she heard her how sad her sister was. She didn't mean to sound harsh, but she was a little tired and disturbed by her. As much as she missed her and truly does want to see her, talk, and play with her, she can't and won't as she might hurt her little sister again, lest her father would scold her.

The young crown princess was wearing one of her casual outfits, which is consisted of a dress with a long-sleeved vest over a blouse and bodice favoring a blue-black color scheme. Her platinum hair was pulled into a small bun with a black headband on her head.

When Elsa was moved into her new room, along with her toys, provisions, bed, and other bedroom stuff, her contact with people has limited a lot, even more than her little sister, but she still does have contact with Kai, Gerda, and of course, her parents. And as a "punishment", she is forbidden to go out of her room — except if ordered — play or use her magic — even inside her room — and contact people, especially Anna. Her father, King Agnarr, would enter her room anytime for "lessons", which he meant by concealing and not feeling her magic for her safety, but it appears more for the kingdom and the other's safety than her since he assumes, or fear, that she's the kingdom's bane and that her powers could be too big for this world as he realizes the danger of her abilities.

Her mother, Queen Iduna, would sometimes enter her room to see her. Iduna never agrees to separate the sisters, nor to suppress Elsa's magic; even though her magic could be dangerous and that she might be the mentioned evil ruler from the prophecy, she would sometimes argue with her husband but nevertheless, she agreed to these decisions with hesitant and later regret.

Elsa's room is slightly smaller than the one that she shared with Anna. The wallpaper is a light purple with a white border running the perimeter of the room. A large purple carpet fills the floor space. Two lamps are positioned on either side of the door into the room. Elsa has a large double bed which is similar to her sister's, beside which is a table with flowers upon it, and then to the side of that high-backed chair. On the other side of the bed is a fireplace with logs stacked beside it. Like Anna's bedroom, it has a large triangular window and a pink cushion bench below it where people can sit. Two large chairs sit on either side of the window.

Elsa raised her head and opened her blue eyes as she looked around her room with a grim face. Her eyes stopped at the large triangle window and a smile tugged at her lips in wonder when she noticed the winter's snowfall. Much like everyone else, Elsa's favorite season is winter, the season where she has born. Whenever it came, sometimes, she will feel a pulsing surge of icy energy coming from her magic in her veins as if both of her and her powers become stronger and livelier each winter came.

With curiosity and wonder, she got up from her sitting position and walks onto the bench. She climbs it and stands on top of it as she watched civil children having fun in the snow with their families, making her smile. She hummed a song as she touched the window with her right hand and relaxed. However, she gasped in disbelief as she yanked her hand away and gaped at the frost that came out of her control on the spot where her hand laid on the window.

Impossible, her powers were supposed to be in control, but how?

But before Elsa gave the frost on the window any though, she hears someone unlocks the door and opens it. Elsa turns with an innocent yet nervous smile as her heart starts to beat rapidly to see her father, who was standing regal as he stared at her and before he says anything, he noticed the frost on the window and glares at it with a neutral face.

Agnarr, let out a tired sigh as he stepped inside the room, took two turning steps to turn behind him, and closed the door with a key. He then turns around with two steps to meet his magical daughter, who calmed a little but still worried.

"Elsa, what were you doing? you weren't supposed to use your magic." The king scolded her with a disappointed face and furrowed brows as frustration — with hints of anger — can be heard in his voice. he stepped closer to her with his hands behind his back.

"I-I touched the windows and my magic came out, Papa," Elsa responded nervously with furrowed brows before she slowly steps down the cushion onto the floor, twiddling her hands and staring down at the floor worriedly.

Agnarr observes her and noticed that she was expecting him to punish her, but that wasn't his intention. The King knelt with one knee in front of Elsa and removed his hands from his back.

"I got you something." He announced to her. Elsa raised her head and was surprised to see a small box laying on her father's hand.

"A gift?" Elsa blurted out as a smile grew on her face, anticipating what's inside of the box she would receive from her father. Maybe a toy, drawing tools, or another story that could become one of her favorites.

Agnarr frowned as he wasn't sure if he can call it a "gift". But if she believes so, then so be it.

"Yes, a gift." He smiled as he opened the box in front of her. Elsa's smile was replaced by a look of confusion. What truly was inside the box was two blue gloves that matched the size of her hands.

"Gloves?" She mumbles with a disappointed voice. Of course, it wasn't a toy, book, or something enjoyable during her isolation times, and she doesn't know for how long would she continue being locked up.

The King nodded with a reassuring smile as he sets the box on the floor beside him and carried the gloves and gestures for Elsa to stretch her hands towards him. She performs with a gloomy face and furrowed eyebrows as her father slipped the gloves into her hands.

"The gloves would help," Agnarr reassures her as he held her hand. Elsa now finally understood, the gloves' purpose was to restrain and hide her magical powers.

"See, you're good now." He soothes her while Elsa just stared at her gloved hands. She didn't feel any good, but the gloves might be able to help her control her magic. Right?

"Do I have to wear those?" Elsa asks innocently as she met her father's green eyes, who just ignored her question.

"Repeat with me, Elsa." He urged while Elsa flinched a little before she nodded.

"Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show." King Agnarr begins to instruct her about concealment, which will soon turn into a mantra as Elsa listened closely.

"C-conceal it, d-don't feel it... don't let it show?" Elsa repeated with uncertainty.

"Good. Now, repeat it again." Agnarr approved, pleased with her as he let go of her hands and lays his hands on his knees.

"Conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show," Elsa rehearses the mantra with more confidence as she stares down at her gloved hands as thoughts came and wandered around her mind like vultures flying around their victim.

"That's good. Remember, when you feel emotional or your powers getting out of control, repeat the mantra." Agnarr said as he stands up with ease, hovering over her. "Understood?" Elsa nodded and stares up at her father, who didn't wait for her answer as he turns to take his leave. However, he halted in his tracks when Elsa asked.

"Papa, a-am I the prophecy?"

Agnarr turned and looked down at her with a worried look before he answered.

"I don't know, Elsa. But there's a chance you are, though I wish not." He responded in a way like accusing her. Elsa's eyes widened shocked as she doesn't want to be that evil ruler with a frozen heart.

"But—"

"Just conceal your curse and you will be fine! Look at what you have done to your sister, you are dangerous." He interrupted impatiently and indicted her with a frustrated and angry face as he turns and left the room, locking the door before he departs, regretting it but has no choice.

Elsa, standing here in the middle of the room, shocked, betrayed, and hurt by what she had just heard, felt her eyes watered and closed them as she let out whimpers and hiccups as her shoulders heaved before she starts to cry. Where was the time where her powers were supposed to be a gift from nature and she was seen by her parents as special, a blessed one, and a miracle child? They would always call her 'Snowflake', encouraging her with her gift, and showing her love and affection, instead of fear and rejection. All because of a one, mere accident.

What's worse was how her father reminded her of her biggest mistake. Was she that dangerous?

She rushed into her bed and laid her head on her pillow with her knees on the floor, soaking it with her tears as she kept sobbing, with no one comforting her, or telling her that everything would be okay. She didn't want to become that frozen-hearted ruler and she feared it so much that she started to fear herself because of it. And she was scared of when will she stay like that, locked in her chamber, alone, without seeing the world, or even her sister.

The crying princess lifted her head, showing red puffy eyes and soaked cheeks as she sniffed a little and looked down at her gloved hands. Those gloves are made personally only for her, to control her powers, and she can't help but feel that something's wrong every time she thinks that the gloves would help her.

While she kept staring at her hands, she didn't hear the opening and the closing of her room's door and soft footsteps behind her as she let out a cracked gasp when she felt a warm hand laid on her right shoulder. She swiftly turns to meet her beautiful mother, Queen Iduna, who looked at her with a sympathetic smile and then felt some ease with her mother's sight.

"May I sit?" Iduna politely asked, gesturing at the side of the bed to sit beside her daughter with a raised eyebrow. Elsa only let out a giggle.

"Of course, Mama!" Elsa giggles tearfully along with her mother as she made a space for her mother to sit. Iduna sat with a sigh beside her daughter as she put her left arm around Elsa's shoulders and brings her close. She then looked at her daughter, who was staring down the floor with sadness and grief. Iduna saw Elsa's hands that were gloved and scowled in dislike. She remembers when her husband bought these gloves to restrain her powers as a means to "control lessons."

She pulled a napkin from the napkin box on the table and brought it into her daughter's face. She cleaned it from sad tears and kissed Elsa's forehead. Elsa smiled a little from the comforting kiss before her smile turned into a grim frown as she turned her head to look at her mother before she questioned her.

"Mama, was papa right? that I'm dangerous?"

Iduna felt her heart shattered as she frowned when she stared at her daughter, who once was a mischievous, lively, and happy girl with her life and her powers, but now a miserable, sad girl who is spending times alone with deep guilt inside her toom in isolation. That thought made her ashamed even more of accepting such decisions.

While yes that she... half assumed on the regards to Elsa and the revelation, but it was just an assumption that can be right, wrong, or both. And even if she was, it doesn't mean that she should hate her or fear her.

She can't stand the idea of fearing her own daughter.

And unlike Agnarr, she believed it was just an accident and nothing more as she knew that Elsa loved her little sister and would never hurt her on purpose. Iduna didn't know what details of the accident as this was particularly one of the reasons why she came here, besides reassuring Elsa.

"No, sweetheart, you aren't." Iduna shook her head before she spoke fondly as she stroked Elsa's soft, thick hair with her left hand. A dead silence falls with the both of them sitting with each other comfortably, a mother and her daughter.

"Tell me, Snowflake, what happened on that... night?" Iduna finally asked with concern, curiosity, and a little hesitant lacing in her voice as she was eager to learn about what truly happened during that night months ago. After all, when they returned to the castle after the troll's revelation and the king's rules were established, Agnarr hadn't asked his daughter about what happened and didn't want his wife to enter Elsa's room, as he was very paranoid during that time, and much like Iduna, he regrets isolating Elsa and the whole kingdom but has no other option.

Elsa, who was relaxed and was no longer weeping, tensed up and shaken a little before she begins to explain shakingly with fear and equally hesitant in her young, innocent voice.

"I... I was reading a book, in the library... but then, Anna came to me.." Elsa recited her "last" moments with her little sister at the library as her voice quivered a little at the start of the explanation of her — and Anna's — tragic situation, while Iduna listened closely to her, concentrating on her words as she held Elsa's small, right hand and moved her thumb around it for comfort, also encouraging her to continue.

"She asks me to play, I said no to her, but she insisted and we ran into the ballroom." Elsa continues as her lips tugged a small smile when she thinks back to how excited and happy Anna was to see her magic. But her smile faded away and frowned instead as her shoulders slumped a little. Iduna nodded and slightly hummed, letting Elsa know that she's still listening. However, Elsa remained silent, afraid to tell even further as she wasn't sure if her mother would believe her.

Iduna sensed her silence and smiled warmly at her daughter. She then lifted Elsa and put her on her lap with her left arm around her child's tummy.

"Talk to me, Elsa," She said in a motherly tone. Elsa looked at her with furrowed brows but remained silent as she was afraid to speak more while her mother felt her nervousness.

"It's okay, don't be scared."

Elsa pondered her mother's reassuring yet seemingly wise words as she looked down at her swinging legs thoughtfully for a few minutes before she nodded with — temporarily — newfound courage.

"We played with my magic, skates on ice, and build a snowman." Elsa cheered up when she mentioned "snowman" while Iduna simply let out a chuckle at her daughter's cheeriness. But as Elsa memorized the minutes before the accident, when they were sliding on the snow slide she conjured, her bright eyes dimmed slowly along with her smile as her mood returned to its former state. The Queen watched her daughter's sadness and that made her eyebrows furrowed. "But then, she jumped off the snow slide." However, Elsa continued somberly while Iduna becomes very eager as she guessed what next had happened after Anna threw herself off the slide.

"I tried to stop her, but... she forced me to make cliffs for her to jump," she said while Iduna nodded and let out a hum as a way to tell her that she's still paying attention while she visualized the accident in her mind with Elsa's words, and then realized that this was the moment just before the accident.

"Before I make a cliff, I slipped on the ice, and I..." Elsa didn't continue any further as she felt her breath become heavier and shrank back in her mother's abdomen. She then hid her face with her hands as tears formed in her eyes and begins to cry out of guilt, despite being convinced by herself that it wasn't completely her fault.

The motherly, brunette Queen had guessed what happened after as she furrowed her brows in concern and cuddled a weeping, shaking Elsa closer and massages her head with her right-hand affectionately.

'She slipped on the ice while trying to slow Anna down, and accidentally hit her...' Iduna understood as she looked at her daughter with a pondering and compassionate look.

As Elsa sobbed, Iduna stood up from bed while holding her daughter and walked into the triangle window as she let Elsa cry, while she hummed a melody and watches the town.

After she finished crying, Elsa raised her head to meet her mother's blue eyes that she inherited with her own moistened, blue eyes, and said "I never meant it, mama... I'm sorry." her mother looked down at her and shook her head with a smile before she kissed her soaked cheek and softly begins to explain with wise in her words.

"It's okay, darling, it wasn't your fault, nor Anna's." she forgave her before she turned her head to stare at the snowy town again — as night was about to fall — with a pensive yet wise look, while a conflicted and tired Elsa simply stared at her. "The past is in the past, and we must not let it haunt us in the future."

Elsa gaped at her before she let out a cute yawn while her mother smiled at her sweetly with a chuckle before she turned and walked towards the bed. She lifted the blanket, lays Elsa on the bed, and then covered the child with the blanket up to the shoulders, even though she knew Elsa never mind cold, as it was part of her.

Iduna bent over to Elsa's right ear and whispered 'sweet dreams' lovingly before she kissed her cheek and stood. She turned and walked into the door to leave the room, and twisted the key that she had just left it into the lock, and unlocks the door open. Just before she takes her departure, Iduna turned to look at her sleeping daughter, who has a smile on her face, with a thoughtful look, and hints of remorse.

The kind-hearted Queen knew that if her paranoid husband saw her in Elsa's room, then she would no longer be able to enter her room and see her ever again. She just hopes to talk some sense for him, and she knew he didn't fear magic or anything, but she had to stop him fearing their daughter so much before things got worse. And then it all clicked in her mind.

Fear will be their enemy.