It had been a shock to Anna when ice collided with the floor and sprayed up toward her. But something seemed familiar about it. It wasn't as much of a shock as you'd think.
She'd had to stop for a second when it had happened because, holy cow, ice is sticking up off the floor in a previously warm ballroom. But it had immediately made sense to her and seemed to put a lot of things to rest in her brain.
The gloves weren't worn out of a preoccupation with dirt but because of her magic powers. She was always so cold because of her magic powers.
She finally understood what Elsa had kept from her. The secret she kept with their father when they spoke alone together. She didn't understand why Elsa hadn't just told her about the ice powers. Maybe it wouldn't have been a good idea when she was younger, she wasn't too good at keeping secrets as a child. Of course she didn't really have any secrets now either. She wasn't ashamed of anything in her life and didn't feel the need to hide things. As for privacy, she wanted to share everything with everyone. She loved sharing things with people.
But she would have learned to keep a secret if she'd needed to.
If Elsa had wanted her to she'd have kept it a secret.
Anna needed to make things right between them explain she didn't care if her sister was a witch, sorceress, whatever now. She just wanted the closeness that they'd had as children back.
She'd stopped chasing Elsa at the pier, having expected to have cornered her. But Elsa ran across the water white hexagonal designed ice printed on the flattened water as she stepped across it.
Anna fell to the ground with the reality of it. Elsa had magical powers and didn't want to stick around to talk to her about them.
And the snow drifted down as Elsa ran silently into the night.

The moonlight reflected white off the ice as Elsa ran across the lake, ice smooth under her feet. She was terrified and exhilarated. They all knew her secret now and it was horrible and wonderful at the same time. Her citizens and guests had run in fear of her but also she was herself. She felt the cold night air on her ungloved hand and it felt good. Unrestrained. Free.
She ran northward away from the valley villages towards the north mountain. Few and far between traveled its steep slopes, she wouldn't be much more of a danger to anyone in comparison to the trek up the north mountain.
She threw off her other glove. She didn't need it anymore. The crown too was tossed off into the drifts of snow playfully twisting through the air. She had gotten so caught up in avoiding danger, keeping to herself, her responsibilities that she had forgotten how to breathe. How to have fun. How to enjoy life and just be. She let her cape off in the wind and the struggle inside herself had flew off with it.
She pulled imagined things out of the snow: Olaf, the snow man of her youth and built a staircase to the sky like the staircase from home. She made a castle form around her in an elegant hexagonal design and in the newly made ballroom it occurred to her for the first time in a long time that all her layers were restrictive, she couldn't move and twist around like she wanted to and she remade her coronation gown in the most unrestrictive way she could, ice twisting around the fabric splitting the side for ease of movement and let her tightly wound hair down but pulled it off her face. She needed to feel the air, be one with the wind and sky. The new dress she'd made was daring, befitting of a courageous queen who had sacrificed herself for too long for other people.
This dress did not murmur apologies for existing, it invited Elsa's gaze to it and it occurred to her for the first time that the scot's proposal was not terribly politically motivated. Her breasts once tightly compressed under many layers now felt loose and exposed under thin layers of ice. For a second she thought about covering herself up more but then she saw her reflection and realized that she was all alone and that that was silly.
She laughed softly to herself, it was all so ridiculous. Here she was thinking about modesty of dress in the middle of a ballroom that no one would ever come to. She had built a castle all for herself on the side of the north mountain. And she realized how long it had been since she'd laughed harder and louder.
It echoed through her empty castle and Elsa smiled impishly aware of how peculiar this all was and cackled loudly at the empty room.

Rapunzel was fascinated. She was also concerned. And a little bit excited, but she wasn't about to share that with anyone. People probably wouldn't accept that one too well. General opinion about the current situation was that all this ice was a disaster and sorceresses were evil.
Rapunzel disagreed.
She'd read about magicians and witches before, it wasn't too surprising that other people with magic existed, regardless of what Eugene had said about magic being a far from common experience, she assumed that other magic users existed, otherwise what were the stories based on? And it made sense that not all of them were evil. In fact it made sense that most of them weren't.
Most people weren't bad. Gothel said that they were but Gothel was a cruel person and all of what she had told Rapunzel about the outside world had proven false. People were generally good and so witches would generally be good too Rapunzel thought. Although people treated witches badly and most of the literature suggested that they were bad Rapunzel knew well that magic wasn't inherently bad.
What she hadn't been expecting was the ice. She wondered about the effects that that had on local weather patterns, maybe she could conduct some tests once they'd found Elsa. Of course, that might be an if they find Elsa type thing. That was where the concern came in. She hadn't been expecting one of her cousins to be a magic user and the ice seemed a lot less friendly than the magical glowing hair. Ice was something that could really hurt people, especially if you slipped on it. Rapunzel had slipped quite a few times when learning to ice skate last winter. She pushed that memory out of her head to focus on the present situation.
It was snowing. A good amount too. And it was summer. People hadn't prepared for snow, Rapunzel and Eugene hadn't packed coats. She shivered in her thin summer dress. They'd be given coats soon enough but a lot of the people travelling into town for the coronation would have to pay out of pocket for coats and blankets. Capitalism was still not something that Rapunzel understood too well, but she knew that requests for things from people that weren't nobility needed to have money attached to them to go far. Her diplomacy instructor had talked to her about buying gifts so that people would like her more so that she could get them to agree to things that they wouldn't otherwise. It would be of benefit to Elsa if no one suffered too much because of the ice.
This would not be a disaster.
Rapunzel's honeymoon was not going to be a disaster.
"Eugene?"
"Yes?" Eugene shivered silently cursing his luck.
"We're gonna need a lot of blankets."
He looked quizzically at her. She knew that they would be provided for, they were staying in the castle which would be dressed and heated to the nines.
"There are a lot of people out here that are going to be very cold without our help." She explained in a sing-song-y voice that he knew was part of her way of staying brave and positive through tough times.
He smiled down at his lovely philanthropic wife. He'd spent some winters in the cold and would not wish that fate on anyone.
"Let's go get some blankets then."