A/N: Two updates in one week it must be a miracle! Not really cause it's a cliff-hanger and I have a procrastination problem. I was on a roll with this one... but only cause i was procrastinating other things (sorry, I'll try not to leave it too long). Anyways thanks to my beta The-blackfirewolf I forgot to thank her last time so I'm thanking her twice now. Please review and enjoy!

Another way to seem normal, I think wistfully to myself as I look down at the cape wrapped around my shoulders. Unclipping it as I walk to the balcony I think to myself, why would someone with bones of ice need to keep in warmth that's not there? Holding it out over the balcony I watch the purple fabric flutter in the wind for a moment and give a silent prayer that it will fly back to Arandelle with the rest of my old life. I release it and lean against the smooth railing as I watch it twist away behind the glowing white peaks of the mountains.

I sigh and glance down at my coronation dress and wonder what I am to do about it. Of all the things I wish to forget the most prominent would be my coronation. This dress is a clear reminder of that night and is ergo a problem. I suppose no one is around to mind if I simply walk around naked for the rest of my life, but then again Pitch might show up any moment and that would most definitely be an awkward encounter.

I pace back inside as I think on it. Too bad I don't have dress-making powers, I think to myself with a laugh, and then everyone could be afraid of the eternal bodice. It's all meant as a joke but then I wonder if maybe I do have dress-making powers after all. Looking down at my coronation gown, I figure it's worth a try.

I cover the bottom edge of the gown in frost and then fuse it into the fabric. Reaching down I feel the icy fabric between my fingers and find that it's worked. I allow the phenomenon to roll up the dress in a wave and what's left over of the fabric flows back behind me in a long sheer train.

That's better, I think with a chuckle.

It's not as hard to find Elsa again as I feared it might be. As it turns out she made her location pretty obvious. I haven't been flying long before an enormous castle of ice comes looming into view. I can't help but be amazed; I saw her working with snow and ice a little before, but this castle was...

The only word I can think of is 'wow!'

I float down onto the balcony and walk through the open doors; on the other side of the room Elsa sits on a throne between two doorways. She's wearing a different dress that appears to be made of ice and is braiding her hair as she sings a soft tune.

"Um, hello?" I call but she doesn't look up; I move towards her slowly. "Hey, can– can you hear me?" She doesn't respond. I carefully reach up to poke her in the forehead, but my hand goes through her face with a cold shock. I jump and pull my hand back out.

I find her frowning and for a moment I think she might have felt me, but then I realize that she's frowning at the end of her braid as if wondering how to fasten it. The frown is swiftly gone as she secures it with a large snowflake and then sprinkles smaller ones up the appendage of hair with a satisfied smile.

I poke my hand through her face again, but when I pull it back out there is still no reaction. She holds out her hand and creates a crown of ice that looks similar to the one she had on earlier. She frowns at it then reshapes the ice into a different crown and places it on her head. I watch as she then proceeds to stand and walk through me. Still not used to the feeling, I stare down at myself in shock.

What am I?

It takes about two days for them to make the preparations for me to not die when I walk outside. They arrange for a small traveling carriage stuffed with blankets. Somewhere in the middle of the cushions they've stuffed rocks previously heated in the fire place, and I myself am bundled up in my warmest clothes.

Many complained that my coming was an inconvenience and that it'd be easier if I just stayed at the castle and let them work. I have to admit they have a point, but how can I expect my sister to come home if I won't even go to get her myself? If she has a side to this, and I so want to believe she does, then I need her to not be frightened off by an ambush of guards. As her sister, I need to be the one to reason with her; it's the only way she might open up and stop the storm willingly.

I'm packed into the little carriage; once the door is shut I'm left in pitch darkness and quickly find the small space to be stuffy, but it's warm and I suppose that's always better than the cold. At least it is in my case. The carriage begins to move and I quickly find it rocking and shaking around me as though I were inside a great beast.

I'm to be let out for meals by the fire and for the encounter with my sister. Until then I suppose I should get as much rest as possible.

I shut my eyes and try to sleep.

Within a week, Pitch finds me in my castle and begins to show me things about my powers. He shows the trick for creating life like he did with the dark horses, and in no time at all I've made a massive snow-beast to guard my castle.

"You should send it to attack what's behind those mountains," he says on the seventh day as he points off into the glittering horizon.

"Why? What's behind those mountains?" I frown at him but he only shrugs.

"I don't know, I just have a bad feeling about them." He smiles at me and is gone.

That night I have horrid dreams about a monster lurking behind those peaks. I can't remember what the creature looked like, only that it was barreling towards my castle and away from the peaks, and that I was filled with such fright that it woke me.

I rise from my bed of frost and walk out onto my balcony to place myself beneath the darkened sky. I look out beyond those peaks for a long time as fear pinches my gut. Finally, I send the great snow beast to attack anything that lies beyond those peaks and to then return to me once it is done.

After all, Pitch has never been wrong before.

I lie soundly with my eyes closed within the carriage, the rocks still warm from tonight's fire, not quite asleep yet but almost there. We've been traveling for almost a week and today one of the scouts reported that he spotted what looked to be a castle of ice. I take comfort in the knowledge that we're almost there.

Dreams are starting to tease the edges of my mind when the carriage suddenly rocks violently and the world crashes sideways. I land beneath an avalanche of cushions and am instantly awake as one of the heated rocks lands directly against my leg. I shriek as it burns my skin and kick fervently to push away from it.

I manage to scramble out from beneath my blankets and struggle to get my bearings in the dark. Beyond the walls of the carriage I can hear screaming and shouting and panic, but most of all I hear the violent roar of something I can't begin to recognize.

In a panic, I search along the walls for a door but can't find it anywhere, but then I notice that the walls are narrower than I remember and realize that that the carriage has been flipped onto its side. I feel at the ceiling but the door isn't up there either. There's one place left.

I begin to dig beneath the cushions and blankets; my hand strikes another rock and I scream and curse. I barely manage to find the latch under the mess but it proves fruitless as the door needs to be pushed out and can't when pressed to the ground.

Great, I think, another stubborn door. I start banging against the sides of the carriage in desperation.

"Let me out! Let me out!" I scream but no one can hear me through the panic outside. With a frustrated howl, I begin to kick the walls in an attempt to break out, but I'm too weak. Gradually the screaming dies, the growling fades, and even the panic subsides, and then I'm left sitting alone in the silent darkness.

I can't get out so I give up trying and let the tears of despair seep down my face as I lay back beneath the blankets.

Well, I think resolutely to myself, at least it's warm.

I watch my snow-beast return with a smile, comforted by the knowledge that any possible crisis has been averted, and with that in mind I return to my bed of frost and sleep soundly.