Disclaimer: I don't own the story of Frozen or any of its original characters, including but not limited to Anna, Elsa, The King, Olaf, Sven, and Kristoff.

AN: This chapter does not take place at the same time as the first one. This chapter is several years before the first one. Just thought I should clarify since I did not specify any ages in the first chapter.

I am breathing hard; the flow of breath in and out of my lungs is difficult and labored. My hand moves to my chest, in a pointless attempt to relax my breathing. My body lurches forward and my other hand goes out to catch my fall; although most of the impact is felt in my knees. My eyes are open, but my vision is blurred. I can only look at the floor, for if I raise my head I'm afraid that I will lose consciousness. But the floor does not look much like the floor I've been living on for fourteen years, the colors are gone and it is moving. Swimming almost.

I press my head into the floor, trying to figuratively ground myself through doing it literally. I close my eyes, for there is nothing to see that makes any sense at this time. My breathing is still labored but I am almost forgetting about it. I am not thinking about breathing, I am not even sure if I am doing it the whole time I lay crouched on the floor. The marble floor is unusually cold against my forehead.

The cold temperatures and I have always had an interesting relationship. I notice the cold, but it never bothers me. I imagine I could stand outside during a blizzard and be fine, perhaps uncomfortable, but fine. This floor is freezing, but somehow I am not fazed by it at all. I cannot remember why it is quite so cold though, since we are inside. Somehow the cold has penetrated the warm fortress that my father has built to keep it out; but I cannot remember how or why it happened today.

I begin to regain the feeling of breathing after what feels like no time at all; I cannot remember if I stopped breathing at all but I know there is an exact moment in which I felt breath enter and leave my body once again. Slowly I start to regain feeling in the rest of my as well.

I am lying on my side on the still freezing marble floor. I have fallen from my original position onto the left side of my body. My arm has been pinned under the weight of the rest of my body and as I shift my weight off of it I can feel the blood returning there. It tingles and stings as the blood flow becomes more regular.

I pull myself off of the floor and sit up, my head has stopped all spinning and has lost its dizzy quality all together. Memory is the next thing to return to me, I remember that I am the reason that my room has frozen. My hands have lost the icy quality that happens when I lose control like this; that means it has been a while since the room was frozen. It was the dream, the same dream again. It has been a long time since I had it, but I remember waking up from it and ice on my hands.

I stand up and shake the wrinkles out of my night clothes. I find a pin and pull my hair up, paying little heed to what it looks like or how well it will stay up through my late night search for Gerda. She will not be pleased that I am coming to wake her up to deal with my mess, but she is quite literally the only one who can take care of it. The only one even allowed in my room at all. I tentatively open the door and peer out. I am hoping to gage the time by how many people are not in bed.

I can see two girls washing the floor in the corridor outside of my room, they look tired; I can imagine they are, if they are in my corridor then they are almost done. This means that they have been working for several hours. This makes me feel better about going to find Gerda because it is closer to sunrise than I originally thought.

I make my way out of the room, and I wave at the girls cleaning the floor. This is less of a friendly gesture and more of a way of letting them know they need not turn away from their chore to tend to me. I would rather them be able to finish their work and take a break more quickly.

So I set out on my own to find Gerda. My breathing has not recovered fully from my episode and I can still hear it ringing in my ears. I struggle to walk normally and not reveal my condition to any servants whom are not privy to either of my secrets.

I find Gerda in the servants quarters, exactly where I thought I would. She is bossing the others around, just as I thought she would be.

"Highness," She addresses me and her face narrows and the familiar lines of worry are visible across her brow. "Is everything alright?"

I sigh louder than I mean to and attempt to calm my breathing before responding. I wet my lips, I had not noticed they had lost moisture until that moment. "The heat has escaped my room and I can no longer continue my sleep." I spoke the words calmly although I felt the storm raging inside me. If I could not regain control, I could have another episode right here in the servants quarters and father would not be pleased with this.

She nodded and I felt the understanding. This was not the first time I had come to find her before the sun was up and spoken these same words. "Come Prince Eza, let me take you back to your room and we will see what we can do about returning it to its warm state." She takes me by the hand and we leave the room.

Once back in the vastness of the hall she releases my hand and we walk wordlessly toward my room on the other end. Gerda, despite her forward sassy attitude, is much quieter than she would like for anyone to know. She thinks a lot, and she thinks deeply. I have no idea what sort of thoughts go on in that ginger head of hers. But as we walk towards my room in silence, I know that all sorts of thoughts are swirling around in her head.

When we reach my door, she hesitates. She knows what is awaiting her inside my room, she has faced it before and often. She takes a deep breath before opening the door. The maids who were cleaning the floor before have now finished and gone on to complete some other task, or hopefully take a break. They did good work, the floor shines and I can make out a vague outline of myself on it.

We are completely alone in the corridor, so it does no harm for her to swing the door open wide; the sight of it is overwhelming though. Frost and ice cover the entire room, although some of it has begun to melt. With a deep breath in, Gerda regains her usual ease and storms into the room. I walk in gently behind her and pull the doors closed.