A/N: This is the prequel from the previous chapter: "I am One with the Wind and Sky".

Elsa paused and from the other side of the palace she heard a single drop of water plop from an icicle and onto the frozen floor. It echoed around and Elsa turned to where it came from, her lips pressed together in a fine line. A frown pulled on her face. It sure was quiet in here.

An itch pricked her palms and she felt her fingers curl in a large arc like they were shaping around something. Looking down, she cocked her head to the side an inch and continued to shape the force that was strung between her curved hands. A white glow was beginning to form and Elsa smiled mischievously, wanting to know what her mind was creating that she was about to discover. Soon enough a large snowflake was hovering in the space between her hands. It made a soft crackling noise, like rain hitting a window pane. She wondered what to do with it. The light from the snowflake was bouncing off the blue in her eyes and back again, and she looked at it, fascinated. It was so beautiful.

"Hah!" She breathed, suddenly turning around and extending out her arms gracefully like an arrow towards the wall of ice behind her. The snowflake intensified and like a ray of light it shot out of her hands and blasted through into the wall. Elsa squinted at the light and could feel a strong wind waver from the ray. It sent waves through her hair and her dress flew out behind her, veiling the rest of the room. She began to control the power and stood up straighter, even removing one hand and letting it rest at her side. Walking regally to the right, she let the light shooting from her hand carve a straight horizontal line into the ice, just a few inches higher than herself. Then she carved it down, and back around, and up again – making a large rectangular shape in the ice. Her lips parted and her eyes grew softer. The snowflake's light retracted back, and she held it in her hands once again.

Why such a bland shape? Everything else her spirit had created had been so intricate and beautiful. Surely she wasn't finished. She looked down at the snowflake in her hands and smiled. It glowered back. Elsa breathed in deeply, and then with a purse of her lips, she blew the snowflake out of her hands with a gentle whoosh. It floated slowly into the air, heading for the ice wall. She swept her dress to the side and took a few steps back.

The snowflake hovered in front of the wall before pressing against the centre of the rectangle. With a soft click, it fused itself into the ice. Elsa felt the wind pick up gently, and the ground beneath her began to shake. Her knees caved a little bit, and her formality was caught off guard. The snowflake was glowing again, but brighter than before. The intensity was that of a star, and the noise was as loud as a storm. Elsa held up her arms in front of her face as the rectangle of ice exploded out of the wall, and skidded into the middle of the room. Elsa swept out of the way and once the noise and light had simmered, she opened her eyes.

Now there was just a huge cube of ice in front of her. She blinked, still confused to say the least. She sighed, and set ablaze her finger with an icy touch. She would finish this herself. She walked around the ice like a sculptor, her finger a brush as it carved shapes into the ice. The smell of vanilla was growing in the air and Elsa breathed in deeply, swaying her arm in a concoction of curls and waves as she finished her masterpiece. Once completed, she brought her frozen finger up to her lips and blew it out like a flame with a soft puff.

She suddenly expanded her arms out magnificently and the ice broke apart in a large blast, the cracking of ice hissing through the thin air. Elsa's hair whipped around her and she pulled it back over her shoulder sheepishly, peering towards what she had created.

A creature of ice was standing proudly in the middle of the room, one hoof raised delicately, its head held high. Its wings were made of thousands of snowflakes and they shimmered like stars, refracting colours of light like the ice had. Elsa pulled in a breath, her eyes widened. The icy nature of the Pegasus made it clear and shiny, and she could see her own reflection in its side, staring back at her. The creature's mane was a light polished blue, and it appeared to be made of layers and layers of lace; snowflakes stitched into it.

The creature shook its head, releasing glorious rays of light and it whinnied softly. It sounded like a whoosh of wind, but twinkly and it stepped towards Elsa proudly. She didn't feel afraid. She held out a hand and the Pegasus brushed its nose into her palm. It felt cold and smooth like ice, but she could feel the blood pumping through its veins and how the creature actually was alive. The ice on the outside was not a danger to her, or anyone else. She let her hand move up to the top of the head and through its gentle mane. She stepped around the wings that fluttered at her presence, and the Pegasus dropped carefully to its knees so she could sidesaddle onto its back. She sat down like she would a throne, and the creature rose. Catching her off guard, she gasped and reached for its neck so she wouldn't fall off. It whinnied again and she smirked as the Pegasus slowly turned and headed for the balcony doors. Elsa reached out her hand the doors opened to her command.

She watched the fabric of her dress trailing behind them as the Pegasus stepped outside, and was extremely surprised when her heart shot up into her mouth as the creature dived into the air like a firework. She forgot everything and curved her arms around the creature's ice, terrified of falling. But the bravery built up inside her when she looked down and saw the beauty of everything around her. She was far up in the heavens now, away from it all. Where ice was warmer than Arendelle.

She was free.

A/N: I might switch this to short scenes from now on, creating a larger perspective of Elsa and the entire Frozen world. Thoughts?