"Elsa, I'm a woman now." The voice wafts from outside my door, earlier than usual. As quietly as possible, I tiptoe over to the door and sit with my ear against it, listening. My sister is 11, turning twelve in a few months, and it sounds like she's started her cycle. I wish I could give her advice, but if I talked to her much before her final maturity, the ice might return to her head. I can't lose her again. However, I can help.
A thin trail of ice sneaks through the piping, entering my mother's room. It forms words on the wall, telling her what has happened and that Anna needs her help. (I can sometimes control my powers; however, it takes a lot out of me). I slump against the door, exhausted. My own 14th birthday is tomorrow, and I am hoping that nothing is done about it; for Anna's safety and the kingdom's. "Congratulations, Anna," I whisper carefully before drifting off to sleep.