CHAPTER 5:

CONVICTION

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{Elsa's POV}

I had slept soundly that night. I understood my powers a little better now. Frederick said that I was capable of doing amazing things with my powers but only if I allow it to do so. That night I slept soundly. At first I was shaky on the idea of Frederick teaching me but after that night, he understood these powers, he knew what had to be done to control them and therefore, he could help me.

I awoke that day early, as usual and hurriedly made my way to my parents. I knew I wouldn't run into Anna; she was a heavy sleeper and would usually get up around noon. I made my way to my parents room where I asked them to move all my classes into the morning. They were curious, of course, but I simply said that I wanted the rest of the day to myself so I could work on controlling the magic. They understood. Of course they did, it was about my powers.

My parents had sent messengers to my tutors requesting that they show up in the morning which they did without question. It was difficult squeezing in so many lectures all at once but I had managed to do so and I then had the afternoon free. Frederick said that he needed me in 'top form', so I decided to take a quick nap to regain my energy.

I got up a few minutes before twilight and I anxiously waited for his arrival. What was he gonna teach me today? Wait, are we gonna practice in here? Where else are we gonna do it? I hope I don't make too much noise. Worry clouded my mind as I began to wonder how, exactly, he was going to teach me.

A specter.

Frederick said that he was a specter, a spirit, meaning he was dead. That thought made a chill run down my spine. I was getting lessons from a dead man. Gross. I wonder how he died. How did he become a specter? What do I really know about him? I knew absolutely nothing about the man I was about to get lessons from. Other than his name and the fact that he was a spirit, he was a complete mystery to me. An enigma.

I began pacing my room, my nerves building. It's alright, Elsa, get a grip. You can't hurt him, he's already made that pretty clear. You can feel safe around him. I began to ease up, I was right, he was the only person I couldn't hurt and who better to teach me than him. I look out my window and realize that it was time. He was gonna be here any second. I didn't know where to sit or stand. He showed up out of thin air, he could end up standing right next to me. I take a few quick breaths to calm myself down. Alright, I'm gonna get through this.

{Frederick's POV}

I had left Elsa that night and gone back to that same cliff. I liked the view. I would sit there, going back to that place, trying to understand the circumstances that were needed to set things in motion, to allow the pieces to be set. I didn't need sleep, food or drink so I could just sit there with my thoughts for as long as possible. It's funny, eternity doesn't seem so long when you're able to sit through it.

Once more, the day had gone by quickly, I hadn't even noticed but I felt the warm sun light beginning to die down, night was getting closer. I got up from my place and stared at the castle.

That same tingling sensation and I was back in her room. Elsa was standing next to her bed, clutching her dress. She was looking around her room, probably expecting me to materialize out of nowhere. Well, I did. I coughed slightly. She spun around and her eyes filled with excitement.

"You're back."

"We have work to do.", I said without greeting her. My unmannerly tone made her frown. I wasn't here to make friends. I look around her room, it was quite small.

"This'll do for now.", I commented and Elsa nodded her head in agreement.

"Now...", I said as I made my way over to her bed. "Form some ice."

I sat down on the bed. I raised my eyebrows in anticipation. Elsa backed away and took a deep breath. She raised her arms up and a blast of energy burst out from them, sending ice shards in all directions. The ice covered the walls, the bed, the wardrobe, some even come hurdling towards me but with the simple flick of my wrist, I destroyed it, however, Elsa failed to notice that. The room was covered in this jagged ice. Elsa took a step back, gazing at her own handiwork. She dropped her head down in defeat.

"What is it that you want?", I asked and this made Elsa look up at me.

"What?"

"What is it that you want? What do you hope to achieve by gaining control?"

Elsa's eyes moved back and forth, pondering over my question.

"I just don't wanna hurt anyone with them. When Anna still knew about my powers, she thought of them as some sort of miracle.", she chuckles at the thought of her sister. "She thought they were something beautiful and I want everyone to see it as that. I don't want people to think of me as a monster."

I got up from the bed and made my way over to her. I stared at her for a few seconds. stifling back a cough. "If you want that, then you have to fight for it. Your powers come from your emotions, let your objective outweigh your emotions.", I explained.

I move back to the bed and sit down. Elsa stares at me, unsure of what to do. "Think of that time, a time where you will be accepted, where you have control and let that thought fill your mind, let it erase all doubt. Use the conviction that one day you will have control. That conviction is what will allow you to rule over your power." Elsa nodded her head but it was obvious from her eyes that she didn't fully comprehend what I was trying to say but for now, it was progress enough. "Continue."

Our training went on for quite a while now. A month to be exact. Our schedule remained the same. Elsa had shown very little improvement. I wasn't the type of person to scold or to discourage. I was patient but despite my calm demeanor, my words and my actions held an undertone of sternness, anger and disappointment and I wasn't sure if Elsa was aware of this or not.

The thought process of using conviction as a means of control was the method I myself had employed and it had worked for me, though it wasn't as much about control as it was about moving past the pain, the fatigue, the misdeeds. I needed that belief, that what I was doing was for the greater good, to be able to keep going, to keep doing what I was doing.

{Elsa's POV}

A month had gone by since my first meeting with Frederick. He told me to have the belief that one day everything would get better and use that to help gain control. I guess he wanted to fill my head with hope and use that to counter the fear but I never could. Every time I thought of being able to play with my sister without hurting her, my thoughts would race back to that night. Frederick had asked what had happened between my sister and I. I had told him of how I hurt her, how my parents took me to the trolls and why I had to stay inside no matter what. He showed little interest in the matter, nor did he show any sympathy. But overtime, I started noticing something about him. He would always remain calm, never raising his voice, never growing impatient but there was a subtlety to what he really thought. Every time I would make a mistake, he would explain to me what I did wrong but his voice would go a little deeper. Every time I did something right, which was a rare case, he would usually remain silent. No comments, just silence. He would silently applaud my efforts and even though, he had only commended my efforts a few times, it was enough. I worked hard just for that moment of silence, just for that moment when he would be proud of me. He was my only friend and I didn't want to let him down.

{Frederick's POV}

I was beginning to doubt if this was going to work. The fear was stronger than what I originally thought. It clouded her mind and it did not allow her conviction to gain any strength. Maybe, I can use the fear itself but is she ready for it? You of all people know the strength of fear. But that didn't end well for us. We used it in the wrong manner. If we allow her to understand the fear and embrace it, we can use it as an ally.

Guess we're gonna have to go with fear then.