I'm in the states, one of the best places in the winter. These kids know how tohave a good time.
But Ican't stop thinking of the girl. Where was that? The town was called Arrendale, some small kingdom in Norway. I have to visit her again. If she saw me, I could help her...
I keep playing with the kids until evening, then I take off.
You know how sometimes, you're just not feeling it? You know how to do something pretty well, but you fail and do it awfully? Hey, you're lucky it's never been like that with you for flying. Bad landings are like a grenade to the forehead. Not that I've ever felt that, but it would have to hurt.
The girl opens her window and looks out. Her hand slips and hits the windowsill, and a messy ice sheet covers it. She leaves the window.
Her powers could be wonderful if she wouldn't be so concealed.
"Conceal," The girl whispers. "Don't feel."
"Elsa!" Shouts that voice from outside the door. "Elsa, come out!"
It's the same kid as last time. She wants Elsa to play. Elsa should. It would be good for her.
"Hey, kid! Go have some fun!" I suggest.
"Anna, please go away, now." Elsa shouts back.
"Fine, no play time." I fake-pout. I curl my bottom lip.
The girl is close to tears. Her lip is quivering.
"Hey, look," I whisper. "It's not that bad."
I tap the floor, and a wonderful display of patterns, shapes, and swirls spread across the floor.
She stands up as she looks down. "Woah," she mutters. Then she looks up, and almost screams as she falls backwards.
She glares at me, startled. "Who the heck are you!"