Elsa slammed the icy door shut and cried out in anguish through the empty castle.
"Stupid girl!" She cried to herself, throwing over delicate ice statues that she had once taken so much pride in crafting; down to the intricate snowflake details. "You're just like your idiot sister!" A bouncing bundle of snow rolled down the icy stairs, and waddled towards the distressed queen.
"Elsa! You're back!" It said, extending its stick arms towards her. "I watched the castle just like you said!"
"Oh...oh Olaf…" Elsa clutched at the happy snowman, and sobbed into the fluffy snow.
"Whatsa matter, Elsa?" He patted her back gently, worry contorting his brow.
"Am I not allowed to like anyone? Or enjoy the company of anyone besides my sister?" Elsa sighed, "I thought, that maybe since everything was back to normal, that I might have been able to...but Anna said I'm acting too childish; I'm getting ahead of myself."
"Anna likes someone though." Olaf tilted his head until it stuck crooked. "Why can't you?"
"I just met this person, silly. I suppose it's not proper...it's not correct behavior for royalty. No, it's not normal behavior for anyone." Olaf smiled and lifted up her face in his tiny hands.
"Well you can like someone. It isn't something to cry about; love is good!"
"I don't know anything about him, Olaf. But...I felt some kind of connection…" Elsa frowned.
Elsa sat down besides Olaf and splayed her legs out, looking up towards the top of the castle's highest peak. She spoke of what she overheard from Tomas and Hans's conversation, as well as the magical powers that he apparently also possesses. She told Olaf of all of the day's oddities, from the initial shock she felt from her physical contact with the prince, to the deja vu she had when being confronted by Anna.
"I feel even more foolish for coming all the way up here now, but I suppose deep down I was probably looking for an excuse," she sighed.
"Then why don't you un-run and go back home? I'm sure Anna is worried about you coming up here alone."
"Anna is the one who told me I was acting childish. If I go back home now, she'll know that she was right. I can't control myself; not my attitude, not my mood, and not my powers. They won't ever go away, and I'll always be a monster."
"No, no Elsa! You're not a monster. You've always had the power to control it; with love. If anything, what you're feeling should make it harder to use your powers around him, right?" Olaf smiled and Elsa sat back on her heels slightly. That might be true, she thought to herself. Suddenly, the doors slammed open once more, and Kristoff stood with a gloved hand raised.
"Your majesty?" He questioned, but fell back as Olaf waddled over happily.
"Kristoff! You came to visit!" He grinned. Kristoff laughed and scooped the snowman up into his hands and re-adjusted his carrot nose, making the goofy snow creature giggle and snort. Tomas rushed inside, looking around at the empty floor and halls.
"You're the snowman that the queen made, right? Where is she? Is she alright?" Tomas asked.
"Oh! Well she was talking to me a minute ago about somebody that she wants to like and how Anna doesn't want her to, and now she's upstairs because you scared her!" Olaf replied all too cheerfully.
"Why are you smiling when you tell that story?" Tomas's face scrunched but he shook his head. "Ah, nevermind. Queen Elsa!" Tomas started heading up the icy stairs, gripping the side rails carefully as to not slip. Kristoff stayed behind and continued talking to Olaf, and Tomas eventually reached a grand balcony where he could see Elsa standing with her back to him.
"Queen Elsa…? He stepped carefully out onto the ledge.
"Don't!" She shouted, flashing her hand out towards him. A thick ice wall instantly formed between them, and Tomas jumped back reflexively. "I don't want to hurt you…"
Tomas took his gloves off and tucked them into his belt again, shaking his head slightly.
"Why would you hurt me?" He asked softly.
"Because...I'm foolish. I wasn't using my head earlier, and I let myself feel..things." She turned back out to look over Arendelle.
"You didn't hurt me," Tomas sighed and placed his bare palms against the ice. Slowly, the ice began to melt under his touch with steam rising above his head. So long as he continued to approach her slowly, he figured that he wouldn't frighten her. "You got my clothes wet earlier, but that was all in good fun. I don't understand why you're upset." The ice was nearly melted through in some spots, and started to bend at Tomas's heat and weight.
"I was excited that someone new was talking to me. Someone that could understand what I was going through; but I acted like a child, and I got carried away." She straightened her back and frowned.
"I see…" Tomas's face flushed, and his hands pushed straight through the ice with the rest of his body following suit. He stumbled to catch his footing, but ended up slipping on the icy floor and fell flat on his face. "Umph!" Elsa jumped and whipped around quickly, sliding to her knees to help Tomas up. He lifted his head, smiling weakly with crimson blood trickling down his nose. "N-no, ib was my fault, really. I wasib paying attention." A light amount of steam began to rise up from his red face.
"Tomas!" Her icy eyes filled with concern, and she tore a section of her dress off to dab at his nose. "Does it hurt?" She asked worriedly.
"Nob really, I just bumped ib." Tomas tilted his head back and smiled faintly. Elsa leaned back on her calves and looked out at the kingdom again.
"I ran away again," she laughed weakly and grimaced. Tomas tucked the piece of cloth up his nose to slow the bleeding.
"Guh...But you can still go back. Is dere anything stobbing you?"
"It's a silly reason," Elsa pouted, and covered her face as small snowflakes laced their way down her arms.
"If it's silly, den it's easily fixable, right? How can I help?"
"I don't really know how to...like anyone. Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf are my only friends, and I've certainly never really talked to anyone like you before."
"If it makes you feel better, I really don't have any friends at all." Tomas sat back and tucked his hands in his lap. "I was engaged once, but that...didn't work out. So, I don't have any romantic experience either." He turned his side to Elsa and took in a deep breath. "I've never met anyone like you before either, but it's safe to say that I...well...I like you. Not like, like you like you; I mean I like you, but…" He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up with a red face and a small smirk.
"May...may I ask what happened?" Elsa tugged on her braid nervously. The smile on Tomas's face instantly dropped, and he raised his hand that covered itself in fire.
"I hurt her. It was an accident, but…" His voice cracked.
"I'm sorry to hear that…" Elsa's whole composure softened.
"Well, I'll never have to worry about marrying into royalty." He said grimly. "Any nearby kingdom knows that she was hurt because of me; not how, but still. No one wants my blood in their land because I'm either bad luck or too violent for their people." He looked over his shoulder again at her. "She didn't make it...so there isn't anyone that knows what really happened…" He cleared his throat, "But it's not a sob story! It happened a long time ago, and it just changed the relationships I had with people."
"Still," Elsa sighed, "Word has been spreading across the seas of what happened here and how dangerous I could be. How am I supposed to rule like that? I can't even make up my mind what to have for breakfast each morning, let alone how to continue ruling a kingdom."
"Well, all of your people seem to be fond of you, and you have your sister to help you. She'll always be by our side." Tomas scooted a little closer to her and removed the cloth from his nose.
"Anna is so thick headed some days," She scoffed, "It's a miracle anything gets done around here. She's off adventuring with Kristoff most days anyways."
"Well, if you ever needed her help, you could always just ask. There's your advising staff as well," He offered.
"Feh, just nitwits that want me to get married and leave everything to the king." She waved her hand carelessly.
"Well, I don't think you need that either. You should marry for love."
"The only love I know is for Anna; I'm a fool otherwise." She twirled a lock of hair in her fingers. "And don't go poking fun at me! I'll freeze you," She teased.
"I didn't say anything! And I'll just melt myself out…" He grinned. "And since you have control of your powers now, there hasn't been any problems, right? So why are you so worried?" Tomas stretched out his arms and his eyebrows raised curiously.
"Well, what if I meet someone? What if I get so upset over it that I freeze everything again?"
"You, uh…" He took in a deep breath, "You didn't freeze anything though. Meeting someone you like shouldn't do anything to change that; I think." He froze up as Elsa's cool hand touched his cheek, and he shuddered as he felt the small spark like earlier. "This just makes you more interesting," He smiled and looked up at the rising moon illuminating the ice castle. "Should we get going?" Elsa pulled her braid to the side and glanced up at Tomas; her eyes full of shimmering moonlight.
"If you like. Isn't this beautiful?" She smiled, looking up at the clear sky.
"Y-yeah, you look really good like that…" A goofy smile spread across Tomas's face before his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. "Uh, the moon! Yep, the moon looks really cool. Really. Pretty, uh. Yep." He stammered. Elsa laughed and rose to her feet, and they made their way down the spiraling stairs.