Crows.
That's what Elsa remembers about the day of her parents' funeral.
Dark skies, dark wings, dark ice climbing the walls of her room.
The entire kingdom was somber and in mourning, she could tell that, even from her room. It was silent, complete and utter silence.
Except for the crows.
Elsa found that she had a hatred of birds after that day.
Notes: Wow, this is really short. Sorry about that.