Elsa took the knife out of her lavender backpack. She positioned it above her arm where her implant had been inserted, and dug it into her skin. She fished around until she made contact with the small device. Slowly, she worked it up and up by moving it with the knife and squeezing her arm until it broke through her flesh. She had a gaping wound, but she didn't care. She could take care of that later. Now she was free to "let it go."

Cato wiped the blade of his sword clean. "That makes six tributes down. Fourteen more to go."

Clove squinted up at the sky. "Those big gray clouds just appeared in the last ten seconds. I'm not kidding."

Cato didn't seem to be concerned. "The Gamemakers decided to change the weather. So what?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, it started snowing. White flakes fell fast. Then the wind started, and the snowflakes swirled around in a blinding curtain.

Cato cursed. "What is this, an Alpine storm? I can't function, it's so cold! Cruel of the Gamemakers to not provide us with warm clothing and then unleash this blizzard!"

Eilonwy shivered, rubbing her shoulders in a desperate attempt to keep warm. Something about the nature of this snowstorm was familiar. She had seen it once before.

She remembered a meeting long ago with other young women who called themselves princesses. The meeting was supposed to determine which of them would be included in some kind of marketing group. She had been rejected, to her great irritation. She had royal blood, unlike some of the girls who had been chosen! Mulan hadn't even married a prince, so logically, she shouldn't be part of that group! Eilonwy thought the qualifications to be a "DP" were silly and inconsistent. She and the other girls who were rejected decided to form their own group, The Outcasts (a name suggested by Esmeralda).

But Eilonwy remembered one young woman who could only be described as an ice queen. This was both due to her personality and her "magic hands." If she was behind this sudden storm surge…

"That's no blizzard," Eilonwy told Cato and Clove. "That's Elsa!"

The other tributes were also suffering from the deep freeze, though not all of them were aware of what—-or more specifically, who—-had caused it. Camilo had an idea that some magical powers were behind the storm; he himself was miraculously gifted, after all. Too bad he didn't have the gift of generating heat. That could have kept him from freezing to death.

Fili trudged through the snow, trying to locate the Cornucopia. He didn't care if Cato and Clove were there, at least he would be out of the wind. But his limbs were getting so numb, each step grew more difficult. He couldn't even move his fingers well enough to build a fire.

He tripped and fell. He didn't have the energy to get back up. As he lay on his side in the snow, a vision of a brown-haired girl filled his mind.

Back in Laketown, Sigrid watched the projection on the wall of her family's living room. She watched her love collapse in the snow, unable to rise again. She watched as Fili turned his face to the cameras and whispered, "Sigrid." His blue eyes stayed open even when the cannon fired. Sigrid buried her face in her father's chest and wept.

A/N: Honestly, I really do think the qualifications for a Disney heroine to be a princess are arbitrary and inconsistent. Esmeralda actually used to be a Disney Princess! She and characters like Kida, Eilonwy, and Megara deserve better!

Game notes

Day 6: Elsa digs out her implant and causes a deep freeze.

Day 7: Camilo and Fili succumb to the effects of Elsa's cold spell.