From the outside, Elsa looks poised, regal and reserved, but in reality, she lives in fear as she wrestles with a mighty secret—she was born with the power to create ice and snow. It’s a beautiful ability, but also extremely dangerous. Haunted by the moment her magic nearly killed her younger sister Anna, Elsa has isolated herself, spending every waking minute trying to suppress her growing powers. Her mounting emotions trigger the magic, accidentally setting off an eternal winter that she can’t stop. She fears she’s becoming a monster and that no one, not even her sister, can help her.
(I had a horrible, horrible idea. What if the freezing wasn’t quite so fast?)
Anna could feel the ice creeping up her neck. It was all she could feel, now. Her awkward hands and clumsy feet were gone, not even numb so much as not there, and there was no telltale itch of the now-familiar wool against her skin. No too-small pinching boots. No sword-slashed hand. No hairs stubbornly out of place. All she could feel was the cold wind on her face, and the implacable ice tickling its way up to her eyes.
More than anything Anna wished she could feel Elsa’s arms around her, trying desperately to dig deep into the storm and stop it, just…just STOP it, somehow, somehow…but her panicked hands only put new layers of ice over Anna’s new, bitter skin. Elsa was saying something, but her sister couldn’t hear it. Not in this cold, this…soothing cold, so deep and dark that she wanted to sleep forever. But Elsa had to go inside, to warm up, she would freeze to death out here, wouldn’t she? Yeah…and though Anna couldn’t feel her fingers or legs or lungs, she could feel a tiny pinprick of warmth somewhere where her heart should be, when she thought of Elsa…
“Elsa…l-let me go…
Let me go, let me go
I can’t hold you back anymore
Let me go, let me go
Think of it as one more door
You’re a great queen, it’ll be child’s play
Remember, I love you…
The cold never bothered me any…”
And with a tiny choked sigh, the ice closed over her eyes and she fell, fell, fell into that deep-dark cold. Time to sleep. The last thing she felt was a pair of chapped lips pressed, with grieving pressure, to her own.
My proposed Frozen Sequel series: “What if Elsa loses her powers and her hair turns brown as a result?”
one of the most popular theory regarding Elsa and her powers is that her platinum - almost white - hair is a result of her powers. and then there was a post, and various ones on reddit, stating that what if, in the potential sequel, an evil sorcerer removes Elsa’s powers, weakening her, and putting Arendelle in danger of invasion now that the powerful Snow Queen of the Kingdom is depowered.
in this series of “scenes” i made, there was a powerful sorcerer who is employed by an invading Kingdom (Southern Isles, Weselton, etc. I haven’t decided) and the monarch of this Kingdom wanted to take down the only difficult obstacle in taking over Arendelle; Elsa, the Snow Queen. after a fierce battle, Elsa loses and her powers were taken from her. after recuperating for awhile, the Royal Sisters and their allies had to flee Arendelle while the invading forces take over the Kingdom. Elsa realizes that in order to take back Arendelle, she had to take back her powers. they are racing against time now, for without her powers, Elsa is extremely weak and fragile, and this time, the cold does bother her.
done really sloppily, since doing these real properly can take a long long time.