Prologue
A little girl with a pale white blonde hair entered her room along with two adults that must be her parents. The light of the moon filters through the transparent window creating a natural illumination in the place. Her spirits are low. She will not let her parents know that she's depressed. I'm not going to see my sister, ever again. The troll is right, this power is a mere curse, she said to herself and sat on her four poster bed.
"Elsa" her father said in a calm baritone as he kneeled in front of her "I know it'll be hard for you to be separated from your sister but it's for the best"
"We want you to stay strong, for us, and for your sister" her mother said.
"I will, Mama" she hugged her mother, forcing herself not to cry because she knows that sobbing is not a sign of courage. Elsa's mother kissed her forehead and his father hugged her and they left the room.
Elsa tried to sleep in her comfy bed but images of what happened earlier keeps on hunting her mind. Anna, her beloved sister falling; falling because of her. Her parents decided to lock her up so that such event won't happen again. She opened her window and stared back at the silvery moon.
