Elsa's P.O.V.

"Jack!" I yelled while wiping my eyes. I heard the girls laughing their butts off in front of me. I turned around to see Anna also covered in paint though not as much. She was looking at her newly painted dress, speechless.

"What . . . happened?" I heard Jack say behind me.

"Do you have something to do with this?" I asked with a raised voice.

"No, no. I have no idea about what happened," he innocently said to me. He didn't even smirk. That was how I knew it wasn't him.

"Then who did this?" I demanded. The room grew silent. Then one of the three girls raised her hand.

"I did, mama."

Estefania's P.O.V.

I was scared at first. But I couldn't lie. I wasn't that type of person. And plus, it was my fault we all git into this mess. So I had to put up with the consequences. "I did it, mama," I said quietly. I felt my face start to boil and my palms got sweaty. In return, I got a shocked face from my mother.

"You . . . what?" She still couldn't believe it. Everyone's eyes were on me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered hoping at least one person heard me.

"We need to talk," she demanded authoritatively, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the gallery. "What were you thinking?" she asked raising her voice.

"We just wanted to have fun," I said quietly.

"By dirtying the house and fooling your aunt and me? No, Estefania." I remained silent. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, mama."

"Yes you'd better be."

"But we didn't know this would happen," I started speaking back at her. "It wasn't our intention."

"Well now you get the consequences."

"Ma, let me explai-"

"No! Go to your room, now," she demanded harshly.

"Mom. Just listen to me."

"You don't talk back to your mother. Now go!" I felt an uncontrollable blizzard forming around us. I wanted to stop myself but my mouth suggested otherwise.

"You NEVER listen to me!" I barked at her. Something in me told me that she was hurt inside. To tell a mother what I just told her. I suddenly felt sorry for saying that to her. Then the look registered on her face. The look of pain and sadness. But I really stopped when I saw her hands turning white. Something was definitely wrong because that never happened when she used her powers.

"Maybe I'm just not the mom for you," the tone if her voice suggested that she wanted to cry but was still angry at me.

"Mama," I said calmly, "I'm sorry for what I said."

"Go to your room, now!" she warned. That got me mad, regardless.

"No! Just listen to me for once!"

"I said go to your room!" Her white hands changed to the regular pale shade for just a few seconds. The last thing I saw was my mother's beautiful sky blue eyes before the room went icy white.