Elsa touched her mirror, and a thin sheet of ice spread over the smooth surface. She stared at her reflection, now distorted by the frost. That was how she felt. Like she couldn't see all of herself anymore, because part of her had been tainted. Her kingdom had finally accepted her for who she was, so why did she feel this way? Maybe it was because she had nearly murdered her sister, the only person In the world who she was certain loved her. Maybe it was because, even now, she felt as if she couldn't be free. Probably a combination of the two. The only time she had felt truly happy was on the mountaintop, in her palace of ice, where she was alone, and the only person who could judge her was herself. Some people say the point of life isn't necessarily to be happy, but Elsa didn't agree. Sure there were things more to life than being happy, but the point, isn't what it all comes down to in the end, is too be happy? You go to work and school and all of those things to survive, but in the end, don't you survive to be happy? She felt that freedom, in retrospect, was the best emotion one could feel, but underneath that, isn't freedom happiness? If that was what happiness and life were, she hadn't truly lived since that time on the mountain. She wanted to be there again. She wanted to feel free. Wasn't that the only place she hadn't hurt anyone, or made them afraid? A tear slid from her eye and froze on her cheek. It clattered on the floor as if she had just cried hail. She love Anna, but it didn't matter. Anna would be safer that way anyway. Brokenhearted, but safer. Anyway, she wanted to think of herself for once. After all, where had being good ever gotten her? Her sister almost dying with a psycho trying to kill them both. But most of all, she would be free.