Elsa was lying in her bed, under ice crystal sheets, that were surprisingly, and somehow, warm. She had flown all day, and when she had realized that she was hungry, she went back in. Unfortunately, freedom of the mind was different from freedom from the stomach. She stared at her reflection in the clear ice, and saw it just as it was. Herself. Here, she was herself, and she knew she had made the right decision. There was nothing out in the real world, nothing like this. This was happiness. She had to visit soon though. This was as hard as she anticipated. There were times when she wanted to go home, and even though those moments were lost in the amazement of things like flying, she had to see them again. That was when she realized someone was behind her.