The woman approached the boy, sitting beside his dead friend. Hearing the witch step on a twig behind him, the boy whirled to face her and screamed "You!" He rose from his place at his friend's side and made as if to lunge at the woman."You did this!"

She blasted him back on top of his friend with a burst of her magic and cackled. "Yes I did. And now I will do much more."

"You have twice cursed this land, first with your existence as a mistake of fate and second with the abomination of the supposed dragon alliance. Twice have you shamed our race. And so I place this curse upon you, that unless you are also doubly cursed, there shall be no escape from the form I bring you. Soon all will know of this curse and hate your very existence. They will pursue you to the ends of the earth. But none will again curse you, because they will know what that unleashes. So run.

Run, hiccup of fate, mistake of the world."

She tried, really she did. But controlling your ice powers, powers that sprout from fear and anxiety, is no easy feat when you're worried sick about your parents, on a potentially dangerous sea voyage. So was it really her fault that, when they came to visit her when they returned, her room was completely encased in ice that was beginning to creep outside the door and windows? Was it her fault that just a few, just a few mind you, tiny blizzards had blown the room to pieces? They were the ones who made her worry.

It's for your own good, they said. You won't have to worry about the kingdom, they said. You can learn about your powers and how to control them, they said. That was right after they stripped her of her position as crown princess, handed the mantle to her sister, and left her on the North Mountain with provisions, some snow equipment, and a promise to visit. That was two years ago, and they still hadn't made good on their promise.

That was enough to make anyone resent their parents, at least a little.

So Elsa felt at least slightly vindicated when she let loose with her powers and built a grand castle that put her childhood home to shame. Dresses that would have scandalized her parents, with their off-shoulder necklines and thigh-high slits, became the princess's usual wear. And don't forget the snowman waiting at the foot of the stairs to clobber them when they finally dared to show up. If she was going to be punished for using her powers, she might as well do something worth punishing with them. A little teenaged rebellion was expected after all, even if she was twenty and no longer in her teen years.

Still, she smirked to herself in the mirror, whoever said rebellion had to stay in those years? Icing her wild bangs into their windswept look atop her head and letting her straight hair hang loose frigidly down her back, she pictured her mother's scandalized face again.

She could hear the lecture now. "Women do not wear their hair down, in any circumstance!"

"Then how do they wash it?" the blonde would have replied. "How do they let their husbands run their fingers through it like I know Daddy just loves to do to you?" Of course, she didn't actually know that, but there was a fifty percent chance she was right, right? And it would be priceless if she was. Besides, no one was here to see her loose hair, or supposedly improper dress.

Sometimes she wished there was.

Elsa walks down the marvelous staircase leading from her personal bedroom with the adjacent bath and heads for the kitchen on the ground floor. Fire could not rest on an icy floor and not drop the tender through to the next story, after all, so her kitchen was the only room in the castle that had a dirt floor. With a breath of icy wind, the princess knocked open the porthole that allowed smoke to drift up to and through the ceiling and grabbed the bit of a loaf of bread that was left from this month's provisions.

That was the one thing her parents had remembered, to regularly resupply her with provisions. Every month one of the ice harvesters, a man named Kristoff would come with a month's worth of food and firewood loaded on his sleigh. These included to Elsa's modest joy, fresh bread and a small tin of tea leaves or hot chocolate mix. So, for the few days after the supplies had arrived each month, Elsa breakfasted on toast and a warm drink. The man and his companion Sven had arrived only a week ago, so this was the last morning she would have such a luxury for a long time. The food was something she enjoyed.

The company was something she enjoyed even more, small as it might be. The man was in awe of her ice palace and would wander around for hours if permitted. Elsa had shown him the whole castle the first time he'd delivered her supplies, and she'd tried to have something new to show the man every time he turned up. Because it was the ice he was interested in, not her.

The firewood she stacked in a small ice shed outside. The cold never really bothered her, and you didn't light a fire in an ice palace if you still wanted it to be there in the morning. So, only about a fifth of the sent firewood was ever used, usually for cooking, and she sent the excess back for Kristoff to use himself. The man worked with ice for a living, he had to get cold occasionally.

As she toasted the bread and melted ice for the tea, she heard a blizzard raging outside. Well, it's not me this time. I haven't done that since the third year anniversary of my parents leaving me up here. And it is that time of year. She went back to her bread without giving the storm a second thought.

With her breakfast toasted and eaten, Elsa strode out of her kitchen and back into the entryway. This would probably always be one of her favorite rooms in the castle. It was the one she created first, and she was always adding new things to it. A wall panel with new snowflake designs, an ice statue in one corner, a redesigned chandelier, it all added to the room in her desire to experiment with the beautiful side of her powers. If her parents ever did come see this place, they would be completely and totally knocked off their feet. The dangerous part had already done that, intentionally or not. It was something blizzards like the one outside did, especially when she was the force driving them.

She climbed up one of the staircases and went back into her room to try a new trick with her dress. She wanted to see if she could make lace out of ice and add it to the sleeves of the dress, as long draping cuffs. She sat down on the bed and began severing the bottom halves of her full length sleeves…

When something crashed through the wall.

I finally discovered how to make those lines! Yes! I feel like a proper fanfiction author now.

By the way, if Elsa seems OOC to you, just remember how she was during 'Let It Go', and add the resentment of two years alone. Understand her better now?

Have fun guessing what the beginning was about, and do not think that just because I used that title that I will stick to it. Anyone who read 'A Twist in the Story' knows that I love throwing my readers for a loop.

If you want me to do review challenges or twist reveals for this story, let me know, preferably in a review. If you don't know what I'm talking about, PM! I love to hear from my readers.