Okay, so this came and smacked me in my face like a soccer ball, and, well, I couldn't resist the writing urges so this was born. I really, really loved Frozen, not so much on the plot, but more about the interactions between the characters and the emotions and, of course, the amazing animations.

So, hopefully I'll be updating this really soon, but I' just gonna warn y'all: I HAVE NO PLAN FOR THIS. Seriously, no plots, no notes, nothing. I'm just gonna go with it.

Chapter 1: Tears

Wind howled outside of the castle windows, sometimes making the snow on the ground dance a bit. But it was far from serene, as little balls of ice fell from the sky, pelting anyone who dared to walk outside in such horrendous weather. It only seemed colder with the night sky, dark save the few stars and the dark masses that shot the ice.

For once, it was not of her making, but it could've been, considering her feelings.

Pale blue eyes stared at the window, not truly seeing the blizzard outside, nor the faint reflection of a blank, yet wet, face.

Tears had welled up at her eyes and were spilling down fair skin to rest momentarily at her chin before dropping to the ground.

"I'm sorry your majesty, but it can't happen."

"Wh—what do you mean?"

"A baby just cannot grow within you."

The eyes clenched and her teeth visibly ground, a broken little sound broke despite her efforts to contain it, her actions sent the snowflakes aloft in the air dancing in little pirouettes before resting in a new place, as though they were in water.

"No matter what you do, what herbs you take, what spells your perform, you cannot harbor a life within you."

Shock had all but frozen her, Elsa clutched a bit of her dress in a deathly grip, a tiny, whispered, "Why?" left her lips.

The oldest troll sighed, "You remember what I told you; there is joy in your magic, yet there is also pain. Unfortunately, your parents misunderstood—it is not the lack of control that is your pain."

Her eyes opened again, now seeing a broken face in the window staring back, lips pulled back in a grimace, her fingers gripped her forearms. Why her? Of all the people of Arendelle, why did God curse her with this? Why couldn't she have a different power? One such as heat, or flowers, or . . .

"Your powers, just as they give you abilities beyond that of any other human, come with a set of disadvantages. Your wintriness keeps you from having the right temperatures a baby can grow in."

"I—isn't—.." Elsa breathed deeply and tried again, "Are you sure you can't do anything about it?"

The oldest troll's sullen face, if possible, became even more sullen, "The only way I could remedy this would be removing your gift—" A hopeful gleam filled her eyes, only to fade with his next words, "—but even if I tried that, it would be impossible, for it is as bond to you as you are to it."

The Queen of Arendelle had returned home, looking numb, though frost had coat the ground wherever she stood, with her cloak soaked with melted snow from the storm. Anna was the first receive her, hope and giddiness all over her features, yet as soon as she saw Elsa looking the way she was at the front door of the palace, her positive energy had turned to worry.

"Elsa? What happened? I—I don't understand . . . did he say something bad? What is it—"

"I don't want to talk about it!" Elsa had snapped, tears running down her angry face.

Elsa had seen the look of hurt on Anna's face, and a little part of her told her 'she's only worried for you, don't do this to her', but had gone with her waves of emotions, which had fueled the creation of snowflakes suspended in the air. Tears spilled down quickly, she saw the few servants peeking from the nearest entrances and the few that braved to step into the reception area, and Elsa didn't want this attention; she ducked her head and quickly ran through the wide room.

"Elsa!" Anna had called, reminding her of her coronation party a few years ago, only serving to wrench her heart even more.

That had been a couple of hours ago, when the blizzard outside was just heavy snow.

A million thoughts ran through her head, words, images, sounds, but the one that stood out the most 'You can never be a mother'.

It's pretty simple in my opinion; it wouldn't be fair that Elsa would have the upper hand in something while she's good in everything. It's like blind people, they have heightened senses of hearing and smell, but they don't have the ability to see.

What do you think? Like it? Hate it? Flame it?

*Smirk* Or Freeze it?