It's not easy. Being different from everyone else around you, even though on the outside you look the same as everyone surrounding you. Having a secret so important that if anyone else discovered it, at worse, you'd be condemned to death. I'm not talking about a I-committed-murder-now-I'm-on-the-run type of secret. I'm talking about I-have-powers-that-people-are-frightened-of-from listening-to-the-elder's-tales secret. You see, my name is Tara, and I have powers so ancient and feared that one wrong move and I'm the loser of Life. I have frozen powers. Wintry, icy cold powers that unveiled, could take lives by mistake. I'm a wood elf of Lothlorien, and I'm the reason it's winter all the time. The wood elves think it's a bad omen, a sure sign of some enemy as cold as ice; but really, its just me. Though of course only Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel know of said powers. But if my power is discovered...