"What do you think Elsa; do you find it to your liking?" The king asked as he looked around the entire room prepared as his eldest daughter's new bedroom, as the last of the servants were dismissed after placing all of her stuff in perfect order.

The small girl, barely listening, was busy staring at her own palms to even acknowledge her father. And who can blame her after the horrific events of last night? The harrowing guilt ate away at her from the accident and her own healed sister. Elsa couldn't hide the expression of sadness and shame for losing control of her curse like that. It was still early in the morning, and apart from Anna the family of Arendelle found little motivation to rest.

She heard a weary sigh and the lower half of her papa's approached, Elsa glanced upwards from her lap to meet the eyes of an exhausted king, the sorrowfulness of the separation of the sisters clear on his features. The king knelt down and spoke calmly and gentle as a regal always should. "I'm sorry this has to be done my child. But it's clear any interaction between you and your sister, right now, will spell certain doom on her. Please understand your mother and I are only doing what's best for the safety of the kingdom and its family. I don't like this anymore than you do."

There was no voice coming out of her since departing from the strange trolls. The words, intentional or not, were harsh enough to add more of the consuming guilt in the pit of Elsa's stomach. But no matter how cruel it seemed, her father was right, Anna nor the kingdom can ever know about her powers, not until the day Elsa can control it completely. It was for the good of Arendelle. Despite being only nine years old the young princess was educated enough to know what's right.

Which is why she flinched away when the king attempted to rest a gloved palm reassuringly on her shoulder. Still no voice to be found from herself, and the young sad princess returned her gaze to her still palms, ashamed to meet the caring look of her parent. Elsa appreciated their help, but there was only so much even the king and queen of a kingdom could do. The king let out a log-drawn sigh, a silent moment with light leaking from the hallway and the window of the morning sun passed by before her parent stood up straight again. "Try to get some rest Elsa. I think we should have a day with no lessons for you."

Elsa merely nodded, still refusing to look at her walking away father. Does she even have the right to be in the same room as him after the terrible ordeal?

"Goodnight my child." Were the last words as her papa departed, and as soon as Elsa heard the door shut she let the tears sprung out.

The sobbing lasted for a good amount of minutes, as every droplet of water fell Elsa reminded herself of her self-hate for what she did to Anna. She stared down at her ice-producing palms with contempt; these were the hands responsible for damaging her own sibling. It wouldn't surprise the princess if the entire staff of the castle secretly resented her being here if they hear about it. And no one can blame them if so, because they had every right to do so.

Never speaking to her sister again until maybe adulthood, her parents no doubt ashamed of their eldest heir, absolute no control over her own powers, and the castle with all its living occupants isolated from the rest of the kingdom for Elsa's own good. Through tear-stained eyes the young princess glared at nothing in particular and stood up from the edge of her large bed, finding herself in the middle of the room after walking around for a few minutes trying to calm down. She wiped the rest of the drops from her eyes and stared at the clean floor in self-loathing. Though the princess realized it was pointless yelling mentally at herself like this and calmed down, sighing sadly and returned to staring at her own hands; the source that channels and directs her powers against anything she points at, willingly or not.

"I'm a monster..." The small child muttered to herself, realizing there was no other word to describe herself more after what had occurred.

"You don't look like a monster..." Elsa took a step back in surprise at being overheard, looking around for the source of the childlike voice- childlike? The young princess knew there weren't any children within the castle apart from herself and Anna. Was Anna-?! Finding the source of the curious voice filled the princess with relief at it not being her sister, but with fear, dread and confusion as she found herself staring at another blue-clothed child with short black hair, innocent eyes with a bright smile and younger than her looking back at her from-

-inside the mirror?!

This never happened before. Elizabeth blinked back innocently at the girl that was looking at her from inside her own large window.

Having just finished breakfast from the food her giant metal friend gave her from the sky, the small child felt bored after the big bird left and went up to the second floor of her library to look out to the skies and see the beautiful city below. Maybe afterwards she would read some more. It was just another day inside the tower.

What the surprised child didn't expect to see however, instead of the pretty sight of the city, was through her window another girl with blond hair and dressed in blue, looking a bit older than her in a large room crying to herself and walking around, not noticing the curious Elizabeth watching her in wonder. The room was dark and a bit blue. Her own head filled with questions.

Who was she? Where did she come from? Why can Elizabeth see her through her own window? Was that her bedroom? Can she see her back? And most importantly: why was she crying?

The small girl did nothing but watch, transfixed by this older girl and the room showing in her library window and wondering what made her upset.

Her answer was revealed when the other child spoke to herself, Elizabeth barely hearing it and leaned a little closer so she might catch it clearly. "I'm a monster..." The words made the younger girl frown in confusion and a little upset. Who would call their self a monster? Why would anyone do that? That wasn't right.

And whether the girl might hear her back or not, she felt compelled to voice her own opinion.

"You don't look like a monster..." Elizabeth said, hoping that might make the other girl feel better. Instead the older child looked around and then met her inquisitive stare, gasping and taking a few steps back. The younger girl simply tilted her head, then a sudden thought popped up: was her prayer finally heard, was Elizabeth finally going to get her own friend?! The thought made the child's smile bigger. Maybe she won't have to be so lonely anymore with no one but the giant bird that wasn't really a human friend and visiting people who made it clear they don't want to be her friends.

"How...? Who... are you, and how are you doing that?" The older girl asked Elizabeth in a wary tone while taking a few steps forward slowly, looking like she was thinking the younger girl was a threat. But that was silly, Elizabeth wouldn't hurt anyone.

"My name is Elizabeth," The younger child introduced herself politely with a little bow and gazed at the confused girl in curiosity and excitement, "Are you my new friend? And how am I doing what? And what's your name? And how are you inside my window?" It was rude to stare, even she knew that much, but the wish for answered questions was just gnawing at her; a word she learned a few days ago. "And why did you call yourself a monster?" She added quickly.

The older girl blinked rapidly at her, and Elizabeth wondered why. Was there something wrong with her eyes? Just as the other girl opened her mouth to answer, another voice that came from inside the window and far from Elizabeth's view. "Princess, is everything alright? Is there someone else in there with you?" Immediately, to the younger child's surprise, the older girl was shocked too and looked around like in a panic and quickly ran far from Elizabeth's eyes-widened view from the window. Before she could ask what was happening the other girl returned to her sight holding a blanket and without warning the window turned back to looking out of the skies and the pretty city below, leaving Elizabeth stumped. She never got her answers, that was a disappointment, but it meant nothing compared to the excitement that the child finally talked with another person around her age.

And what made it even more possibly exciting and wonderful is that this other child was a princess, and might come back!

Out of simple fun and wanting to try something else out I made this story, taking place after the visit to the trolls in the beginning of Frozen and Elizabeth having met the Songbird as a child after a few days in Bioshock Infinite. I won't be putting too much into this work, so it may come out as a simplistic piece of work without much twists to it. Please enjoy.