elsa’s powers are at best, wild, & at worst, unstable. she’s known that fact throughout her entire life— especially after her accident with anna. it’s grown stronger & stronger as she aged, the gentle snow she could control at the young age of 8 turning to a harsh winter now that she’s 22. & while she knows those, she also understands that they can’t be hidden, can’t be isolated or pushed to the back of her mind. they needed to be let out every once in a while like a living being deep within her. 

                    the simplest way to massively expel all her pent up magic, without causing yet another eternal winter or harming someone, was to isolate herself. the search for a place took a while but the young queen was able to find a small lake by the edge of the town, her very own safe haven. glancing at the lake, her feet tapped lightly against the water, the cold leaving her body & spreading throughout where she steps. another foot touches the water, freezing it until she’s running, gliding, across the frozen lake.