***Notes at the bottom***

It wasn't as if Elsa knew what she was doing as flurries spread from her fingers across her bedroom window. She wasn't consciously affecting her surroundings as the temperature dropped slowly in her bedroom. However, slowly she did come to realize it, and fear spread through her. What was a moment ago slow growth, a gentle spreading of frost and ice across her window, was suddenly jagged, sharp, causing the glass to crack beneath it, a harsh wind from an unknown source blowing everything in the room. She cried out in fear and fell to the ground, curled in on herself, a child with such power that no child should have to be burdened with. Her door had frozen shut, her parents banging on it, calling her name, wanting her to answer, hoping she was alright, telling her not to be afraid.

Then it was quiet.

Not a sound, not even the wind continued. Elsa's eyes slowly opened, widening as what was once a shattered window was now a tall, forboding, dark figure. She didn't dare move, only trembling as slowly the figure stepped down from the window sill, large booted feet thumping lightly as it moved slowly towards her. Soon she was enveloped by its shadow, hands pale in the moonlight now moving up and pushing back a hood.

She remained still as pale blonde hair was loosed, bright blue eyes gazing down at her for what seemed like hours, but were only seconds. She flinched as a hand moved towards her, offering a hand up. She looked at the hand, then into matching blue eyes, and back at it, unsure. His voice was deep, gentle as he spoke, "You are safe, little one. Come, I know what you need, no longer will you be forced to be a prisoner in your own home..." She still looked wary, and he smiled, pulling his hand back slightly he focused and slowly a small miniature of herself formed in ice in his palm. Her eyes grew as big as saucers as the figure spun slowly before disappearing again. It had been so detailed, so carefuly formed. She'd never been able to make anything more than a few crude snowmen.

It took a few more long moments before Elsa's smaller hand slid into his, and in a moment, they were gone. The King and Queen of Arendelle managed to break in, eyes wide, their daughter gone, her room destroyed, window broken. Behind them their youngest stood, white streak through her hair, she peeked around the corner, tears in her eyes, knowing her beloved sister to be gone.

A/N:

I went through several different planning stages of a first chapter, and a general background for this story for months. I'm going to write this at my own pace, but will try to write chapters ahead of time so I don't necessarily 'fall behind'. I feel very good about this fic, and hope to continue it until an end. I have a very clear idea of what'll happen, but I'm not against fan theories or ideas and include fellow fans in my creation :3