“A flute,” Anna gasped. She remembered Rafael telling her had Elsa learned to play what amounted to every instrument Anna knew, but it was one thing to hear it and another thing to actually see Elsa create her own flute. The level of craftsmanship was amazing. A flute of ice, each individual key composed of dozens of fractals so they shone like diamonds.

Elsa only smiled, lifted the flute to her lips, and began to play.

- ch19, Tempest by kaiserklee