Her breath came in puffs as she struggled against the chains that held her. The storm outside was intensifying. The wind and snow were unrelenting as they buffeted the bars to her cell window. Her eyes met the sight with fear -- fear for the citizens, fear for her sister who had gone out to meet her and had apparently not returned to the castle...and fear for her own life.
Prince Hans had visited her earlier. He wanted her to end the storm...but she couldn't.
If I could've, I would've done so by now.
She didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't mean for this storm to happen. She just wanted to live with everyone...
...wanted to be able to live her life without fear.
But that wasn't to be. Everything at that moment was the complete opposite, as fear was what filled her heart the most. Especially now... that she was sentenced her to death for treason -- treason against her own kingdom, her own home.
Tears stung at the side of her eyes. She knew that if she couldn't calm the storm, then she wouldn't have to be put in this situation. But her control over her powers when they went this way was almost non-existent. So it seemed...that ending her life would be the only way...
And she knew that it would be for the good of all...
She blinked the ears away, determination and desperation setting in.
...but I don't want to die.
She panted, pausing at her efforts in trying to break free to calm the storm inside her.
She didn't want to die.
She wanted to become Queen of Arendelle...
I'm so scared.
...and fulfill the duties and responsibilities passed on to her to the best of her abilities.
I'm don't want to die.
She wanted to see Anna again...
I don't want to die.
...and make amends for all that she had done...
I don't want to die when I still have so much to do.
...so they could go back to being the close sisters they once were.
But most of all...
...she found that she wanted to live...
...because she didn't want to leave Jack behind.
Jack...The mere thought of the spirit made her heartache with longing to see him. If he were there, he would've been able to help her out of the cell. If he were there, he would've found some way to make her feel better. If he were there...
...then she wouldn't have been so afraid.
"Jack..." she whispered with distress and worry in her tone Her eyes subconsciously gazed down at her shackles...and a thought occurred to her.
What would he have done...if he were there?
He would've... He would've...
Seconds later, with thoughts and ideas running through her head, her eyes lit up with an idea that would've been very much something done by her mentor and spirit friend. Again, her gaze met the shackles -- this time though, with a mix of determination, fear and a strong sense of having to escape.
They were frozen over, no doubt as a result of her emotions running wild from earlier. Elsa thought that her plan could work even better at this rate. Pulling and tugging at the shackles again, she put as much pressure on her binds as possible...
...then concentrated her power to jet out strong small spikes of icicles from the palms of her hands.
With the force from the icicles and the strain from the pulling, the shackles broke their hold on the Snow Queen, and she hid the floor with a thud.
Elsa took a few seconds to sit up and regain her bearings with a shake of her head. She glanced at her hands...and brightened when she saw and felt them free, turning them over a few times to check for any wounds.
Seeing as there were none, she got down to business yet again, standing and inspecting the wall with a window. It was strong. It was sturdy. It would've, no doubt, alarmed the guards if she did something to it...
But it was all that was standing between her and her freedom.
She held up her hands, ready to use her powers. The thoughts from earlier rang through her mind.
I'm scared. I'm scared.
A white light danced in her outstretched palm.
I don't want to die. I don't want to die.
The light was joined by blue sparkles.
I want to live. I want to live.
The magic on her palms grew bigger with the moments that passed.
I don't want to be alone anymore...
And when she thought the power she had gathered was enough, she released the blast.
...I just want to live with everyone that I care about.
And upon contact with the powerful surge of magic, the wall started to crack and crumbled, with the strong winds of the winter storm carrying away the debris.
The feel of the winter cold was welcoming to the blonde as she stepped outside and ran straight into the storm. She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't care.
She only had two thoughts running in her mind at that moment.
One, she had to get as far away from anyone who wanted to harm her as much as possible.
Two, she had to find Jack. Maybe he could stop the storm, or help her do so. After all, he was the Guardian of Winter. He had to be able to help somehow.
Jack, I don't know where you are, but I hope you're safe...
I hope I can find you soon.
I...I'm scared...I can't do this alone.
I can't do this without you.