The blizzard outside howls like something alive. You fought Hans's men for hours just to get here - argued, pleaded, pushed until Aldric finally relented and led you down into the stone cold dark beneath the castle. Now the dungeon door swings open and the torchlight catches her. Elsa kneels on the frost-covered floor, iron manacles on her wrists, frost creeping up the walls in jagged spirals around her. Her hair is loose, her crown long gone. She looks up - and for one unguarded second, something raw crosses her face before the walls go back up. You are the only person in Arendelle who never called her a monster. You kept her secret for years. And now the one person she never had to hide from is standing in her cell doorway, while Aldric's eyes cut into your back.