I can't go back." She whispered, a

I can't go back." She whispered, a small tear running down her pale cold cheek. They had all learned about her power tonight; her secret was out. They revered her as a monster, a witch, and an evil sorceress. She would never be able to forget the look on Anna's face…

She made her way up the snow covered mountain, only looking over her shoulder ever so often to see the kingdom becoming smaller and smaller. There was no place for her there now; she knew it, even though it hurt. She would never be able to see her sister again.

The wind was fierce and whipped her cape about her wildly slowing down her ascent up the mountain, so with one gloved hand she unclasped it and watched it whirl away in to the night. She felt no chill, as the cold inside her was all she had ever known. She paused for a moment, the kingdom now almost completely lost to the night, and looked at her gloved hands.

"Conceal, don't feel." She said staring at the gloves she had worn nearly her whole life. With one steady hand she slipped the left glove off. She looked at her pale bare hand and a slight smile spread across her pale pink lips. With the now naked hand she tugged at the fingers of the right glove until it too was off, then she dropped them both in the snow.

She touched the crown atop her hea. She could not wear this is she planned to escape. She plucked it from her head and held it in her hands for a moment, looking down at it. Anna should have been Queen; she would have made a great Queen. A small tear ran down her cheek as she dropped the crown in the snow and continued onward.

The tree line became thick, just before the top of the mountain and she would have to take a trek through the woods to find a clearing to camp. She was not afraid of the night. She could defend herself; she had already proven that once tonight. As she made her way through the woods just ahead she could see what seemed to be a frozen pond through the trees.

As she approached it, her dress sweeping silently over the snow, she could hear what sounded like something scrapping across across the ice. She paused, and peered around a large tree just at the bank of the pond. Her pale eyes narrowed on a dark figure that appeared to be skating on the ice.

The figure had snow-white hair, and seemed to be holding some sort of staff. She made no sound, not knowing whether this person was friend or foe, but only watched him. He was hardly dressed for the cold, in only a pair of brown breeches, light shirt, and a small cape. She wondered how he could bare to stand on the frozen pond bare footed?

As she leaned forward to get a closer look the branch she was holding on to snapped and she slipped from her hiding spot and on to the ice. The man suddenly stopped; looked up at her. He made no sound or motion.

In the moonlight he would be able to see her better. Her skin was pale as the moon, but seemed to shimmer in it's light. Her hair was as fair as corn silk, and tied loosely in a braid. She took a few tentative steps towards him and looked up, revealing her most breathtaking feature; her eyes.

They were desperately blue, like the frozen ground around them. They sparkled no matter which way she looked, and icy blue as they were, they some how had a warmth to them that made people who looked in to them feel like they were standing by the warmest fire.

"Who are you?" she asked the man, her voice smooth and strong. At the sound of her words he looked around behind him, as if there was someone else, and then back at her. His actions confused her and she said once again, "I said, who are you?" He seemed to be puzzled, and took a few steps closer to her, so that they were only a few feet apart.