Once upon a time, I was a girl, not a queen. Sadly, girls grow up to face their destiny, face hidden truths. I was cursed with the power to shoot frozen water from my fingers. My kingly father was forced to tell me who I really was. In all honesty, even he didn't know. In my parents eyes, I was an afflicted daughter. In my own reflection, I saw a conflicted young woman, fear and emotions running wild. Though society cared not. They expected a queen. I knew if they ever saw my powers, I'd be deemed an evil troll. I'd be burned at the stake. If only I could get through my coronation without showing my true self, I'd be alright. If only...