Elsa ran, harder than she ever had in her life. Her elegant heels clacked desperately along the icy surface of the frozen fjord. She ran away from her people, from her sister, from her failure. She had finally cracked. Despite her best efforts, she had failed. Her parents would have been so ashamed. After what seemed like an eternity, Elsa stopped running and began to walk. It did not matter where. Just as long as she was alone. Elsa felt numb and it was not from the cold. She did not know what to feel. She had felt nothing for thirteen years and now she felt every emotion hitting her at once. As she kept moving, Elsa found herself walking up the North Mountain. It seemed a fitting place for her to live out her exile.