It was like an incubation in her veins. The heat. The curse was no longer, it was just her. She tried to control it, but of anything, it made the winter easier.

              The snow simply melted beneath her feet.

               Now she cautiously walked into Arendelle, cautiously because she didn’t want trouble, especially with the knowledge that their queen had the exact opposite powers she did.

                 Fire and Ice.

                 The worst part was, when Ara reached the square, it seemed like the queen had decided to make an ice rink in the middle of town. She stopped where she was.

                  This wasn’t going to be good.