You were once isolated in your room.
You were once afraid of the world.
You were once worried to the extreme
of your sister's safety
as well as the kingdom's peace.
In all those years,
you store your secret shut
in your two gloved hands,
surrounded by four frozen walls.
The coronation day
was the day you dropped the bombshell.
Your fate had changed
when you lost your patience,
summoning a wave of sharp ice in front of your royal guests.
Your automatic incantations were jagged and harmful
that forced you to retreat from civilization.
And here you are,
finding a solution to the depression and anxiety
you have held back in all those years.
Your mind warns you to keep your gloves,
but your heart tells you to toss them away.
This incredible power
flows and glides from your hands
in swirls of fluffy white in the air
and blocks of blue into a tower,
your new refuge.
Way to go, snow queen.
You've stood tall and proud.
You've conquered your fear
by becoming a rebel,
showing the gods above what you want to reveal.
Your frost fabric glistens and your translucent cape gleams
under the sunrise rays.
Yes, you know it.
The snowflakes are cheering with glee.
This is where you belong,
Elsa the Great.
