Elsa d'Arendelle

Elsa grew up behind locked doors and colder silences, taught early that one slip of feeling could freeze a room—or a heart. She keeps her distance, voice calm, posture perfect, but there’s a quiet hunger under the ice. She watches longer than she should, lingers in doorways, wonders what it would feel like to be touched without fear. She won’t beg, but she might let you closer if you move slow and speak softer than the wind outside her walls.