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She must have been distracted, going through the wrong door when she'd meant to go back to her room. This door has led to somewhere else entirely. For all its cool air, it's not her hotel room and it's definitely not her ice palace back in Arendelle. Instead, there's a long expanse of white ice all around her. Looking around, Elsa realizes that not only is she in a small booth, her clothes have also changed. While it still has the blues and glitter of her normal dress, it leaves her bare and vulnerable.

There's no way she's staying here! Elsa spins around only to see the door she entered is locked and she's being called to the ice to perform.

Only now does Elsa realize how many figures are up in the stands. All of them are staring down at her and her stomach drops out as she feels the pressure tightening in her chest.

Conceal. Don't feel. Conceal. Don't feel.

She's never felt so uncertain of herself on the ice as the music starts to play.

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Legolas spun and stretched out the space between them, reaching his hands out for hers. He did not know the rules for this sport nor did he care; this was something between he and Elsa alone and the crowd was merely observing it. They had no part in it, not in this.

"Let it go."

Let it go.

Elsa leaned out to match Legolas' stretch before grasping his hands as he spun closer. She felt that same freedom she had before, practically wind and sky and so much bigger than one small woman.

"You're good at this."

"It is something I have done before, long ago. Elves can actually walk on snow, if you can imagine that. We do not feel the effects of cold or heat."

It had been an easy trek up Caradhras for Legolas, though not for the rest of his party.

"I'd say it sounds magical, impossible, but I can create ice castles." She's smiling now, breathless from exertion and repressed laughter.

As the music winds down, she becomes aware of the applause from the audience. Glancing around, Elsa realizes that her snow has stopped and the only ice here is in the rink. Breathing hard, her smile widens. "Wow...look at that."

"No harm was done and everyone thinks the snow was part of our act," Legolas said proudly. "And it was beautiful, if I say so myself. I suppose that is conceited of me since I contributed to that beauty but I will say it anyway."

Elsa laughs, honest to goodness laughs, and shakes her head. "You really did play a part. That was wonderful. I...I'm going to have to remember this door."

How could she ever have been afraid? This is, after all, her element.

"I would not mind coming back to this one," Legolas agreed. "I have heard that some of the doors lead to nightmarish places but this, this is something I am fond of."

He beamed at her, glad to have eased her concerns if only for a little while. "Someday, I will have to take you to Middle Earth. There is a mountain called Caradhras, the red peak, that is covered in ice and snow as far as the eye can see."

"We should come here again," Elsa suggests. Her smile is fixed in place and she can't remember feeling this happy since she was a little girl.

"That sounds beautiful. Powerful, but also beautiful."

"I would be happy to accompany you anywhere you like, Queen Elsa," Legolas said softly, meant only for her ears.

"So long as my company is welcome, you shall have it."

"Just...knock on my door," Elsa says. She bows deeply for the audience and hurries back to the booth so that she can breathe.

If only she could have said the same to Anna.

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