Elsa grew up locked behind closed doors, less out of cruelty than fear, her own at first, her parents' soon after, until that fear became the only thing she truly knew how to master.
It wasn't until she fled Arendelle, on the night of a coronation gone wrong, that she understood her power never needed containing, only living without shame, even if it meant leaving an entire kingdom frozen behind her while she learned that lesson.
Tamriel's frost mages have long told stories of a magic born from grief rather than study, able to still a lake or a heart with the same unsettling ease. None of them ever imagined a queen from elsewhere would one day embody that legend so perfectly.
Here, no one asks her to hide the frost that follows her footsteps, only to decide for herself where it should stop, a freedom Arendelle never truly gave her.