*Inspired by Frozen's "Let It Go".*

I trudged through the snow. There was nothing around except ice and the mountains. Arendelle was far away now. I could not even see its church's steeple. I turned my head and continued walking.
The snow did not bother me. I was different. Everyone thinks THEY are, but I truly am. The cold never bothered me. I made it.
After days of walking, sustained on only my determination to go away from where I was labeled a "monster", I stopped. I could go no further. I needed rest. Even my magical body had its weak points.
I looked around. This mountain was a kingdom of isolation; I was the queen. I struggled with my power. I needed a roof.
I stretched my arms wide, and snow flurried around. I rose my hands, and ice shot forward. Picturing in my mind a palace, it slowly formed around me.