She rolled the mass of icy snow between her hands.
When she had formed a ball, she pulled her right arm back and looked around for her younger sister, her target.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tip of a blond braid. She turned to look and only saw a tree. "Elsa, where are you?" she shouted. The tree started giggling. As quietly as she could, she crept up.
"Gotcha!" she said, triumphant. But there was no one there.
She saw the flash of yellow again, and a blue blur that had to be Elsa's dress. She turned around, running in the direction of the laughter. She chased it, breathing fast, cheeks flushed, until...SMACK
She went flying through the air, landing facedown. What had she tripped over?
She got up, walked over to the lump. Dusting off the snow, she saw that it was a sleek gray stone.
On the stone was Elsa's name, the day she was born, and the day she died.
Just then, she distinctly heard Elsa's laughter and saw a small bluish blur running through the woods.
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