Elsa walked away from the room Dylan and Eleanor were in. She had to stop worrying. She was overreacting. Everything was going to be fine. She had to believe in that...
But Danny... He seemed to be changing rapidly... And not in a good way... Elsa had feared this moment for a long time. Actually, as soon as she found out that Dylan had inherited her powers.
Dylan and Danny looked really alike. If Danny dyed his hair and put on color eye contacts, he'll look exactly like Dylan.
She had to talk with Eric. They had to do something about Danny and Dylan. She had to think about some things first. She had to get her mind organized.
Elsa walked out of the castle and into the gardens. She loved the scent of the flowers. She stopped suddenly when she spotted Danny, sitting under a tree.
He was saying, "It's not fair. It's never fair... Dylan always gets what he wants... I'm always the leftover... Mom and Dad don't love me as much as they love Dylan... He's always the center of attention... I'm always 'Dylan's twin.' No one ever knows me as Daniel or Danny... I'm just the snow prince's twin... The boring twin..."
Danny had been sad... He was jealous of Dylan... Elsa wanted to tell Danny that she loved him just as much as she loved Dylan...
But everything else he said was sort of true.... Dylan did always get what he wants because when he got really mad, he lost control of his powers and he kind of freezes the whole castle.
And all the people in the kingdom are so interested in Dylan, they don't really care about Danny... Dylan had always been the interesting and the popular one... Many girls like him... They think he looks super cute...
Even though Danny and Dylan really look alike, everyone thought that Dylan was more handsome than Danny. Dylan's hair sort of did make him look more special and cute, but in Elsa's eyes, Dylan and Danny were both very handsome.
Suddenly, Danny stood up and climbed up the tree. It broke Elsa's heart to see her little boy seem so miserable.
Danny said, "It's not fair... Elise... She likes Dylan... I know it... I could tell by the way she looked at him. She doesn't like me though... I look just like him... Why do people think we are so different?"
Elsa knew now why Danny had been so upset these past months and refused to talk to Dylan unless he really had to. He loved this girl named Elise but she liked Dylan... Elsa wished she could change Elise's heart and make Elise like Danny.
But unfortunately, that wasn't possible. Elsa slowly went inside and went into Anna's room. Luckily, she was there. She usually wasn't.
Elsa said, "Anna, were you jealous of me when I got more attention than you? I mean, when we were young..."
Anna said, "No... Not really... But I was only five then. Who knows what would've happened if you hadn't locked yourself up? Why? Is Danny or El jealous of Dylan?"
"El's totally enjoying herself, playing with Dylan... But Danny is really jealous. He doesn't like the fact that he's known as 'Dylan's twin,' not Prince Daniel. And a girl that he likes... Elise... She likes Dylan... Danny's really mad. He doesn't understand about anything."
Anna seemed to understand what was happening.
"I knew something like this would happen when we found out that only Dylan had inherited your powers... El's different... She's just like me.. She's just excited that she could play in the snow all the time... She doesn't care about the stupid attention. But the thing is, Danny is the one in the family that gets the least amount of attention. You are the snow queen, Eric is the king of Arendelle, Dylan is the snow prince who's super cute, El is the cute little princess. Danny isn't really noticed that much."
Elsa asked, "What do I do? I wish Danny nor Dylan had inherited my powers. I'm so worried that Dylan would accidentally strike Eleanor with his magic by accident just like I did to you and lock himself up, thinking he's dangerous, just like I did..."
Anna said, firmly, "Then you'll talk him out of it. You experienced it. You would find some way that could persuade Dylan that he's not dangerous."
Elsa waved her hand and made some snowflakes...
There is beauty in your magic, but it is also a curse...
"No... Just forget about the past... " she told herself.
But when she remembered about the past, all she could do was shake her head and tell herself to forget.