"Am I?" Elsa frowned a little, and bit her lip slightly. "I'm afraid to open my eyes."

The trouble with the ice spreading was that it kept spreading, crawling up the trunks of the trees that had been frosting over, thickening as it went. It didn't seem like much at first, just a slow, creeping cold. Icicles formed on the tree branches around them, and the trees started to lean.

She opened her eyes when she heard the groan of the ice on the trees struggling to carry its own weight.

... And then a moment later, she closed them tightly again and covered her eyes with her hands. She was okay, this was okay, it wasn't a problem, this was what was supposed to happen...