She should be an alicorn.

I want to hug Elsa whenever and whenever else she’s crying.

“You, Lucius Malfoy are hereby sentenced to a life time sentence in Azkaban prison.” “Oh no!” Elsa gasped in shock and fright as she raised both of her hands to her mouth as tears formed her eyes. “Oh, Father, please don’t die on us! I love you, Father!” Elsa sobbed, scared and frightened for her father. Lucius had fought, he always did, he was a fighter, against the guards and men that came to take him away, Narcissa had not realized that she had screamed so loud that the eyes of the rest of the court had settled upon her, Lucius headed butted one more guard, ran towards his wife and kissed her so passionately, it physically hurt when then guards had pulled him away. “No, no, no, let him go!” Draco had screamed, tears stinging in his eyes but none tracing his cheeks, as opposed to his mother who was preventing herself from sobbing. “Please let him go!” Elsa sobbed as she screamed her head off to save her father. “Lucius, Lucius!” She screamed, as she noticed guards taking her away from the scene as well, another guard handling Draco to her left. Giving up, she let the guard see her out. “Lucius, Lucius.” She repeats the name like a sweet prayer. Draco, on her left side, hugging his mother shoulders as if trying to protect her or trying to make sure nobody takes her away as well. Elsa did the same.
 
Elsa was sobbing her eyes, her heart out and her head off in her room in the Malfoy Manor as she was managing to pray for her father. Huge, real stray tears streamed down to her face and chin. “I can’t bear to lose my father, Lucius, God. My father was sentenced to that awful Azkaban so please don’t let him die in that awful Azkaban. I’m so scared. I’m so scared of Azkaban. I’m so scared and frightened of Azkaban. Azkaban scares me so much.” While she spoke, Elsa’s voice began to break again as more tears started to build in her eyes. She continued, “So if you are up there and you can hear me, you must do us a big favor. You need look out for my father, Lucius.” More tears welled up faster in her eyes that she could barely speak without almost crying. Gasping between brief sobs, she mentally sobbed, “Whatever powers heaven and God may have, please help my father Lucius and use them. I’m begging you, God!” Then Elsa fell to the ground and sobbed again. Although she wanted to run because she knew that her grief would cause a stillness of snow, she didn’t have the energy to get up and leave. Luckily, Draco had heard everything she had said and was at the door frame. He went over to her and pulled her into a small hug as she continued to cry onto her brother’s shoulder as Draco was comforting his little sister.

But Elsa was not at rehearsals. She was hiding in the chapel, trying to collect her thoughts. She couldn’t find a reason to why Jack went to such lengths to speak with her. Sneaking into her room was one thing, but pretending to be a lost loved one was completely out of the question. Her feelings for him had changed, or at least she tried to convince herself that they had. Elsa was terrified more than ever, and she did not want to do Jack’s play.  
Elsa lifted her head when she heard footsteps, and she knew who it was. “Hans I’m frightened. Don’t make me do this. Hans, it scares me. Don’t put me through this ordeal by fire. He’ll take me, I know. We’ll be parted forever. He won’t let me go,” she stood to look at him, panic in her eyes. “What I once use to dream, I now dreamt. If he finds me, it won’t ever end. And he’ll always be there singing songs in my head. He’ll always be there.” She walked towards the window, sitting on the ledge. The stained glass glowed on her face, and radiated her white dress with color.  
Hans sighed, “You said yourself, he was nothing but a man. Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we’re dead.”  
“Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to give my life, to win the chance live? Can I betray the man that once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without thought, he murders all that’s good. I know I can’t refuse, and yet I wish I could. Oh god, if I agree, what horrors wait for me, in this, the Phantom’s opera?” Elsa sobbed.  
Hans scowled, “Elsa, don’t think that I don’t care. But every hope and every prayer rests on you, now.”  
She glared at him, “So you are going to make me do this?”  
“Yes, and then we can be free,” he placed a bundle of clothing beside her, “Here is your costume, put it on.”  
“Hans, please.”  
“Elsa you will perform without complaint! I will come and retrieve you when it is time for you to go on!” Hans stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.  
Elsa ran after him, her body hitting against the closed door. She pulled on the handle, but he had locked her inside. “Hans please don’t do this!” she sobbed, pounding her fists on the wood. Out of breath, she slumped to the floor, crying into the palms of her hands.

Elsa: You were once my one companion
 
You were all that mattered
 
You were once a friend and father
 
Then my world was shattered
 
Wishing you were somehow here again
 
Wishing you were somehow near
 
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
 
Somehow you would be here  
Wishing I could hear your voice again
 
Knowing that I never would
 
Dreaming of you won’t help me to do
 
All that you dreamed I could
 
Passing bells and sculpted angels
 
Cold and monumental
 
Seem for you the wrong companions
 
You were warm and gentle
 
A tear fell down her cheeks.
 
Elsa: Too many years fighting back tears
 
Why can’t the past just die?
 
Wishing you were somehow here again
 
Knowing we must say, “Goodbye”
 
Try to forgive, teach me to live
 
Give me the strength to try
 
No more memories, no more silent tears
 
No more gazing across the wasted years
 
Help me say, “Goodbye”
 
Help me say, “Goodbye”
 
With her song finished, Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her soft cries echoed off the building. She hung her head, her tears landing quietly on the white powder. She finally sobbed into the palms of her hands.

Elsa could feel nothing but wretched pain consuming her heart, her chest was in flames of pain, and her eyes were swollen from too much crying. She was having constant nightmares about… Elsa’s eyes seem to be filled with sorrow and regret. It looked like she was about to cry, but she was fighting back her tears and she’s trying so hard to endure it.  
She felt herself crying, but she tried to hold back her tears, remembering she was surrounded by people. Why does she have to go through this?
 
Princess Luna: (comforting the weeping little girl) Elsa, have you been crying a lot lately?
 
Elsa: (still crying and sobbing hysterically/uncontrollably) Yeah! Why?
 
Princess Luna: I noticed you’re crying, Elsa. You can tell me anything, right?
 
Elsa: (sobbing hysterically/uncontrollably) Everyone’s making fun of me. The way I really look, the way my hair really looks and the way I dressed. Everyone’s making fun of my hairdos or hairstyles. They said my hairdos or hairstyles look entirely just plain stupid, dumb and ridiculous. They said I’m a stupid snow queen who is entirely nothing but a stupid, lame-o, sissy, cowardly, wimpy, wussy, whining, whiny little baby, stupid girly girl clown who looks entirely ugly with too much makeup on my face. (The dam broke in Elsa’s eyes as it started flooding with tears. Her voice cracked as her tears were flooding again and she let out wretched sobs and her sobbing got louder.) Oh, Luna, everyone is making fun of me, they’ll keep insulting me like that, do anything to humiliate me.
 
Princess Luna: (soothing) You poor girl! Elsa, you know how to ignore any-pony or anybody who dares to insult you like that and to make fun of you.

Elsewhere in Arendelle, Lucinda found herself in a room in Elsa’s Ice Palace. Sitting on a bed in the room was Elsa, a strikingly beautiful woman who had platinum-blonde hair and blue eyes, very pale skin with a light dusting of freckles, and a tall slender figure. Elsa was sitting on the bed, staring into space. Elsa suddently felt Lucinda’s presence in the room, got up, and spun around toward Lucinda.  
“Who are you?!” Elsa demanded.  
“Don’t be afraid” Lucinda answered. “I mean you no harm. I’m Princess Lucinda of Enchancia, and I would like to be of help … if you’ll let me”.  
“Everybody has turned on me!” Elsa answered back. “How do I know your not another person turned against me?!”  
Before Elsa could react, Lucinda raced over and hugged Elsa. Elsa then fell into Lucinda’s arms and started gently sobbing. This was the first time that Elsa had the luxury of just letting her feelings out in such a way.  
“It’s alright” Lucinda comforted Elsa. “Just let it out”.  
“What have I done?” Elsa asked while sobbing.  
“It was an accident” Lucinda answered. “A terrible accident, but an accident all the same”.  
“But it was still my fault” Elsa started. “I cursed my own people, and worse yet, I cursed my own sister. How can I ever atone for that?”  
“By making amends” Lucinda answered.  
“But none of my people will listen to me” Elsa responded.  
“If they won’t listen to you, then do something that demonstrates your making amends” Lucinda started. “Trying to reverse the curse on your people and your sister would be a good place to start”.  
“My power is like a monster, raging out of control” Elsa said.  
“Then bring it under control” Lucinda started. “As somebody taught my sister once, slow and steady does the trick. Concentrate and take it a little at a time”.  
“But even if I manage to reverse this curse, my people and my sister will still remember what I did. How could they ever trust me again?” Elsa asked.  
“Start with your sister” Lucinda started. “In spite of what has happened, Anna still loves you very much, and would do anything to help set things right”.  
“Anna still loves me?” Elsa asked with tears welling up in her eyes.  
“Yes” Lucinda smiled.  
“Perhaps there is still hope” Elsa said.  
“There is always hope” Lucinda started. “I believe in you. And, in the end, I believe you will succeed. All you’ll need is some help. When it arrives, please accept it”.  
“Thank you, Lucinda” Elsa said. “You’ve given me a lot to think about”.  
At that moment, Lucinda’s amulet started to glow.  
“Looks like it’s time for me to leave” Lucinda said to Elsa. “Keep the faith, Elsa. All is not lost”.  
Scarlet, using an invisibility spell, was watching the conversation between Lucinda and Elsa.  
“That’s my Lucinda” Scarlet thought to herself while smiling. “Giving hope when hope is needed”.  
Lucinda and Elsa hugged, and then Lucinda disappeared.

Princess Luna: Are you okay, Elsa?
 
Elsa: (nodding her head while sobbing her eyes and her heart out)
 
Princess Luna: Are you sure, Elsa?
 
Elsa: (nodding her head while she’s still crying her eyes and heart out)
 
Princess Luna: If not, then you can tell me anything so you don’t have to hide anything from me and anybody else, Elsa. What’s the matter, Elsa? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?
 
Elsa: (sniffling, sobbing her heart and her eyes out uncontrollably) Oh, Luna. I’m crying all because my mama and papa died in a shipwreck and my mama and papa didn’t ever even tell me that there’s important events that I need to go just to leave my room so I feel nothing but guilty about not being able to attend my parents’ funeral so I wasn’t even that brave and safe enough to attend their funeral back then all because of my cowardice while I was too busy being stuck struggling with my ice powers for the rest of my life until my coronation day. I have to keep powers controllable so nobody won’t get killed by my ice powers by an accident. Oh, Luna, I feel nothing but guilty and I feel so bad all the time. I have to wear gloves to protect my powers because I can’t let anymore accidents happen again. Oh please, Luna, you have to understand why I was locked in the kingdom of Arendelle for the rest of my past life until my coronation. Oh, Luna, I’m such a loser. I’m nothing but a cowardly, pathetic coward. (uncontrollably sobbing her heart out and her eyes out)
 
Princess Luna: (comforting the crying, sobbing little girl) There, there, Elsa, don’t cry. Just because you’re scared and frightened that your powers would go out of control that doesn’t make you a pathetic coward so you’re not even cowardly. People care about you and your little sister and you and your sister care about the others as well. Now don’t you cry.

Elsa is a mature, yet insecure lady who is entirely a weeping little girl. I entirely wanted to comfort her too. Nobody dares to insult her like that. Including saying she’s such a baby.

Nobody dares to call Elsa a cowardly crybaby just because Elsa’s crying. Ever. Especially not these and those mean Elsa haters. Elsa haters have no true serious sympathy for Elsa which it’s truly mean just like Elsa haters themselves. Elsa haters are nothing but big fat mean old jerks.

Nobody dares to call Elsa a cowardly crybaby just because Elsa’s crying. Ever. Especially not these and those mean Elsa haters. Elsa haters have no sympathy for Elsa which it’s truly mean just like Elsa haters themselves.

Nobody dares to call Elsa a cowardly crybaby just because Elsa’s crying. Ever. Especially not these and those mean Elsa haters.

Nobody dares to call Elsa a cowardly crybaby. Ever.

Luna: (comforting the sobbing girl) Don’t cry Elsa. It’s okay.

Elsa: (singing while she’s sobbing) Please, are you still in there?  
Anna, no, what have I done?  
I’m sorry I deserted you,  
I wasn’t trying to, the storm inside me won  
We only had each other  
It was just me and you  
Now what am I going to do?  
Do you want to build a snowman?
 
“Yes, I want to build a snowman,  
and ride our bikes around the halls.  
It’s because I cared for you,  
that I hid from you  
and now you took the fall.  
I wanted to protect you,  
now look at you,”  
“Frozen by my own hands.  
Yes, I want to build a snowman,  
and play outside in the snow.  
I wanted just to hold you close.  
Please, open up my door,  
because I loved you most.  
I was always lonely,  
not anymore,  
because now I can finally see  
I want to build a snowman,  
one more time, Anna, please…”
 
“Yes I wanna build a snowman… 
I’m sorry that it took so long… 
I didn’t know I needed you…I really do… 
and now you’re gone… 
please…just ask me once more…  
just one more time…I promise I’ll open the door 
…yes I wanna build a snowman…”

Don’t cry Elsa. It’s okay.

Elsa: (sobbing hysterically) Oh, Luna, I’m so scared and frightened of being close to everybody because my ice powers will get more dangerous and stronger and I’ll hurt them with my ice powers. I just wish none of this worst things never ever even happened.
 
Luna: (soothing and comforting the sobbing girl) There, there, don’t you cry. Just let it all out, Elsa. It’ll be alright. It’s going to be okay, sweetie.
 
Elsa: (shaking her head with no while she’s still sobbing and crying) Oh no! No it will not be alright, Luna and it never ever even will be.
 
All making fun of crying Elsa: (laughing hysterically) Man, what a baby she is. Oh, she’s such a crybaby. Gee, she’s a big baby or a little baby. Elsa, you’re truly such a crybaby. Quit being such a drama queen, Elsa. You’re a baby. You’re being a big baby and a little baby. Elsa is being a scared-y baby. Hear that, Elsa, you’re a big scared-y crybaby. We know you’re such a scared-y baby, Elsa.
 
Luna: (still comforting the sobbing, weeping girl berating the ones who are laughing at Elsa by defending Elsa) This is not funny. I repeat. That is not funny. How dare you make fun of her like that. Don’t you dare laugh at the poor sensitive girl like that especially when she’s crying. That is not funny. That poor, sweet, sensitive girl is crying right now and she doesn’t even deserve to be made fun of for that. Don’t you dare hurt the poor, sweet, sensitive girl. Don’t tease the pretty girl. Who are you to pick on the poor girl like that? How would you like it if some-pony or somebody laugh at you when you’re crying? Huh? Stop laughing at Elsa. Leave that poor girl alone. You’re making this poor little girl cry.

Elsa: (sat on the ground sobbing her heart out and her eyes out hysterically and uncontrollably in her hands) Oh, Luna, I just wish my powers were already safe, tame and controllable and not dangerous, wild and uncontrollable instead so I’ll able to use them carefully without the stupid accidents getting in my way. (flung herself around Luna’s neck sobbing on Princess Luna’s neck) Oh, Luna, can you just please do something to make them accept for who I am?
 
Luna: Oh, Elsa. All of us do but some magical powers can be very dangerous and out of control. All we have to do is work on taming our magic powers, Elsa. You’re a sweet girl, Elsa. Just be yourself, Elsa. Now don’t you cry.

Elsa is pretty and beautiful even when she’s crying her heart out and her eyes out and I truly want to make her feel a lot better than ever like soothe her, comfort her by telling her everything’s going to be alright and okay.

Elsa: (sobbing hysterically and uncontrollably) Oh no, Luna, it will not be okay. Oh, Luna, what am I truly supposed to do? What am I going to do? Please, Luna, I won’t do anything bad and stupid. I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt anybody with my powers. Using my own powers that are uncontrollable and dangerous frightens me the most. Fear is my enemy.
 
Luna: (comforting and soothing Elsa) Don’t be frightened, Elsa. Of course it’ll be alright.

While Elsa spoke, her voice began to break as tears started to build in her eyes. She continued, “So if you are up there and you can hear me, you must do me a big favor. I need you to help me control my powers.”  
Elsa’s tears welled up faster in her eyes that she could barely speak without almost crying. Gasping between brief sobs, she said, “Whatever powers heaven and God may have, please help me and use them! I’m begging you, Mama, Papa and Princess Luna!”  
Then Elsa fell to the ground and sobbed. Although she wanted to run because she knew that her grief would cause a stillness of snow, she didn’t have the energy to get up and leave as she continued to cry.

Princess Luna: (calmly and gently) All of us have fears, Elsa. You should face your fears, Elsa. You shouldn’t have to fear your own powers.
 
Elsa: (sobbing hysterically) Face my fears? Don’t you see that I’m not that brave enough to control my own powers?
 
Princess Luna: You are absolutely correct, Elsa. You should practice more so they won’t uncontrollable at all.

THAT’S NOT FUNNY ELSA HATERS.

Elsa haters: (laughing at Elsa) Man, Elsa is such a crybaby. She’s such a drama queen. She is such a big baby or a little baby. She’s a big crybaby or a little crybaby. She’s a cowardly woman. She’s such a dramatic baby doll. She’s a coward and a crybaby. She’s a scared little crybaby. She’s a stupid, wimpy, lame-o girly clown who wears too much makeup. Look at her crybaby face. She’s being such a baby. She acts like a baby.
 
DON’T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ELSA LIKE THAT. YOU’RE MAKING FUN OF POOR ELSA. YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN TO ELSA, AREN’T YOU? CAN’T YOU MEAN OLD JERKS SEE SHE’S CRYING HER HEART OUT AND HER EYES OUT? DON’T CALL HER A BABY, CRYBABY, COWARD, A STUPID, WIMPY, LAME-O GIRLY CLOWN AND A DRAMA QUEEN. HOW DARE YOU INSULT ELSA LIKE THAT? HUH? ELSA NEVER EVER EVEN DESERVES TO BE INSULTED LIKE THAT. ELSA IS VERY SENSITIVE. SHE’S SO SWEET. HOW COULD GO AND MAKE FUN OF SOMEONE VERY SWEET LIKE ELSA? HUH?