Well, I lived in a kingdom called Arendelle. When we were little, my sister Anna and I would occasionally sneak out of bed to go to a ballroom to ice skate or build snowmen. That was until one day... I was trying to catch her and... ended up hitting her with my powers. Since then we had to take away her memories of magic and to keep her and everyone else safe, I was isolated as much as possible.

Yet I seemed to be the only one with such powers. And then... one day I just sort of... lost control. Since it's not normal to have powers like I do, everyone assumed I was a witch or some monster. My solution to that was to just... run away. Hide in the mountains... I knew Anna could take care of the kingdom much better than I could.

Unfortunately it didn't work that way. My intent was to isolate myself to protect the others around me. It doesn't help when you're hunted down even after that effort.