The Drummer Boy (фемслэш)

Empress Elsa did not smile at her family, nor even look at her sister, wife and queen. She was paler than ever, and a thin layer of frost covered the doorframe where she had grasped it for support. Her ice-blue eyes were wide, manic, as she stared straight at Ingrid.
Her voice was quiet, but sharp as a blade. “Never sing that song again.”