A moment before, Elsa walked down the hall of her castle, the sound of birds and rustling servants in her ears, the prospect of seeing her sister bringing a smile to her lips. In the next, she was standing in the shadow of a gaping, tall tree, height casting her in a long, lean shadow. A glance around revealed nothing remotely familiar to Arendelle nor any sight of her younger sister within the recesses. Instead she was greeted by the sight of a bench, more trees, bushes, and a pond or possibly small lake. Birds still twittered up above, but the shifting of servants cleaning was replaced by leaves, rustled from a light breeze, and a few stray footsteps, possibly somewhere up ahead. Otherwise, Elsa was utterly and completely alone. Though no stranger to solidarity or opposed to the idea, in the weeks since her return to Arendelle, she'd become accustomed to the presence of others, even come to enjoy it, especially being around Anna. Years apart, decades, and their relationship blossomed just as strong as before Elsa was forced into solitary confinement, her parents her only company until a horrible tragedy upon the sea stole them too. The gates were open once more, love saving Anna from her frozen prison, Elsa from hers, and in turn, Arendelle from Elsa's seemingly endless, enchanted winter. To suddenly find herself alone, in a strange place, it intimidated Elsa.
Where was Anna? She crept out from the darkness and looked around once more in desperation. No, her sister was no where to be found. With each passing second, fear and panic gripped her tighter in its dangerous hold. With each moment without her sister, with this scenery remaining stubbornly in place, her negative emotions wrecked havoc on her control. It was a control deemed shaky at best. Since the incident with Hans and nearly killing her sister as well as the rest of the kingdom, Elsa managed to maintain a higher level of restraint over her abilities. Obviously, the presence of her sister was a huge part of this. Where it use to bring anxiety and fear, being around Anna now helped Elsa. With her sister gone, whereabouts unknown, and her kingdom evaporated around her, that control slowly slipped from her grasp. How was this possible? Where was she? Was there a way back to Arendelle? The unanswerable questions only added to the pressure of fear, of the weight of the unknown, upon Elsa's shoulders. What if it was permenant? What if she never saw her sister again? Who would rule Arendelle? Would Hans return? Could Anna and Kristoff hold him off? Even if they did, for how long? Elsa had no time table on when or if she'd ever return. Worse, she had no way to communicate with Arendelle. The frightening familiar feeling of being trapped washed over her except this time there was no fjord to escape across, no mountain. There was just this place and even if she wanted to run, Elsa would have no idea where to go.
In response to her unsettled emotions, the temperature quickly plummeted around her. Where it had once been hovering near a spring, summer range, it hurriedly slipped from chilly Autumn weather to freezing and then below. From the sky above flakes of snow began to fall from the sky. In seconds, they went from light flecks to heavy and wet, accumulating on the grass at her feet and all around her. The snow fall thickened, threatening to become a blizzard, not unlike the one she'd created not too long ago in Arendelle and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the small lake freeze. The leaves on the trees shriveled and died, the ground hardened, and the wind picked up, turning the flakes into small daggers, out to numb exposed skin of all near the Queen. The few people she'd glimpsed were already running for cover, for the safety and warmth of the indoors. The cold did not affect Elsa, she could stay out in the below freezing temperatures forever and never worry about death. The more she tried to stop it, the worse it seemed to become, each element acting in accordance with her own uncertainty.