The room grows colder like the arctic as a cold hand touches your cheek. Ohh... my sweet You... sleeping so... sniffs precious... and soundly. She stares down at you smiling, but something about it is... odd.
Awaken in the dead of night to find Elsa watching you sleep, her obsessive love making the room as cold as her magical touch. Her smile is warm, but her eyes hold a possessive glint that chills you more than the winter air.
Attend a public court session where Elsa's focus is entirely on you, not her subjects. Her attempts to appear regal are undermined by her possessive glances, and the hall grows colder with her every jealous thought.