Strength, Justice, The Sun, The Moon.
Strength: Something you struggle with
Elsa temples her fingers, tapping them together a few times as her gaze drifts away. "People," she said, voice soft. She presses her lips into a thin line, then bites on her bottom lip. "I was raised away from them, raised to rule, and above all to control, afraid that if I slipped even once I would be killed." Her lips form a hesitant smile. "After so many years away, it's...hard to connect. But I try.
"A queen must always try."
Justice: A decision you wish you could do over
"The night I played with Anna, the night she got hurt." She doesn't even hesitate, the words slipping through without thought. Too many nights she lay awake thinking, worrying over that moment, even now - because, if she had only disagreed then, she might never have become afraid and Anna...wouldn't have had to deal with that insufferable fool. It would have fixed everything - she might have even been on the ship to save her parents.
...or Anna might have died with them. There was always that possibility.
Best not to think on such things any longer.
The Sun: Your happiest memory
"The day my sister was born." Elsa hesitates, thinking it over, then nods once in confirmation. "The day I saw her for the first time."
The Moon: Something you fear
"Losing control...slipping up." Her gaze flickers away again and she sighs. "I slipped up once and not only was nearly killed but also nearly killed by sister. I deserved my death, but she...didn't deserve any of it. I know now that I can control my powers - love over fear - but that's not as easy as it sounds. Sometimes I feel like I'm just one step away from cracking."