No. It is not celebrated. Nor is it something I am...happy to have. And I must ask you...please don't tell anyone else.

[At least she's admitting it. Partially because she isn't looking at him anymore and has put some distance between them. She stops before the door, looking up at it. She's never frozen anything this badly before. It scares her; her power is getting stronger and harder to control. It's strange, though--somehow being unable to actually breathe or hear her racing heart is a bit...calming. That and her terror has worn her out. She's exhausted, emotionally and mentally.]

[She doesn't answer his question, instead laying a gauntlet on the iced-over door. She has no idea how to unfreeze it. She's never been able to unfreeze anything...but maybe she can break it? Breaking ice has never been a problem, true.]

[She takes another mental breath to try and keep herself calm and manages, just barely. Then she taps a finger against the ice. There's a grinding sound, then all of the ice surrounding the door shatters. At first it falls in massive chunks, but then it all turns into snow with a harmless puff.]

[Elsa stands back and presses her hand to the forehead of her helm.]

There. You can leave now.