James! You have to let it go!

"Now now James." A woman stood next to him smiled gently as she looked down at her sixteen year old son. "Don't be so rude." She crouched down to his height and tried to push back the golden locks but failed as her son almost flinched back. "It's okay." She whispered softly. "Conceal it, don't feel it. Don't let them see." He whispered and Elsa felt her eyes widened in shock.