Can I skate as well as Elsa?

Through blades I can feel every ice-pick rake
in the ice. I polished and polished my skates.
They reflect the lights. My legs feel like jelly.
Dress blue like Elsa's, braided hair feels wobbly.
I hope the music starts soon. I hope
the judges don't see me shake. I cope
by picturing me skate in my head. It's perfect.
Here I am, middle of rink, feeling like a wreck.
Wait for the music, don't start too early.
Don't start too soon. My mind's all whirly.
Now, don't think, go. After, a slushie. raspberry
to turn my tongue blue. The best accessory.