Okay, hello, welcome to my newest story! I guess there are a few things I need to say before we get started. First of all, T3l4m0n asked me to write this story. He supplied the idea for the story, as well as the general outline. I just did the actual writing part. I recognise that, maybe, it isn't exactly what he wanted or expected, but I guess that's the risk of having someone else write a story for you - I did my best and went with my gut feeling, so this is what it became...

Secondly, this story will probably be around 5 or 6 chapters long. Not very long, shorter than my other stories, but that's just because... well, I have a certain amount of stuff I can work with, and I'm not going to keep dragging stuff along just to make the story longer. Also, updating on this might be a little irregular, I have two stories to maintain, as well as several unpublished projects I'm working on, and university and work. So that's just something you people are going to have to live with, I guess? Apologies, but it's just the way it is...

Next, let me see... Euhm. Ah, right! I don't own Frozen, would like to, but I don't. I made no profit with this story (unless T3l4m0n decides to pay me...?) and don't intend to! Also, this story is going to contain Elsanna, so if that's not your thing, this story is not going to sit well with you...

I guess that's it. Onwards to business!

Anna opened her eyes. Her mind was fuzzy and her mouth was dry. Not that big of a problem though. Well, not compared to some of the other problems she faced right now. The first of those being the sudden change in the colour scheme of her bedroom. Her bedroom was green and yellow. Not the icy blue and white she was surrounded by.

So, logically, this was not her room. Logically, as any self-respecting teenage girl waking up in a strange room would do, Anna immediately pulled off the covers laying over her in favour of checking her clothing. Jeans? Check. Blouse? Check. Underwear? Double check. Shoes? Well, those weren't of too much consequence at the moment, so never mind them.

"Ooookay," she muttered to herself, shaking her head a few times to get the woozy feeling out of her brain. "I'm in someone else's room, but at least I still have my clothes on... Good."

She pained her brain to find the details of the – obviously awesome – party she must have gotten drunk at yesterday. Nothing came to mind. Anna wasn't shy in her consumption of alcohol, but she never drank that much. Right? Wracking her brain further delivered problem number two of this morning – provided it was actually a morning, Anna would need to check that as well, once she got round to it.

She hadn't been to a party last night. Now that her memory had been kick started, she recalled that she had been on the couch. Watching a bad movie with a bucket of ice cream. Chocolate, of course. The only drink she had consumed was apple juice and milk.

"So, why am I here? And where is here, anyway? Alright... think, think... Logical next step?"

The answer came to her more readily than she had expected. "Leaving, of course."

As easily as the answer had presented itself, so difficult did the performance prove. The door of the bedroom was locked. That in itself was ominous enough to give Anna bad vibes, but optimistic as she was, she tried not to let it get her down. There was always the window, after all.

The large padlock she found secured to the window latch was a clear indicator of another foiled escape attempt. Optimism slightly wavering, she started looking for something. Something she could use to break the window. Her optimism seemed to leave her as readily as water in cupped hands when she realised she was left with furniture too large to be lifted, or even moved, and objects too small to even cause a scratch.

So, she dropped down on the bed – comfy bed... – to think up a new plan. "Signal to outside world..." her own voice muttered, surprising her. "Well, that's actually not half bad for an idea I came up with without thinking..."

Opening the curtains immediately made it clear that wouldn't work either. Trees. Trees everywhere. Apparently, there was some kind of pine forest around that Anna had miraculously missed the entire nineteen years she lived in this city. "That is... unless I'm not actually in Arendelle anymore."

She dropped down on the bed again, her thigh landing on something hard. She clawed at the blankets, trying to find the passive aggressor, but finding nothing. "Right. It's just my phone. Silly me."

...

Anna's hand made contact with her forehead, creating a loud slapping noise. "My phone! Why didn't I check my pockets immediately? Geez, good thing I don't make a habit out of being kidnapped or-"

She was genuinely surprised. Maybe it had been the wooziness of her brain. Maybe it had been an overdose of chocolate ice cream killing her brain cells. Maybe it had just been the general confusion and weirdness of the situation. None of the above were viable reasons for not realising her predicament though. She had been taken. From her home. To somewhere else. By... someone?

"Well, I'll worry about that later. Because I have a phone call to make!"

She pulled out her iPhone, and pressed the button to unlock the screen. The infernal device presented her with a black screen of nothingness.

"Riiight. I was too lazy to go and get my charger last night..."

She dropped the dead iPhone on the white desk. Not like it was of any use to her now anyway. Serves her right for being such a slob. "Couldn't just have lifted my pretty butt off the couch, walk five steps and plug the damn thing in, could I?"

Well, all things considered, she was left with only one final option. She took a deep breath, after which she started releasing what she considered to be the most hair-withering, blood-curling, glass-shattering scream in the history of mankind, as well as the histories of several other species.

Somewhere halfway through her accumulated breath, which translated to about four seconds screaming from the top of her lungs, the doorknob turned. It was a simple coincidence that she noticed, screaming had her quite occupied, after all, and it put an abrupt stop to her scream.

The door to her bedroom – well, not her bedroom – opened, and someone shuffled in. Anna, considering this as the best chance at escape so far, didn't bother looking at it though. She knew what kind of men kidnapped girls like her. The creepy, elderly, stinky, sweaty and hairy kind. She grabbed the first thing her hands reached and blindly threw it at the entering figure, leaping at the door while her oppressor was occupied with – what would later turn out to be – her iPhone.

In the half-second she had allowed herself to think about the entire procedure, it had seemed like a remarkably sound plan. She would almost have gone so far as to call it fail-proof. Turns out that wasn't exactly the case. Rather than being knocked out, or at least momentarily distracted, by the pink iPhone, her captor merely caught it. That, of course, allowed him the time to push her back – softer than expected, but still quite a shove – retreat back through the doorway and close the door again. Anna heard the signature click of a lock, signalling her defeat.

With a clearly audible humpf and a pfooh, she slumped against the door. To her surprise, she heard soft breathing on the other side of the door. "Hey creeper, why don't you just... go and do what you do?"

She had expected many things in response. Maybe a heavy grunt, or creepy breathing. Maybe a verbal reply, delivered in a low, grovelling voice. Or a slick and slimy voice. What she did not expect, however, was a question, delivered in the crystal-clear and melodic voice of a woman.

"Why would you throw your phone at me?"

Anna shrugged. It took a few seconds before she realised that her captor – or... captor-es? – couldn't see her. "Battery's dead. Not that it's any of your business."

"Are you... Are you hungry?"

Anna made a point out of remaining mute this time. It was a matter of pride. That, and she wouldn't have been able to form a sentence in between her silent sobs.

"I'll go and make you some breakfast," the disembodied voice on the other side of the door muttered quietly. Nothing like the aggressive kidnapper Anna had imagined. But a kidnapper nonetheless, she reminded herself, remaining silent still. "Also... please don't scream like that again... There's no one around to hear you, and you'll only end up with a sore throat."

Well, that was misplaced concern if Anna ever saw any. A sore throat was the least of her worries, really. "I mean, who does she think she is?" Anna huffed to herself after hearing the footsteps recede from her door, which wasn't technically her door, as she reminded herself. "Worrying about me like she cares. And my throat, of all things. A sore throat, pfff."

If nothing else, at least her captor seemed to be true to her word. After a mere ten minutes, the footsteps returned. "I'm going to open the door now. Please... Please move to the other side of the room and don't throw anything?"

That hardly sounds like an order, Anna mused silently, clutching her rumbling belly. "Fine. I'll humour you. This time." Her voice came out as a snarl, which was surprising, because Anna hadn't been aware of such an ability of hers.

The door opened just wide enough for a slender, white hand to place a tray inside the room, immediately after which the door was closed again. The smell reached Anna's nose nearly instantly. Toast, bacon, eggs, a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice, and a large pot filled with tea.

"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I brought a little bit of everything. I hope it's alright..." The voice quivered slightly, but restored itself before it continued. "And... I think we should talk about... the uhm... circumstances of your stay. When you're done, of course..."

Anna would have responded, called the mysterious stranger on the other side of the door a myriad of unflattering names and adjectives, had she not been too busy working her food down her throat. She didn't care that her captor would be able to hear her eating – she was hungry. And when Anna was hungry, there was absolutely nothing that could keep her from eating.

Half an hour later, three soft knocks on the door signalled her return. The door opened, just a teeny tiny bit. Slowly, very slowly, the crack became wider and wider, and eventually someone stepped into the room, having made sure Anna was on the other side, sitting at the headboard of the bed.

And Anna was amazed. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought the ancient myths about gods and goddesses stealing mortals for their own pleasures were true. She had bright, platinum-blonde hair, styled in a simple but very elegant braid that hung over her left shoulder. She had brilliant blue eyes, a combination between ice and bright skies, staring back at her with an intensity that almost made Anna wither. Her skin was fair and unmarred, porcelain white. Her entire body was slender and long and elegant and beautiful and sophisticated and graceful and – Enough! She kidnapped you, Anna!

Anna had to consciously remind herself she hated this person. It was a strange sensation, to say the least...

"Hi..." the woman muttered, looking incredibly insecure.

Anna pressed her lips together tightly, determined not to say anything during this conversation.

"I hope breakfast was good?"

More silence, but a single glance towards the empty platter betrayed her on that front. The woman gave a weak smile.

"I'm sorry about... bringing you here. But, maybe it won't be so bad? You're not a prisoner! Just look at yourself as uhm... an honoured guest who isn't allowed to leave? You can leave your room, though. Explore the house, if you want? There are locks and bolts on all the doors and windows, of course... And I removed everything you could use as a weapon..."

Anna, still not talking, deigned it okay to raise an eyebrow. She hoped her expression expressed concern and scepticism, but non-verbal communication wasn't really her thing.

"I don't want to hurt you, really. I'd just like to... get to know you. Obviously I can't let you go, I'm sure I don't have to explain the predicament that would land me in..."

Anna couldn't help it. The entire situation was so surreal. Here she was, kidnapped by a woman her own age, who didn't even seem to be confident enough to have a normal conversation with her now. The woman didn't even look happy, despite having, apparently, brought Anna here herself.

"Uhm... What's your name?"

"Anna," she replied, still deep in thought, and forgetting her mandate of silence for a moment.

"Well, Anna. It's nice to meet you. I'm Elsa..." And just like that, she got the platter and left the room again. This time, though, Anna noted, she didn't lock the door.