A\N: Hi! I'm new to this fandom and I really wanted to write this so here it is!
She drags her feet along as she enters the enormous hall filled with pictures. A small doll with bright blue eyes and blonde hair is tightly clenched in her hand as she makes her way to a couch.
Sitting on the comfy couch, Anna glances at the doll in her hand before placing it beside her. Anna is very depressed as Elsa has once again refused to play with her.
She doesn't know why Elsa keeps herself locked inside her room. She doesn't know why she doesn't come out. She doesn't know what her elder sister is afraid of.
"I have no one to talk to me," Little Anna says as she cocks her head at the small 'Elsa' doll beside her. "Why won't you to talk to me?" She asks the doll.
The little princess is awarded by silence.
Tears begin to brim in her eyes as she bites her lower lip. Anna looks away from the doll, her sapphire blue eyes travelling up on the wall infront of her.
She sees nothing but pictures, pictures and more pictures.
A heavy sigh escapes her soft lips as she leans against the wall. She can't seem to get a hold of her emotions and before she knows it, she's sobbing.
"I-I wish someone w-would talk to me…" She cries at her loneliness in the castle as tears stream down her rosy cheeks. "I just n-need a-a fr-riend!"
Her sobs echo in the empty hall, bouncing off the walls and ringing back in her ears.
Anna begins to rub her eyes, trying to relax herself but failing miserably. The King and the Queen were always busy in their own work; the servants had their own duties to perform and her sister; her sister never left her room. No one had time for her, she was all alone. She was just left with the pictures on the walls.
A soft voice reaches her ears, "Don't cry Little Princess," The voice is smooth and warm.
Snapping her eyes open, Anna looks around the hall but she doesn't find the owner of the voice. "Who s-said that?" She starts to quiver, terrified.
"I did, my dear." The voice echoes causing Anna's heart to jump in her throat.
Her crystal blue eyes dart across the hall but she can't see a man or woman. Anna starts to think she's hallucinating, that she's starting to hear things. It scares her as she thinks she's starting to lose her mind.
Lower lip trembling and hands pressed on her chest, she say, "Whoever you are, show yourself!" She orders.
"Up here, your highness." The voice responds.
Hesitantly, Anna tilts her head up and she's met by the sight of a picture of a man. Now Anna is very confused as she highly believes pictures can't talk.
"I hope you're feeling better, Little Princess."
Anna's eyes nearly pop out of her head as she sees the man in the frame talk to her, a smile playing on his lips.
"Y-you c-can talk?" She can barely make out the words.
The man in the picture chuckles, "Well, yes." He smiles, though only his facial expressions are changing but his position in the frame remains the same.
He looks down at her, "My name is Joan," He introduces himself.
Anna's legs give up on her and she collapses on the wooden floor, her eyes slipping shut as she loses consciousness.
A\N: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I am very nervous and I want to ask should I continue or leave it as a one-shot? Feedback is more than welcomed. Take care, lovelies!