A/N This is my first attempt at FanFiction in a really long time. I tried once long ago and it did not turn out as well as I expected it to. Because of this I would appreciate it if people tried to refrain from leaving hurtful or degrading reviews, although I would love to hear constructive criticism. This idea has been lingering in my mind for a while and when I saw Frozen, it seemed to fit the storyline perfectly. I'm not exactly sure where I am going with this story, but hopefully I'll stick with it and finish it.
When Anna first looked into the dimly lit room, she saw nothing, but upon further inspection, she realized that there was a small figure huddled in the shadows. The single candle places in the center of the room cast shadows off the slight frame of what appeared to be a young girl. As Anna approached the girl, she realized that the young girl was not in fact a young girl at all. She was actually a young woman, having appeared to have already gone through adolescence.
Taking a closer look Anna examined the young woman. She had fair hair; only a few shades away from being completely white. Her frame was slight, as if she had not received enough exercise and nutrition for an extended period of time. Perhaps the most pronounced characteristic of the woman were the open wounds. Some looked old, like they were originally received a while ago but never given the opportunity to heal, resulting in agitated, partially healed scabs. Others were new. There were long strips of mutilated flesh. Anna was almost absolutely certain that they were the result of a scourge style whip. She vaguely recalled learning of the Egyptian slaves being treated in such a way in a world history class she took years ago.
Upon further inspection of the young woman, Anna discovered that she had several large and severe bruise spanning up her legs and under the thin dress she was wearing. Although she didn't want to admit it, Anna was almost positive that she knew what the woman had been thorough. In her line of of work, as a police officer specializing in kidnappings, she had seen it all too often.
Suddenly, Anna snapped out of her internal ponders and sprang into action. She gently felt around the young woman's neck for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. As she pulled her fingers away from the woman's neck, she suddenly shifted. Time seems to stop as the young woman slowly, and painfully turned herself around to face Anna. Anna was faced with shockingly bright blue eyes. There was only one other person Anna knew who had the same color eyes, but it was impossible. That person was pronounced dead years ago. Her sister. But the more Anna examined the young woman, the more clear the resemblance became. The young woman was without a doubt Anna's twin sister.
With her lips quivering, Anna managed to address the woman, "Elsa?"