Sister Rising

Prologue

The festivities were over. The townspeople had left, Elsa had cleaned up the ice from the courtyard and all of Arendelle was quiet. Everyone slept peacefully. Everyone, that is, except Anna.

Anna sat on her bed, her knees to her chest. Memories of the past few days flashed through her mind. Getting struck by Elsas powers, betrayed by her first love and freezing solid had all taken a toll on her. But the part of the story that affected her most she told no-one. The part where, as an ice sculpture, she could still hear and feel what was going on around her. She felt Hans's blade shatter against her frozen hand. She heard her sisters' pleas. She felt her sisters' tears drip on her. But she could not explain what she felt next. A warm feeling grew from within her. As it got hotter, she began to thaw, quickly thawing completely. But the heat within didn't subside. And even now, she still felt it. And this worried her. Was it an act of true love that thawed her, or something more...?

Anna shook her head. "Get a grip, girl!" she said to herself.

She needed to take her mind off her memories. And the best way she knew was with chocolate. The kitchen staff were all asleep, so she'd have to get it herself. Luckily, she had snuck down to the kitchen many times as a child, so she knew the route well. Down the hall, left at the rusty suit of armor, down the stairs, right at the white statue of a naked woman, (and what happened to her arms?) last door at the end of the hall. She quietly pulled the door open and ducked in. She knew the chocolate was kept in the ice room, so she went straight for it. Sure enough, there were 6 blocks of solid chocolate on the shelf. She cut a chunk off one and stuffed it in her mouth. Instantly a good feeling rushed through her body, and she swooned slightly in relief. Anna then carved off another chunk to take with her and closed the ice room door. She had only taken 5 steps into the kitchen when a plop sound stopped her in her tracks. She looked down at the floor, then her hands, and an icy chill of fear ran down her spine.

The chocolate had melted in her hand.