I do not own any of the characters or settings in Disney's Frozen. This is merely a fanfic. Insert more legal stuff here.

In case you guys haven't seen my past 3 fanfics, you should know that I've decided to add a little musical bit to the first chapter, so you can read along to the music, as if it were the opening credits of a movie. I choose the songs I feel perfectly reflect the mood in the first chapter, and it feels cool to read this and listen at the same time.

So here it is, the Opening Song for The Frozen Heart: Part 3. It's a guitar cover of "Let it Go" by Sungha Jung, and it's perfect for the "new day" mood in Arendelle. I hope you like it!

(You have to type ' /' by yourself, FanFiction won't let me post the whole link. C'est la vie.)

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Disney's Frozen: The Frozen Heart

Part Three

Chapter 1

Elsa

"Just for one night, come on Anna!" Elsa begged.

"Elsa, I'm no childcare expert. I can barely keep track of Kristoff!" her Sister said, working on her second braid. It was morning time, so the sounds of the hustle and bustle of the town, and the birds singing could be heard outside.

"You're not scared are you?" Elsa teased. Anna rolled her eyes, and smiled.

"Nope, just busy."

"Busy? With what?" Elsa asked.

"You know. Princess stuff. You wouldn't understand." Anna scoffed, jokingly.

"Oh, I wouldn't understand?" Elsa laughed. Elsa paced behind her sister, who sat at a vanity on the wall. Anna's eyes followed Elsa back and forth as she applied perfume. The Queen picked up one of Anna's brushes and examined it in her hand. This had been their Mother's brush. Green with little seashells dotting the handle.

"Just one night." Elsa said quickly, putting the brush down.

"Fine. You owe me!" Anna agreed.

The girls shook hands, and Elsa collapsed into chair in the opposite corner of the room, sighing. Elsa was tired. Not just from giving birth two small weeks ago, but from taking care of her Queenly duties. Sign this one day, meet him the other, talk to this guy one day, and try not to upset this guy the next. But, Elsa's favorite part of her ruling was her address to the Kingdom that she did three times a week. There, any Villager that needed anything would come to the throne room, and ask for it. Usually it was an extra days worth of food, or a small argument that was resolved relatively easily. Sometimes it was a land war, where Farmers from the outskirts of the Kingdom disagreed on whose land was whose. Elsa and Stian usually just agreed to split it evenly between the two Farmers, but a month ago a fight had broken out. Neither one of the Farmers got the land, and it was instead made into a garden where both of their families could go to relax. Everybody thought it was a great idea.

Elsa rubbed her temples. She should have treasured sleep when she was single.

"This Queen stuff is doing a number on you, huh?" Anna asked, eyes still fixed on the mirror.

"More or less. That neighboring Kingdom- uh... What was it called?" Elsa scratched her head.

"Bergan?" Anna suggested.

"No, the other one."

"Briarvale."

"That's it." Elsa snappeed. "Briarvale keeps sending these 'notices.' They say that I need to denounce my powers as dangerous, and that I will never use them again." Elsa said, staring at her hands.

"What? Elsa, that's crazy. That's what makes you unique!" Anna said.

"You're forgetting."

"Well, one of two unique people." Anna corrected herself.

"Speaking of these unique people, where are Stian and Kristoff?" Elsa asked.

"Oh, they went out on one of those hunting expeditions. You know how it is, testosterone and all."

"Stian never really liked hunting. Come to think of it, neither did Kristoff. They love animals." Elsa realized.

"Where else could they be?" Anna asked her sister, finally turning to face her. Elsa thought for a while, before she heard walking in the hallway. There was a knock on Anna's bedroom door.

"Come in." the Sisters said together. A short, stout little woman entered. Stian's Mother.

"Sorry Your Majesty-"

"Just Elsa."

"Oh, right!" she smiled. "Sorry Elsa, but the Little One has just awoken." the Woman said. Elsa's eyes lit up. She walked quickly to the west wing of the Castle, and entered her bedroom, with Anna close in tow. Elsa peeked into a tiny bassinet on the side of the bed. There, squirming in her blankets, was Neiva. Elsa smiled, and lifted her up from her bed.

"Hello." Elsa said, holding her daughter up to meet her face to face. "Good morning." she smiled.

The baby's deep blue eyes moved about the room taking everything in. Her short, platinum blonde hair stuck to her head, like the hair of newborn baby's often did. Neiva wasn't crying, but Elsa was fine with that. She'd woken up twice the night before, once because she was hungry, once because she felt like crying. Elsa fed her and Stian walked her through the halls before she finally fell back asleep. Elsa held Neiva close to her chest, and turned to face Anna.

"So, what's first today?" she asked.

"Well, you address the Village in one hour. Your schedule is then clear until after lunch. Then you have to meet with the Ambassador from the Southern Isles." Anna read off a note Stian's Mother had given her.

"The Southern Isles? What do they want?" Elsa asked.

"It's Hans' oldest brother. I've met him, he's nice."

"So was Hans." Elsa reminded her Sister.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, he actually came to discuss further measures with Hans. He was imprisoned for the months after the Incident before he got loose. They still don't know how he did it, but he's in custody again. He wanted both of our opinions on what they should do with him." Anna explained.

"Well, they better be ready for some harsh judgement, yeah?" Elsa asked, nudging Anna. Anna grinned.

"Yeah."

Elsa looked out the window into the Village like she often did. Children ran amok, and Peddlers and Merchants sold their wares. Elsa looked down to her dresser. She opened the drawer on the very bottom. She took an object that was wrapped in old blue cloth in her free hand. She lay her daughter down on the bed, facing up. Elsa carefully unwrapped the object. She produced a small toy sled. It's green wooden was old, but still in good condition. It had small blue and red accents and designs around it, and a small leather bound seat. Elsa held it tenderly in her hands. She held it above her daughter.

"You see? Your Father gave this to me a long time ago, before he moved. It's the only thing I had to remember him by. But now he's back. And he'll never leave us alone. Right Neiva?" Elsa asked. The baby cooed, and held her small arms up to the sled. Elsa wrapped it again, and put it back into the bottom drawer of her dresser. She lifted her child back up.

"Shall we?" Anna asked.

The two Sisters, one with child wrapped in her arms, walked side by side down to the kitchen, where they always ate breakfast together. That's the way it was always going to be. The two Sisters of Arendelle. Not shutting each other out, not ignoring each other, not hiding anything. They were inseparable.

For the first time in forever, they were truly Sisters.