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Hot And Cold Aren't Antonyms

Anna was a generally happy person. She was optimistic and cheerful, always ready to look on the bright side of everything. Well, almost everything. There was one constant source of sadness in her life: Her sister, Elsa.

Anna's fondest memories were of the two of them playing together. They were seven years apart, but Elsa never treated Anna like a baby. Instead, she included Anna in every aspect of her life, no matter how it might inconvenience her. The two weren't just sisters, they were best friends. Inseparable. Sometimes actually physically inseparable. Elsa loved to hold Anna, and when she got too big to be held anymore, she gave her constant hugs instead. Anna loved Elsa's hugs, they were the best.

All of that stopped when Anna was seven and Elsa fourteen. Anna remembered the day clearly when everything changed. Elsa was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when Anna snuck up and threw herself onto her sister, as she had done many, many times in the past, burying her face into Elsa's chest. But this time, rather than laughing and squeezing her back as she usually did, a frequent lead-in to a tickle fight (which Elsa always won, Anna was much more ticklish), Elsa threw sister off of her roughly, stood up, a wild look in her eye, and ran from the room, shutting herself into her own room.

To this very day, Anna had no idea what she did wrong. All she knew is that her sister, her favorite person in the world, now hated her for some reason. Elsa never voluntarily talked to her again. If Anna tried to touch her, she jerked away violently.

Anna had been vaguely aware that Elsa was a private person. People called her a 'recluse' and an 'introvert', but none of that had any bearing on their relationship, so it was a side of Elsa that Anna herself had never witnessed before. Now she got to see her sister as others did, an Ice Queen of the highest order, not deigning to speak to the rest of humanity unless it was absolutely necessary. The pain this caused Anna was almost unimaginable. The person she looked up to most in the world, the person she loved most in the world, had no use for her. Night after night she cried herself to sleep, trying to figure out what she had done wrong, trying to think of a way to fix it.

Four years this continued. On the very day of Elsa's eighteenth birthday, she moved out of the house. Their parents put up very little protest. She had been shutting them out as well, and they had long since given up on her, unlike Anna. As far as they were concerned, they had lived the last four years with one daughter, and one ghost taking up space in the house. Their mother did sympathize with Anna's pain however, frequently comforting her as she cried over her sister, which only caused a greater rift between Elsa and her mother. Her advice to Anna was always the same. Forget about the person shutting you out, like I have. Ignore her like she ignores you. Don't care so much about her when she obviously cares so little for you. Sometimes, Anna wished she could follow that advice, but she found herself completely unable to. No matter how much it hurt, she would always care for Elsa.

With Elsa out of the house, Anna was able to more or less move on with her life, the pain fading to the back of her mind. She was still the happy, cheerful person she had always been, after all. She made lots of friends and filled her days with activities of all kinds throughout Jr. High and High School. Life was good, despite the faint longing that never quite went away.

Anna's grades were good. Very good. Not as good as Elsa's had been, but she was top ten in her school on a consistent basis. As she approached the end of her Senior year, she applied to various colleges, including UCLA, though she had very little hope of being accepted there.

When the acceptance letter came, she almost didn't know what to do. It was by far the best school that had accepted her, but moving to Los Angeles? She was a small town girl, and very, very apprehensive about leaving her parents and all her friends behind to live in such a huge city. She had many talks with her parents about her plans, sharing her fears with them, which they understood. They tried to encourage her while at the same time leaving all the decision-making in her hands, but after many discussions, she still hadn't reached a conclusion. She was leaning towards just going to a smaller local college where she would have the comfort of friends and family around her, until the day she walked into the kitchen to find her mother in conversation with someone on the phone. Her mother didn't notice her, and she was able to hear half of the conversation.

"No, you need to do this! Because I said so, that's why! When have I ever asked you for anything before? No, I know you don't ask me for anything either, but **** it, you owe me! You owe her! You have no idea how much suffering you've caused that child, this is the very least you could do to make up for some of it! OF COURSE I BLAME YOU, WHO ELSE IS THERE?!"

Anna ran out of the room at this, the phone call had just turned into a shouting match, something she just couldn't handle. She wondered who her mom had been talking to and what they'd been talking about that had gotten her usually calm mother so riled up and bent out of shape.

Later that night, while she was sitting on her bed reading, her mother walked into her room and sat next to her, giving her a hug. "Good news sweetie. If you still want to go to UCLA, I found someone you know that you can live with. She lives just off campus, within walking distance."

"Someone I know?" Anna asked, puzzled. She was pretty sure she didn't know anyone living in LA. "Who?"

"Elsa."

A/N: I'm terrible. Terrible. I've got freaking SIX ongoing stories, none of which I am updating at a decent pace...and I add another. TERRIBLE! But I'm sure all you Frozen fans don't care about that, you just care that there's another Frozen fic out there now. Well, here's to hoping I can manage some proper updates in the weeks ahead.