"... Always a nuisance!"

She turns to her side, letting her single braid become partly crushed by her shoulder.

"Listen, child! You have to go!"

Beads of sweat can now be seen on her forehead and her shoulders.

"... Not your sister! Take care of her!"

She turns, more violently this time and stops on her back. Her arms quickly curled around her stomach.

"RUN!"

She sees a man, underneath a towering Rathian, as it lets loose a ball of flame. The ball sailed straight through the air to where the man was standing. Against this, he wouldn't have stood a chance.

"AAAAHH!"

She wakes up, the sudden jolt causing her to freeze the sweat and tears that she had shed during the night and made her sit up straight on her sleeping-bag-like bed.

Getting up, she was likely to lose balance by the uneasy rocking of the boat. Being the Ice-Queen and freezing her feet to the floor made her dizzy little walk to the mirror very easy. She stood in front of it, looking at what might not be her. That dream she just had, it made her paranoid. Paranoid that it might have even changed her physically.

"Still me... still Elsa."

There was something she heard shuffle behind her. There, on a second bed next to her own, was another girl. She was about a year or two younger than her, but no less. Seemingly, she was sleeping.

The Ice-Queen was not one to be fooled so easily. Turning to this other girl, Elsa sighed.

"I know you're awake Anna."

The girl on the bed rose up, revealing two messed up braids attached to a laughable amount of bed hair. Even though she's the one usually poised and regal, Elsa had to cover her mouth, failing miserably to conceal her amusement. Meanwhile, Anna was patting her head in order to do what she can to fix whatever she could of her hair. She gave up in a matter of seconds and looked at the other girl.

"Too fabulous for you, am I?"

Anna swished her head from side to side, stopping only when one of her disheveled braids hit her in the eye. Elsa let go of her mouth and folded her arms around her waist, laughing at the girl who was now rubbing a sore right eye. In between giggles, Elsa spoke to her.

"Absolutely, Anna. You're so fabulous, I can hardly contain myself."

Having finally stopped laughing, she put on a slightly concerned look and walked to the end of the bed Anna was sleeping in.

"Anna, why is it that you're up at this hour? Is it the rocking of the boat that's keeping you awake?"
"Well, I was going to ask you the same thing. I was awake a little while before you got up, I saw you toss and turn in your bed."
"Oh..."
"So? What was it?"
"What was what, Anna?"
"What did you dream about?"
"...It was about the time we had lost our father. Right before we ran and got away from the Rathian... he..."

Elsa looked down onto her lap, she had her hands clasped together on her thighs. Barely seen, Elsa's eyes had gone misty from the memory. She bit her lip and gave out a shaky sigh. Anna opened her mouth to comfort the older girl.

"Elsa..."
"Oh, right. Sorry, this subject... it isn't really appropriate right now considering how dark it is outside. It isn't appropriate for this trip we're taking either."

Anna hopped out of her covers and walked over, on her knees, to where Elsa was. Anna placed a reassuring hand on Elsa's shoulder.

"Hey, no... don't be like that. You're not as cool as you normally are when you put on this sad face of yours. I remember somebody once reassuring me when I was a little kid. That... sure, we're in a world where monsters are a part of this world as much as people are... it sounded scary to me as a kid. Real monsters Elsa. Around us... everywhere. But then, you said that you're there right by me, always. That was when I kinda knew we'd be kicking monster butt together."

Anna moved to be behind Elsa, placed her chin on the top of Elsa's head and wrapped her arms around her neck. She felt a weight being put on her left arm and saw that Elsa was laying her head on it.

Suddenly, an idea hit Anna. She used her right hand to grab Elsa's own.

"Sleep with me tonight."
"Anna?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"But..."
"But nothing. I'm doing both of us a favor here."

She plopped backwards landing her head perfectly on the pillow and moved to the edge of the bed, allowing enough space for one more person to join her. In this case, it was Elsa. Anna pulled down the covers, gesturing for the other girl to come.

As dark as it might have been, the many broken slivers of moonlight was enough to give a little portion of their bedroom on the ship. It showed the sparkling, snowflake-patterned, crystal-like ice adorning Elsa's bed like a headboard, most of Anna's unruly but "fabulous" hair, the glint and shine of the mirror... and especially the not-so-subtle smirk that donned Anna's face accompanied by a pair of rapidly rising and lowering eyebrows.

Elsa just rolled her eyes. In the end, she stood up and decided to play a little. Putting on a little facade, she had the face that showed absolutely no emotion coming from it. With this face, she walked slowly to her own bed, not looking at Anna once.

She separated the sheets that were stuck together with ice and feigned getting in. After a second, she felt a tugging on her sleeping gown and she raised a brow. Behind her was Anna wearing a pout on her face. Her pouty-face.

Her irresistibly adorable pouty-face.

Yet, even with this swaying her, Elsa did not let go of her little charade. Anna commenced stage two of getting-what-she-wants, the whining.

"Nooooo... don't do this to meeee..."

They both stare at each other, a light-blue pair of eyes affixed to an even lighter blue pair of eyes.

"Elsa."
"Anna."

Anna was the first one to get talking... though it was more whining than talking.

"Here. Now. Come oooon... pleeeeaaaase..."

Then, she just went ahead and say what she wanted to about why she wanted Elsa to sleep with her that night.

"Your nightmares... they scared me tonight. I know I'm not a nightmare-repel... thing, but I remember that you never used to have nightmares when I slept in the same place as you. That nightmare about our dad... he found us, fed us, sheltered us and raised us both as his own. He even taught us how to fight. He 'found' us... well, I was 'found' after he 'found' you. He's not my real dad... you're not even..."

She stopped that sentence so that she wouldn't bring the mood down.

"But we still count ourselves as sisters, you're the closest thing I've had ever... I'm not letting you have nightmares by yourself."

Finally, Elsa's little act broke, and she smiled at the pouted Anna.

She joined her in her bed. Immediately, Anna went for hugs. It was accepted.

Elsa's never seen Anna act so forward about fears. She'd always be smiling and never got too personal. What she would say to her now would definitely be a memory to keep. With a sincere smile, Elsa spoke.

"Anna, I... Um... I didn't know... Um... I didn't know you were this much of a baby."
"Shut up Elsa."