CHAPTER 1: LAST FIRE

Anna plopped down at her desk, wondering where to get started on her French homework from Professor Bloomsflop. What kind of name is that? she wondered randomly. Shaking herself out of wandering thoughts, she began to read her papers, and just after reading one sentence, she got up, saying, "Alright, that's enough French for today. Au revour!" Turning on her heel abruptly, she was nearly frightened by the sight of her sister, Elsa. "Elsa! Whoa, don't do that. Yeesh, I nearly wet myself. Think I need to sit down."

"Be my guest, because this news will pass you out." warned Elsa. As soon as Anna had sat down, she looked up at hCHAPTERer sister, eyebrow raised.

"Wait, what?" She demanded defensively.

"Calm down, it's just..." Elsa sighed heavily. "I don't want it as much as you, but I can"t always be in charge, okay? Just don't freak out. Okay?"

"Why would I freak out? I mean, to say I've freaked out in my entire life would be an insult to my entire bloodline, reputation and self-esteem-"

"You're getting married." Elsa interrupted. Anna stopped, and the whole world started spinning.

"M-m-married?" Asked Anna. She could hardly see anything as memories of her ex fiancé came to mind. She saw his face flash before her eyes, the sound of his proposal hiding behind her eardrum, and the feeling of his fake arms around her enveloped her skin, and shivers crept up her back as she heard him announce his plan to kill her sister. To go through that again? Pfft... When hell freezes over. "To whom, may I ask?" Anger welled up inside of her as Elsa drawed breath.

Anna immediately got the feeling she would not like the answer. Elsa's eye twitched as her soft, squeaky voice tried to reply. "Hans Westergard."

As soon as the name slipped from Elsa's stiff, pursed lips, Anna stood up and tossed the table over, shrieking, "WHAT?!" Papers, books, ink and quills poured over the study room as Anna's rage was unleashed. Chairs fell with a clang! Books hit the carpet with a, SHRUMPH! Dust flew around, as if Anna's anger enabled the room to become fogged and filled with disaster, and as Anna flipped desks over, cursing Hans' name and soul, a lantern tipped over and a fire began near Anna's toxic royal ink. Elsa saw it just I time and shot ice at it as Anna fell over and her hair touched the fire.

Anna's eyes fluttered to sleep just as Elsa flew at Anna's side, screaming her name.

Elsa couldn't stand to wait at her sister's side forever, unsure if their fate and heart pounding hopelessly, tears streaming down her face and prayers being repeated within her head.

Don't be dead, Anna, please don't be dead... She thought hopelessly. It was a lost case, and Anna was dead, once again because of her, and Hans. Elsa promised herself that she would avenge her sister, and if that meant using her power for evil, so be it, then.

Then, as all hope was lost, Anna's eyes opened suddenly, as if waking up from a nightmare. "Ugh," said Anna. "My insides feel like a volcano."

Elsa almost shrieked for joy, but instead slapped a hand over her mouth. Elsa did not fling her arms around Anna's neck, because she knew she must still be painful. "Anna! I thought you were dead!" Elsa squealed. Anna eyed Elsa strangely.

"Why?" she asked. "I was just sleeping."

"Well, you weren't breathing," said Elsa, "and this isn't your first near-death experience, either."

Elsa eyed Anna accusingly and Anna shrugged. "Can you speak when you're asleep, Elsa?"m

"No," agreed Elsa. Anna nodded slowly, lifting her feet onto the ground.

"Then, your majesty, have lower expectations for your own sister." she replied, rolling her eyes. Elsa gave a small laugh. Anna smiled again.

"Yep, you're still 10." Elsa teased. Anna slapped Elsa's arm playfully. Elsa gave a gasp as if it was excruciating pain to have been softly slapped. Anna noticed that water dribbled down Elsa's arm on the spot she had touched. Anna held her hands back from trying to comfort Elsa's pain.

"I am so sorry, Elsa, I have no idea-" Anna fiddled for words, but it was like trying to shoot an eagle in a lightning storm. Why the eagle was out there in the first place... "What does it feel like? Should I call Dr Esther?" Anna was terrified. How had she hurt Elsa in the first place? Was it a coincidence, or had she done it subconsciously?

"It's bearable, but it's like no physical pain I've ever felt...inexplainable." Elsa rubbed her sore arm and gasped as her ice healed it. "I didn't know I could do that!"

"Me either," agreed Anna. "We should see the trolls and see what this is all about."

At this, Elsa was hesitant. "The trolls?" she asked to make sure. She gave a fake laugh. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Anna raised her eyebrows.

"Because...?"

Anna continued to stand there with her sardonic, innocent face, who did not understand Elsa's troubles.

"Anna, last time I was there it lead to me shutting you out." said Elsa. "I don't feel comfortable with going back there a second time in a lifetime, family of Kristoff's or not."

"Well, Elsa, last time I was there they saved my life." replied Anna. "And there's a slight chance they could save it again."

"Your life?" said Elsa. "I do believe it was I who was punished with excruciating pain for no reason at all."

As if on cue, Anna fell to the ground abruptly, screaming as if someone was hitting her back with a plow. Elsa looked fearfully at her sister's tearful face, and fell to her side, trying to soothe the pain. Nothing seemed to be working. Elsa touched Anna's arm and tried to cool her down. Despite the burning sensation on her arm, Elsa continued to try singing a song she somehow knew in Norwegian.

"STOP!" screeched Anna. Elsa brought her hand back in fright. "YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE!" Elsa's eyes filled with pained tears. Then she did the one thing she knew would work: she shot ice at Anna's head, and Anna slowly passed out.

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Elsa carried her sister on a floating bed of ice toward the trolls, running as fast as she could in heels and long dress. She hoped she didn't get there too late.

"I have to help her," she muttered to herself breathlessly. "She would do the same for me."

Elsa saw the Valley of the Living Rock vaguely in the distance and ran even faster, the floating bed of ice following closely behind her. "PAPPIE TROLL!" Cried Elsa urgently. The rocks turned into their living form and Elsa moved the bed of ice with her sister atop of it forward, and said, "It was the only thing I could do! She was screaming and thrashing out of nowhere." Elsa would explain more later. "Now that she's older, is there a way you could just remove her magic and not the memories?" Elsa asked breathlessly.

Granpappie shook his head. "I'm afraid not, my Queen." he replied. "Now that she's older, I'm afraid I have to do much worse than removing memories of magic and the magic itself."

Elsa almost fainted. Although she already knew, she asked, "What?"

"We'll have to remove all memories."