A shrill noise escaped Anna Andersen as she fell onto the ground and from consciousness, after which she rolled into her sister's arms. Elsa was horrified, uncertain of what she was to do with the five-year-old's body; it was the first time she could actually feel cold. "M-mama! Papa!" Cold, like a corpse. "Don't worry, Anna, I got you."
"Elsa, what have you done?"
Mrs. Andersen knelt on the icy floor, on which snow was unevenly scattered, now only slightly resembling the objects they'd been formed into. The petite brunette was awestruck; not even her, one of the best witches of her era, had at her daughter's age the limited but still remarkable control that she had.
"This is getting out of hand!"
And yet, of course, they did not know this yet.
"It was an accident!"
"You heard him, Alexander. She didn't mean any of this."
"Of course, she didn't. She never does."
"Alexander!"
"I can't keep on pretending that I don't know."
"Not now."
"Then when?"
"Mama? Papa?" Elsa shakily stood up and bravely faced her bickering parents. "I want to know what you're talking about."
THREE YEARS LATER
Elsa's eleventh birthday
The day began with Elsa coming out of her room for the first time in (what felt like) forever.
"Elsa!"
She locked her in a tight hug, to which the blonde smiled.
Anna had never seen a more beautiful smile, or given another.
"Let's play! Let's build a snowman! Let's ride bikes!"
"Elsa, let's go."
Her face fell. "Where are you both going?"
"You can't come, Anna."
"Mum, you can't leave me. Elsa, you can't leave me either. You can't leave." Trying to block the door, she said, "You can't leave me just like that! I've been waiting for this all my life! You can't leave me now!"
"I'm sorry, Anna. You'll understand someday."
On Anna's eleventh birthday, an owl swooped in to enlighten her.
Rewritten because it was weak, with mortifying typographical errors. Now I'll be expecting more reviewing. Do it.
-Luna Lovegood S.