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A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction. I own nothing, or else I would be writing movie plots, not fanfiction.

Possible sleeping disorder/depression triggers.

Everything seems so different with the gates of Arendelle open.

It all seems like a dream.

Hazy, things moving by as blurs, time quickly passing. Every day, I wake up and eat breakfast alone, even though my sister had promised it wouldn't happen again on countless occasions. Elsa was just so busy. I mean, it's understandable. She's probably under a lot of pressure being the Queen of Arendelle and all. I just thought that over time things would get better.

They never did.

I tried talking to Kristoff about it. He never seemed to be paying attention though. He would just mumble things like "yeah or "okay" which isn't a lot of help. We dated for about a month after the whole Eternal Winter thing happened, but it didn't really work out. I didn't exactly like kissing a man that ate carrots covered in Sven's slobber. Ever since then, he's seemed distant. The whole thing just got awkward I guess.

I've tried making new friends. With the gates open, there are frequent dances and parties. Elsa never attends. I tried starting conversations with people, but they all seemed to find an excuse to shuffle away. I don't know what it is. Are they afraid of Elsa? Are they afraid of us? I guess it doesn't matter. None of those people are Elsa, so they probably aren't worth my time anyway.

Sometimes I feel sad that she ignores me, sometimes angry. Usually just hurt. She promised she wouldn't shut me out again. Now, she sits on the other side of that damned door all day, just like before. I know I should just ask her, or knock, or say hi like a normal person. After all these years though, how do I know the door will really open? And if it doesn't, could I handle that?

I just miss her.

It's like after everything we went through, we somehow ended up back where we started. It seems really unfair. But I think I have a plan to get her back.

"Hey Elsa!" I shout, knocking on the door to her study.

No response. I sigh heavily, feeling a lump forming in my throat. The door wasn't opening. I was ready to turn and retreat to my room when a sudden surge of anger burst through me. I reached my hand out and gripped the cold doorknob tightly, ready to enter the room, when I hear a soft gurgle come from within the study.

A snore?

I open the door to find my sister fast asleep in her chair, her head laying on her desk surrounded by massive piles of paperwork.

I walk up to her quietly, not wanting to wake her. I don't know why I bothered, considering my shouting and knocking didn't wake her. When I get a closer look at her face, I begin to understand why she hasn't been talking to me.

Tear stains cover her face, and next to her head is a bottle with the label "Chloral Hydrate" scribbled on it, clearly in the handwriting of the royal physician.

I feel dread wash over me, making my fingertips feel cold. I taste copper in my mouth as tears begin to sting my eyes, threatening to fall.

Oh sis, what have you done?