Chapter 1 *Anna's POV*
I knew something was wrong when I skipped through the door. My brother, Erik wasn't sitting on the couch watching television, this was his routine since middle school.
"Erik?" I called, "Where are you?" No reply came. I walked up the stairs passed the kitchen to the upstairs, where my bedroom, Erik's room, and our shared bathroom were. The bathroom door was closed, and I could see the light on from underneath the door. "Erik?" I questioned, "Are you in there?" No response came through the white door. 'Must just want some privacy,' I thought, and walked into my room.
My door, which I locked ever morning to keep our dog, Olaf, from shedding his hair on my bed, was open. My closet door was opened as well, and a variety of my clothes were spread out on my bed. Although from looking at the state of my room, you couldn't tell anything was out of the ordinary. 'Erik must've needed something,' I thought. 'I'll just ask him when he leaves the bathroom.'
Erik didn't retreat from the bathroom, until mom and dad got home. I wanted to question him, and ask if he needed anything from me, but our mother called for dinner, and I didn't wasn't to embarrass him in front of our parents. Our dinner was a standard fare, just gentle table talk and filling in on the weekly affairs. It was after dinner, and I decided to finally ask my brother if he had gotten into my room. So I hopped up the stairs and walked to the first door on left.
"Erik?" I said coming through the door, "Did you get into my…What!?" My brother was at his desk, and on his computer screen was the website with pictures of women and rainbows.
"Shit!" He squeaked and hastily closed the window, "Anna, it's not what it looks like." I barely got a look at the webpage, but the title above it read, Tips for Coming Out as Trans*. I was in shock, and couldn't move. My brother, dashed behind me to close his door, and then guided me to his bed, as he sat nearby at his desk. "Anna?" He asked, trying to look into my stunned eyes, "Hey, can you hear me?"
I then shook the stun away from me, looked back into my brother's eyes, and nodded my head slowly. I focused my eyes on his platinum blond hair, something I was and still am jealous about, and waited for him to continue.
"Anna," He said quietly, "I've got something to tell you, and it may hurt." I already knew what he was going to say, but that didn't make it any easier to hear. "I'm Transgender," my brother stated, as if it were painful to utter those words. My focus fell from his hair, down to the deep blue eyes, which pleaded to me, yet the hesitation and fear were ever present in them. I immediately knew, that beyond a doubt, I had to support him or her. I had to help, but I didn't know how.
"OK…." I stuttered out, "What…can I do?" The pleading of my brother's eyes fled immediately after my question, but the hesitation and fear were still there. "Are you like a girl?" I asked curiously, "like explain it to me, I don't quite understand what being transgender is?"
"It's like I was born into a boy's body, but I have a girl's brain," He stated hesitantly, "and I don't identify with the sex I was assigned at birth." "Do you still love me?" my brother asked, with fear filled stormy eyes. I didn't know what else to say, what else could I do?
"Of course," I stated firmly, "I may not understand, but I'm your best friend and I want to help you as much as I can."
"Thank you, thank you so much," Erik stated, "and I wanted to tell you, that I found a name."
"Yeah," I questioned, "What is it?"
"Elsa"
I soon found myself in a life, with no longer a brother named Erik, but a sister named Elsa. And damned if I wasn't going to love Elsa as much as I did Erik.