My first story! Hopefully you guys will like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen or any of its characters.
The day Elsa had to move out of Anna's bedroom was a lot to take in for Anna. When she discovered that Elsa won't be sleeping with her, she started to break down. And she cried harder when she realized Elsa wasn't crying or protesting about the move. Her parents comforted Anna everyday, telling her that Elsa needed time to herself. But Anna secretly thought that maybe Elsa was sick of her? Was that it? Or maybe Anna was too annoying?
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" Anna would knock on Elsa's door, her voice bright and hopeful. But there was no answer.
"Come on, let's go and play!" Anna tried again. Although silence is her answer, Anna kept on singing. Before Elsa ignored her, they always sang together with songs they always made up, and this was one of them. So Anna continued singing, hoping it would bring sense into Elsa and open the door.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" Anna tried to catch her breath, then she reached up to the keyhole and pressed her tiny lips there. "It doesn't have to be a snowman."
The child heard shuffles, and it sounded like Elsa was about to open the door and―
"Go away, Anna."
Those words struck Anna's heart like a needle. She wanted to cry, but she just bowed her head sadly and started walking away, "Okay, bye."
Quickly the child shuffled to her room and bounded on her bed, bored and disappointed. It was hours that Anna stayed like that, her face staring at the ceiling with blank expression. What did she do wrong? Did Elsa hear what Anna was asking for?
Wait, maybe Elsa do find Anna annoying. Her childish voice can be pretty off . . .
If there was only another way she could communicate without using her voice. She could try to find out what was wrong. And before she knew it, she and Elsa will be singing songs again! And building snowmen like old times!
Yes! What a perfect idea!
Anna sat up and went to her drawer to find a piece of paper and a pencil. She rested on the ground, tapping her chin with the pencil thoughtfully. Finally, she pressed down her pencil and started drawing people on the paper, her lines crooked and uneven. Honestly, she doesn't know how to write complete sentences without Elsa teaching her, and it takes a long time to get the hang of it. Often Anna would stall or delay while Elsa tries to teach her. After all she was still four, and this is how she could communicate with her older sister. She knew how to write some words, but overall she doesn't know how to write. So drawing pictures was her only option besides writing or singing.
When the message was finished, Anna giggled as she ran down the hallway to her sister's room. She stopped abruptly and bent down slowly so she could see what was going on through the bottom of the bedroom door. Carefully she slipped her message through. She stood up and stepped back, waiting for the door to open or see a note slip through the bottom of the door.
Sadly, Anna received none.
No matter how much she waited.
"Elsa?" Anna got onto her knees and pressed her face against the carpet floor. "Come out and let's go play! I never see you anymore, so come out the door."
No response came. Maybe Elsa doesn't understand her picture . . .
"That's Olaf in the picture," Anna explained, her face still flat against the ground. "And there's you and me playing."
Still, silence came in as her only answer. But she wasn't giving up on Elsa. "Come out and play with me! It's like you've gone away. Wanna build a snowman?"
Finally, Elsa answered, her voice was hard and cold. "Go away."
Disappointed, Anna walked back to her room again and rested herself against the side of the bed. Maybe Elsa doesn't understand her drawing . . . ? There's always next time. And next time, Anna will surely know how to write.
A piece of paper was laid out neatly on the mattress, and Elsa hugged herself as she stared at the doodle for ages. There were three figures on the doodle. She could barely make out two kids on either side, but she knew the middle one was a snowman. The one she and Anna grew to love: Olaf. It was a plain, kindergarten drawing. On the bottom was the word snowman, but Anna misspelled that wrong, leaving out the W.
Of course Elsa knew that Anna doesn't know how to write, and she knew that Anna tried to communicate with her by drawing her a picture. The one she always desired.
Build Anna a snowman! The doodle seemed haunting.
She glanced at the bedroom door sadly. She could see her sister's shadow leaking through the bottom of the door, as if she's waiting for her answer.
Limit the contact from people, her father would always say. Including your own sister.
"I'm sorry, Anna," Elsa whispered as she curled into a ball on her bed, rejecting the doodle. Back in Anna's bedroom, the small child stared at the ceiling on top of her bed, a small hobby she was starting to grow attached to. She could do nothing but stare at the ceiling all day.
"What happened to us, Elsa?" Anna whispered in confusion.
End of first chapter! Please review and tell me what you think. Good? Horrible? Stinking confusing? You know, the more the reviews, the faster I'll update. Basically that's probably what every writer thinks. So please review! And also, it would be nice if you point out any errors.