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Chapter 1

In the days following the Great Thaw, it was like a strange new world had opened up for Anna.

Elsa was in her life again. Elsa was in her life after all these years. It was wonderful… and yet bewildering. What were Elsa's likes and dislikes? What was she like as a person? Anna had caught a glimpse of her sister at the coronation ball, but there was still so much about her sister that she did not know. Years upon years of her sister's life – years they could have spent connecting – had been taken from them by their parents' judgement.

Anna wanted to know as much about her sister as she could. She wanted to get to know her as she had never been able to before. So she talked and talked with Elsa as much as she could. And Elsa graciously answered, with all the dignity of a queen. Yet, to Anna's confusion, her sister still seemed shut-off to her… distant and reserved.

Anna knew, of course, that it was natural for Elsa to be anxious around people, especially her sister. She had nearly killed Anna – and fear had been so ingrained in Elsa for so long… Anna knew it would be a while before Elsa recovered from that.

Still, Anna wanted to find a way to connect with her sister, find a way to reach out to her. So, one day, when Elsa was tied up signing royal documents of state, Anna went into Elsa's bedroom. It was strange, going through the door that had so long been shut to her, but Anna walked through. She looked at this unique world of her sister's – so alike and yet unlike her own. Elsa had found ways of having fun, it seemed, even in her loneliness. Anna had done the same. That was one thing they had in common! But Anna had always been lonely in the great empty halls of the castle, and here now it really hit home to Anna that her sister had been confined, trapped in… such a small place. It deeply saddened Anna. She slid her hands over the chairs within the room, across the soft bed and the books on the bookshelves.

Then, tucked away on one shelf, she saw a small book – not richly bound like a work in the palace library, but more makeshift. Anna plucked it gently from the shelf (it was delicate) and saw that it was a journal. But it was not a child's journal, the handwriting within was far too elegant for that. Nervously, Anna skimmed the first page and her heart sank.

Elsa had begun to write this after their mother and father died! On the first page, Elsa poured forth her anguish about not being able to go to their funeral!

Her words were so lamentable!

I write this now because I have no one to talk to, no one to communicate with. Mama and Papa are gone now. My only link to the outside world, to other human souls, is gone. I have no one to vent my grief to, and so I must write within these pages.

It broke Anna's heart. She knew these were her sister's private thoughts, but Anna felt such an intense empathy for her beloved sister that she felt the need to read more. She needed to understand Elsa's suffering and loneliness alongside her own.

And so Anna read, taking in the heartfelt and melancholy account.

But then, strange things began to crop up, curious turns of phrase. The text began to go in a distinctly different direction than Anna was anticipating.

I dreamt of Anna again tonight. Oh, God forgive me! Mama, papa, please forgive me.

I see Anna outside my window every day. I wish I could kiss her – no! That's wrong, horribly wrong. I truly am a monster.

These dreams keep torturing me. Even in daylight hours, I can't help but think about Anna's breasts. I want to touch them, kiss them, suckle on them.

Anna's back must be so smooth.

Her butt must be so cute. No! I have to fight these horrible, lustful impulses. They're like the curse inside of me.

I gave in last night and touched myself while thinking of her. I hate myself for saying this, but it felt so good.

Anna's eyes were round as saucers. With great haste, she stashed the journal back into its hiding place and bolted from the room.