Hey sorry i had to delete this story and put it back up because it wasn't really showing up for some reason! but it's back :)

thanks to my wonderful two reviewers whose reviews had to be deleted when I reposted this story! I'm sorry I had to do it but it wasn't showing up for some people :(

I have no idea what I'm doing. But I wanted to throw this out there and see if I got any response.

I actually really enjoyed writing this!

Sorry the writing's a little rough around the edges, I wanted to get it onto paper before inspiration left.

Don't worry. I will keep working on Into the Snow, I am by no means abandoning it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen

Please let me know if I should keep going! Leave a review! :)

Elsa Winters stared at her new room without any sign of emotion on her small pale face. It was not her first foster home and she doubted it would be her last. At eight years old, she had been in the system for a little under a year.

The social worker, Cindy- Elsa was pretty sure her name was Cindy- was in the other room talking to the foster parents.

"She's pretty easy, she doesn't talk much, but she doesn't cause any problems..." she heard her say.

Elsa put down her small suitcase of belongings sat down on the bed. The room was tiny, the one bed took up most of the space.

But the walls were light blue and Elsa liked blue. And there was a big window on the east wall. And Elsa liked windows too.

There was a knock on the door and Cindy's slightly round form entered. Elsa briefly looked at her with her huge blue eyes then dropped her gaze.

"Alright Elsa, I have to go now. You be a good girl and I'll be back to check on you later!"

Cindy didn't wait for a response from Elsa, knowing that wouldn't get one.

The social worker left and the small platinum blonde sat on the bed silently.

Her new foster parents- was it Jill and Scott?- didn't come to say hello but she didn't expect them to. She had known the moment she walked into the house that they didn't really want her from the way their smiles had spread stiffly across their faces in obvious faked happiness.

"Hello!"

Elsa nearly fell off the bed.

A small girl had crawled out from underneath the bed. Her red hair was in two short very very crooked messy pigtails. She wore a stained green dress with brown leggings underneath,which had a huge hole at the right knee.

"I'm Anna!" the girl chirped, giving Elsa a big smile which showed off a missing front tooth.

Elsa just stared at the little girl, her blue eyes huge.

"I'm six years old, how old are you?" Anna was almost bouncing up and down. She seemed unable to stand still.

"I'm eight."

"What's your name?" Anna wanted to know.

"Elsa."

"That's a pretty name!" Anna approved.

Suddenly, much to her shock, Elsa found herself being hugged by the tiny little girl.

"I'm so excited you're here! Now I'll have someone to play with! We'll be like sisters!"

"I didn't know there was another kid at this home," Elsa managed to find her voice.

Anna released Elsa from her hug,blinking her large blue green eyes. "Well, I get forgotten a lot."

The expression on the little girl's face was suddenly much older than it should be. Then the look was gone.

"Do you like your room?" Anna spun around, her dress billowing out.

"Yes... It's very nice." Elsa found herself becoming engaged despite herself. For some reason, she didn't want to disappoint Anna.

"It's my room! Or it was, but now it's yours. We even bought you a bed," Anna patted the light blue covers.

"You didn't have a bed before?"

"Uh-uh. But I heard Mommy and Daddy say that you need a bed if you're going to come live here. Daddy told Mommy they would get the money back from you being here." Anna climbed onto the bed and bounced slightly. "Beds are fun 'cause you can bounce on them."

Watching the small girl jump up and down, her messy pigtails bouncing and mouth open in a laugh, a smile spread across Elsa's face.

"Jump with me!" Anna begged, grabbing Elsa's arm.

"Oh no..." Elsa shook her head.

"Pleaseeeee," Anna pleaded. "Please please please Elsa?"

"No, I really..."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top and whipped cream and marshmallows and snowflakes?"

"Snowflakes?" Elsa cocked her head.

"Yep. Cause snowflakes are the most delicious things ever!" Anna accidentally bounced straight into Elsa and they banged heads.

"Whoops!" Anna giggled and rubbed her head.

"You're crazy," Elsa told the six-year-old, a smile growing on her face.

"Nope nope nope!" Anna got up and jumped on the bed again. "Come on Elsa, you gotta jump with me!"
"Or what?" Elsa raised her eyebrows playfully.

"Or... Uh... Or I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Anna couldn't think of what she was going to do and stopped bouncing, a confused look on her face. "You're mean!" she pouted.

Elsa laughed out loud, she couldn't help it. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't actually mean it. You're nice. You're the nicest person I know," Anna told Elsa. "Even though I just met you, I can tell you're nice. I like you."

"I like you too," Elsa told her. Because she felt like she had to. But also because she actually meant it.

"But you've got to jump with me," Anna ordered, taking Elsa's hand and looking at her pleadingly. "Please Elsa."

Elsa got up and jumped on the bed for the first time in her life.

Elsa turned in her bed, pushing the blanket back. She always preferred being cold over being hot.

The walls were thin and she was listening to a conversation between Anna and her mom.

"Mommy..."

"Quiet Anna."

"I'm sorry, I just dunno where to sleep." Anna's voice was small.

There was a long sigh.

"Maybe..."

"She can figure it out, Jill." Anna's dad's voice called out from a different room. "Come here, Jill darling."

"There are blankets on the couch." Jill told Anna before her footsteps headed to a different room.

Elsa turned onto her back, staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling. She wasn't going to get attached. This was just another foster home, just another stop on the ever stretching road. And judging how neglectful this house was, she wouldn't be here long. And Elsa couldn't care less. Jill and Scott wanted her for the government money, it was pretty clear.

She waited until all was silent, save the creaking and groaning of the house. And then she got up and crept out of her room. Anna was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her tiny frame.

"Anna?" Elsa whispered. Anna immediately sat up, clearly not asleep.

Elsa could see the faint shimmer of tears on her cheeks.

"Elsa?"

"Want to share the bed with me?"

As Elsa lay in bed with Anna snuggled up against her, she couldn't help but feel a sort of protective sense towards the six-year-old.

It was only the first night and somehow Anna had already wormed her way into her heart.

So much for not getting attached.

Just getting the basics down, of course there would need to be more character development and back stories!

I hope I didn't take things to fast, what do you think? Elsa is younger and I could see even if she's withdrawn how she'd feel sorry for Anna and want to help her despite her more private nature. Plus, that was something she developed as she got older anyways.

What do you think?

So what's the verdict? Should I keep going?