Welcome to my first ever Frozen fanfiction!

I have a full Frozen story that is written and ready to be uploaded. I should be putting it up sometime soon. Until then, I've decided to start this story to test the waters a little bit. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Fun fact: I saw Frozen about a month after it came out, before all the hype surrounding it had really picked up speed. I just went to Disneyworld, which has a bunch of Frozen stuff, so I had to write this and get it out of my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen.

I'll shut up now so that you can read the story.

Enjoy!

First letter: Elsa is twelve, Anna is nine.

November 12th, 1797

Dear Anna,

I've decided to start writing you letters. I have two reasons for this, the first being that there isn't a whole lot to do in this room all day. I mean, once my lessons are over I can read, write, or look out the window, so sometimes I get a little bored. I'm not complaining though-the view out my bedroom room is excellent. The second reason is more important, though. I want you to hear the story from my point of view. I want you to know why I can't build a snowman with you. I don't know if you'll ever read these letters or what you'll think of me when you do. What I do know is that this doesn't even begin to make up for the four years that have gone past since I've last talked to you, but I want to try. I think you deserve an explanation: I stay in my room all day to protect you…from myself.

In case you don't know by now, I have ice powers. I've had them since birth, and they enable me to summon ice and snow at will, even on the hottest of summer days. Remember all the fun times we used to have as little kids, building snowmen and ice skating? That was because of me. We weren't really outside at all. You used to wake me up in the middle of the night and I'd freeze the Great Ballroom so we could play in it. You loved that, so maybe that's why we kept doing it. You thought my powers were special, not dangerous. Around you I felt special, too…not like I was a freak. I have to thank you for that. It really helped, especially right after the accident when I hated my powers and everything about them.

Anyway, one night we invented a new game-I'd create giant mounds of snow for you to jump on to. You loved it and kept jumping higher and faster. I'm so sorry, Anna…I couldn't keep up. You were falling, so I tried to make another mound for you to land on. Unfortunately, I slipped on some of my ice and my shot went off course. Instead of creating a light, fluffy mound for you, I struck you in the head.

It was terrible. Mother and Father took you to see some trolls that live in the mountains. They helped you, but they had to modify your memory. That's why you don't remember that I have powers. I'm not supposed to tell you about them, and I'm not supposed to play with you anymore. What if something like that were to happen again? What if, this time, I froze your heart instead of your head?

Maybe things wouldn't be so bad if I could learn how to control my powers, but I can't-and they're only getting stronger. When I was little, it was only a few flakes at a time, but now…I think I could summon a small blizzard if I wanted to. It's scary…what if I do something I don't want to do? What if I hurt someone? Don't get me wrong, my powers are great. Sometimes, only once in a great while, I freeze my bedroom floor so I can go ice skating. I love ice skating, especially because I don't need skates. I'd love to teach you how to skate, Anna. I've seen you skating on the front lawn in the winter sometimes. Don't take this the wrong way, but there's room for improvement.

The ice isn't fun when I get worried or stressed, though. That's when it gets out of control and I lose it. Sometimes, I can't melt the snow I create. I don't want something like that to happen while I'm with you. I don't want to hurt you, or anyone else.

I like to watch the kingdom from my window a lot. Sometimes I see you, as you go into town or to a friend's house. I saw when that boy cut off the end of your braid yesterday. I got so mad that the floor of my room didn't thaw out for three hours. The maids weren't happy to have to mop up all that water. I would've helped, but they wouldn't let me. I guess they thought I'd done enough damage for one day. I hid in the library for a while after that. A word of advice, Anna: if you need to sort things out, go to the library. It's quiet and usually deserted, so it's a relaxing place to think. Not to mention that the shelves are stocked with all kinds of fascinating books! However, from what I've heard it seems like you prefer the company of people to books. That must be nice.

I'm getting off topic again. I still think that your hair looks nice even with the hair gone. Besides, it'll grow back. Hair always does.

When it snows, do you still like to go sledding down that big hill at the edge of town? I remember when we used to climb the hill and then sled all the way down Main Street. I've always wanted to do that again. Sometimes I go outside when it snows. I like to lie in a snowbank and try to spot snowmen in the clouds.

Speaking of which, I'm assuming you still like to build snowmen,right? Do you remember Olaf at all? You drew me a picture of him a couple years ago. It's a very childlike drawing-you'd hate it if you were to see it now. I love it, though. It's really cute. It hangs across the room from my bed so that I can see it first thing in the morning and right before I go to sleep at night.

Do you still have snowball fights with Father? Do you ever play with the village kids, or have they started staying away from you because you're royalty and they're not? That happened a little bit with me. I wish I could have stayed friends with them. Most of them were really nice, and it was nice to play with people who didn't know how...'special' I really was.

It's weird-most of what I know about you are what Mother and Father tell me. They keep me informed about you, which I'm grateful for. I like to know how you're doing and what you like. I'm going to ask if I can go into the market this year and buy you a birthday present myself. It'll be winter, so if I do accidentally create some snow, it'll be easily mistaken for some flurries. It would be nice to go to town again. That's not for months, though-there's still lots of time to prepare.

I think I will ask Father if I can give this to you, even though he'll probably say no. Our parents want to protect you just as much as I do. I think they sometimes worry that I'll hurt you, even though they'd never say so. I don't want to, and I certainly would never try to. I guess my powers are a blessing, but sometimes they seem more like a curse.

In conclusion, yes. I do want to build a snowman. I want to build one with you more than anything. But I can't because I want you to be safe. Does that make sense? I hope I did all right with this letter. I hope I didn't stray off topic too much. My writing tutor says that I tend to do that. Maybe that'll change as I get older.

Anyway, I love you. I hope you're having a great summer. Wave at me sometime when you're outside, will you? I'll see you, even if I don't wave back right away. And don't worry-I won't tell Mother that you stole her diamond broach and accidentally dropped it into the river. Even though I don't ever see you, I'll still keep your secrets.

Love,

Elsa

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