A/N: Hello, people! Thank you for checking out this fanfiction! First of all, I would like to say that this is a rewrite and continuation of Kiki Anderson's story The Young Princess Who Ran. I have taken over it. For those of you who read it and want more of it, read on right here. Well . . . you won't exactly get more of it until I finish posting the chapter rewrites, but you know what I mean. I'd just like to think Kiki for handing the reins of this story over to me. Make sure to read her stories. They are very good, especially if you are a huge fan of "Big Hero 6."

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Chapter One

Two Weeks

Two weeks. That was how long it had been since Elsa had last looked Anna in the eye. Two weeks since Elsa had last been seen smiling. A fortnight since the night that everything went wrong.

It felt like two years.

Two weeks after the day that she had almost killed her own sister, Elsa could be seen lying asleep in her bed. The sun wasn't up yet, but in just minutes, she would wake from her world of dreams — or rather, nightmares.

She'd welcomed the prospect of sleep at first. It was a way to escape the world in which she could no longer touch, play, or communicate with Anna, except for the occasional, "Go away, Anna" whenever her little sister asked to build a snowman. And then Elsa's sleep had become an enemy — one full of nightmares. Most, if not all, of them included Anna . . . and her near-freezing experience.

At least they were only nightmares.

Being awake was a different story. Elsa was conscious, able to think and move and talk. And hurt.

A scream split the dark. It cried out for Elsa's little sister in distress. Elsa was reliving the nightmare again.

A sweaty, pale-faced young girl with white-blond hair and wide blue eyes had shot up in her large bed. She was panting and looking around frantically, searching in vain for the sight of her sister, hair streaked with white, unconscious, unresponsive. But it wasn't there, and then Elsa realized that she had just been dreaming.

Nightmaring, more like.

Slowly, she calmed down, and the scared spark in her eyes faded. It was okay. Anna was okay.

But no. . . . She wasn't.

She would never be okay with Elsa as a sister.

But what could Elsa do? She had no power . . . she was only a weak, young, scared princess. . . .

She could continue with the "game" she'd kept up the past two weeks with Anna . . . ignoring her . . . keeping in her room, alone . . . away from her. . . .

But Elsa couldn't keep it up forever. She had to do something that lasted a long, long while. . . .

She would have to run away.

Elsa looked around her room. Her parents had commented that they were very relieved at the fact that they did not have to go to the "Southern Isles" for a trading trip, as the king of the place had just passed away and the kingdom was in no state to visit. The king and queen and queen of Arendelle had tried to hide it, but they did not think much of the other kingdom.

The boat, however, was still scheduled to leave today. That was when Elsa would have to go.

She took a deep breath. Elsa would pack up some of her things later today. Her parents would let her stay in her room.

They'd done so for the past fortnight, anyway.

But for now . . . she would sleep.

And so, heaving a long sigh, Elsa lowered herself back under the covers, not for warmth, but for comfort. That had been rare in supply these past two weeks.

And then she fell asleep.

Sunlight streamed through the high glass windows of Elsa's bedroom. It played around her light blue bedsheets. It seemed to be whispering to her, saying in light, playful voices, "Wake up, Elsa! Come on! It'll be a great day, if you just give it a chance!"

Elsa slowly slipped back into consciousness, and for a moment, the warmth of the thick blankets and the sun shining on them called to her, telling her, begging her to stay within their grasp. And for a moment, she wanted to stay with them.

But she had more important things to do.

And so Elsa yawned and climbed out of bed. She pulled the covers down and fixed them neatly so that the bed looked like it hadn't been disturbed in hours. Then, she went to her wardrobe and looked inside. There were her many dresses. She reached for her favorite — a light and dark blue one — before realizing that was the one she had worn the day of the accident. It wasn't the dress she had been wearing during that fatal incident; she had been in her nightclothes then. However, the memory of how happy she had been the day before that, of doing her studies before going to play outside with Anna, happy, still haunted her like a ghost.

So instead she chose a simple white dress with a blue fringe, slipped off her nightgown, and changed into the dress. She brushed out her hair and pulled it back into a thick white braid. Then Elsa stopped and stared into the mirror.

She wondered how she was going to do this. She was leaving her family . . . for their safety, yes, of course, but still . . . they were her family.

Then a thought that sent waves of pain crashing through her and lowered her lips so that the small smile they were starting to form stopped instantaneously. No one wanted her. She was a freak with a wicked ability. She needed to get away from people. Forever.

Especially Anna.

Elsa took a deep breath and pulled away from the mirror. She looked out the window and suddenly realized that it was snowing outside. She didn't want to go out into Arendelle or the Southern Isles with just a dress on. It might look suspicious. People might ask her questions.

People just didn't understand.

The cold never bothered her.

But she still didn't want to stand out.

So Elsa went back to her wardrobe and took out her favorite blue coat. She started towards the door, sticking her hands inside and lowering her head. Then she felt a cold metal against her knuckles.

Elsa took the cold thing, which seemed to be a chain, in her hand and pulled it out. It was a silver locket in the shape of a heart.

Trembling slightly, Elsa opened it and saw a picture of her and Anna. They were smiling together. In the frame to the left of it was a small portrait of their parents.

A small smile crept up Elsa's lips. She would still have something to remember her sister and her parents by — the locket that she'd gotten from Anna (and her parents) for her eighth and most recent birthday. She'd forgotten about it.

Elsa took the locket and put it around her neck. Then, she began gathering up some things — a few dresses, pairs of shoes, and journal and pen in a small bag. And gloves.

She couldn't forget her gloves.

She was ready.

Elsa slipped quietly out of her bedroom door, and, keeping her head down low, she walked quickly through the halls of the castle. She knew the boat must be leaving soon, and she did not like to think what would happen if she missed it.

But first, she had to go say goodbye to her little sister.

Elsa darted through the castle and to Anna's bedroom door. She knocked on it gently, and when nobody answered, slipped inside.

Her little sister was lying under the covers of her bed, sprawled, drooling, auburn hair a mess. Elsa could barely stifle a giggle that nearly turned to a sob.

She was going to miss her little sister.

"Goodbye, Anna," she said softly. She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her sister's forehead. Her breath caught in her throat as Anna rolled over in her sleep, but then let out a sigh of relief when her sister did not stir any more.

Elsa slipped back out of the room, and began the long trek through the castle.

Much to her relief, she met no one along the way. Elsa opened the doors to the garden and went the quicker way to the docks, instead of the front doors. People might notice her if she went that way.

She managed to blend herself in with the crowd in Arendelle, and was able, somehow, to slip herself onto the boat on its way to the Southern Isles.

She was really doing it.

And she could not believe it.

Cramped in a cupboard on deck, Elsa slipped out her journal and began to write, all the while trying to stem the flow of emotions that was now coursing through her.

December 18, 1824

Today, I ran away from home. I can't stand the fact that nearly every day for the past two weeks, Anna has been knocking on my door, asking me to build a snowman with her. I would love to so much, but I can't risk hurting her. So I'm going to start a new life in the Southern Isles.

My parents won't have to hide my secret any more. Anna will be free to roam the kingdom as she wishes. I only wish I could to it with her. But that's in the past. It's a new life for me. A new life for her, too, I guess. I just hope I can be accepted in mine.

I'll write again as soon as I can.

Elsa

Elsa fell asleep soon after she had finished writing this. She was blessed with a dreamless sleep. But scary things awaited her in the waking world.

She woke with a start what seemed like hours later to the sound of waves crashing against the ship. It was rolling backward and forward dangerously. She was tumbling around the cupboard like crazy. Somehow, Elsa was able to right herself and clambered out of the thing, stuffing what little possessions she had brought with her into her coat pockets.

Waves were crashing on deck. She got splashed with one, and was left spluttering on the deck. Sailors rushed to and fro. None of them seemed to notice her at all, or the cold winds that were starting to spiral around her.

And none of them noticed that Elsa had fallen overboard into the watery depths of the ocean.

A/N: Sooo, what do you think? Leave a review and let me know! :)

~MagicFireTiger