I never dream.

They were only bitter nightmares that plague my sleep every night. Ever since I developed the mental capacity to dream, I would dream of things that did not belong to me, and of a family that never existed. It was always terrifying at first, but once my subconscious knew that sooner or later I would be waking up, it died down along with the fear.

"Elsa. Psst. Elsa! Psst" a whisper ran through my dreary mind, gathering all my thoughts to comprehend and identify the voice. My dear sister Anna. How could I forget that it was her daily routine to wake me up from my sleep in order to play. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up" she chanted as a songbird. I shifted and pulled myself to sit up straight, avoiding showing my body that had trembled through the night. It gave a feeling of someone who has just woken up from a coma and decided to start walking.

"Yes Marianne" I gently teased her by placing my finger to her forehead. Her cheeks puffed in annoyance, before grasping my finger with her hands to level it down.

"It's Anna. Or do I have to call you Elizabeth" I raised an eyebrow in curiosity and amusement, as she tried to stare me down. My eyes flicker to the window where the sun had barely begun it's rise, and then return to Anna's triumphed gaze.

"I don't mind really" I smiled with slight victory at my sister's upsetting defeat. I leaned forward and fixed the loosely braided pigtail on her left and added, "there you go" once I was done.

"Thanks Elsa. Anyway, let's play! Please" she bounced enthusiastically, as her beautiful green eyes shimmered in the dark. I always admired how beautiful my younger sister was, and how optimistic she often acted. My complexion was...decent, but often times I felt more like a ghost than a girl with blonde hair and fair skin.

"All right, but let's do it quietly" I placed my finger to my lips to symbolize that I actually meant quietly on my terms, rather than hers. She gasped and cupped her mouth to avoid bursting out in her usual joyful self. Then I realized...was she wearing makeup?

"I know the perfect place we can go and play" she hopped off the bed, before skipping around in a circle to wait for me to collect myself in order to get out of bed.

I was bothered by the fact that she was wearing makeup. Did she not remember that our parents would not approve wearing makeup at our ages? I wish I could wear makeup, but I knew better.

"All right, lead the way princess Anna" I curtsied, receiving a giggle from her. I smiled secretly, as she distracted herself with pulling me along with a lack of her usual elegance. I glanced at my surroundings as if it were my fist time, while she guided my through the halls of our home, studying the details, the textures, and the crafting from the carpets to the ceilings. However, she preferred the original design of the house that was incorporated in sketches for historical reasons.

"We are almost there Elsa" she looked back and waved a hand over her eyes to signal for me to close my own. I did for a brief second, but realized the moment she did cause a wave of anxiety over my own feet. A little peek wouldn't hurt, right? With no reassurance that Anna was not looking at the moment, I tried my best to open one eye without being obvious, but at the same time enough to see.

She had brought us down to one of the narrow hallways near the servants quarters, before I knew where she was taking me. When I had seen the dark and sturdy wooden door not far off to the side, I pulled her to a stop.

"Anna-" I firmly stated with a bit of anger building up in my chest. It subsided though as she gave me a look of innocence, showing me her ability to not be able to tell that I was upset.

"You were not supposed to look Elsa" she repeated the motion of her hands hat she previously did earlier, but I shook my head in disappointment. She was always breaking the rules, but it was not out of spite, or intentional rebelliousness. It was just Anna wanting to have some fun, and that was the Anna I always knew. She always loved to have fun.

"You know we are not allowed in that room" I gesture towards the door, expecting her...well, hoping that she would jump to her defense. Saying that it was not the place she was talking about. I was wrong though.

"How did you know" she slumped un-lady like, and skipped quickly towards the door as my eyes widen. "It's nice and big enough for us to hide if someone comes in. Not to mention-" I shook my head fiercely.

"I said no Anna. Let us pick another place" it was the first room we explored, and it was also the first time I started to dream, sort of. I wondered how often Anna went down there, because it certainly was too dangerous. Anna thought for a moment before clapping her hands and returned back to pulling me, except it was away from the grim door.

"Let us play in the ballroom then"I smiled and nodded in approval, causing her to speed up in the excitement. I wondered if Anna ever had a nightmare before, since I had never seen her once shown any signs of having any. Maybe I should let her know that if she ever had one she could always spend the night in my room? She might try and use that as an excuse to keep on coming in my room, and even if I do not mind it is my room while she has her own.

It had taken a while before I noticed that we were already playing a game of a snowball fight, using the snow that I conjured up for us. She was quick and reckless, yet decisive, while I, on the other hand, planned carefully, but was always conflicted of how to attack. In the end my sister was the victor, which left me on the ground covered in lots of snow, enough to send my sister into fits of giggles. She skipped over to me and offered a hand, which I took a moment to inspect.

Instead, I replied, "good job Anna. You won" and smiled as I stood up on my own. Anna, luckily, paid no heed to my rejection of her offer to pull me up. I waved away all the snow, which always seemed to impress Anna for some reason, and after a few moments of watching the sun rise through a window in a nearby hallway a soft 'ahem' drew our attention. Our lessons always started early, and soon enough both me and Anna were separated to be taught as the proper princess we were supposed to be; especially me.

The clock always ticked away and no comfort to me during my usual lessons. I sat perfectly straight in my chair as my teacher opens the book to a new chapter we were currently on. It was my homework to make sure I read the chapter before she would discuss it; otherwise, I would not be really learning anything.

There was so much history to take in, and sometimes it felt as if I could never really wrap it around my head. The information was vague and often did not provide a clear image of whether other historical moments that I learned were happening at the same time with the current ones that I was learning.

I always gave my focus to whatever I was learning, even the trivial information; otherwise, if the teacher saw me slacking they would not hesitate to play the guilt trip. After all, I was the oldest, and the next in line to the throne. I tried not to move my head with the motion of the keys from the piano as I played.

Hearing its soft humming tune made me feel relaxed, despite knowing that it was still a class. Still, even with the teacher carefully examining my every motion to reel out all flaws, enjoyed it.

Besides, who does not like music?

There is no pairing, and again this is supposed to be depressing. The follows the timeline of Frozen before taking a different term, and everything it from Elsa's perspective and mind-frame. Sorry no singing. If any singing it won't be written since it takes away from the psychological moments. I won't force you to comment but it always makes me want to update. Also esse by coalesce is still going but I lost the notes for the next chapter.