A.N: So, this is my first venture into Frozen territory and the first story I have posted in a long while. Hopefully, this marks the end of my drought and I will be posting a lot more other stories soon.

Now, I wanted to write this piece because, not only do I love Elsa and really wanted to dive into her for a little bit, but I also wanted to develop and flesh out the sister's relationship more. Especially when they reconcile after Anna saves Elsa and Elsa then unfreezes Arendelle.

It does start off very sad and I also have some memory/flashbacks in the second chapter, but there is a payoff at the end, so if you can stick with it through all of the angst, you'll be fine, my lovelies!

-This first chapter starts off in the beginning of the movie, after Anna and Elsa lost their parents, during the "Do You Want To Build A Snowman" sequence.

Anna was in a daze, as she shuffled down the hallway, having just returned from her parent's funeral. She'd been in an orphan for all of five days now, but, she could honestly say that the hardest part of it all wasn't when she'd first heard the news of her parent's death, as she'd crumpled to the floor in sobs, one of the maids rushing off to tell Elsa.

Nor was it when she'd had to plan the funeral completely on her own, her older sister unavailable, unreachable and locked in her chambers.

And it wasn't when she'd overheard the mourner's concerned whispers behind her back about Elsa and what would become of the throne.

No, none of that compared to the hardest and most difficult part of this entire horrid experience; when Anna had stood alone at the gravesite after everyone else had gone. The site was completely cleared and she was forced to put her parent's to rest alone. Elsa should have been there, standing right beside her, sharing this great burden with her.

But, there was no one, and Anna had never in her life felt more alone than she did in that very moment. Her parents were gone, forever. Her older sister was far way, unreachable and apparently inconsolable, leaving Anna to deal with this tragedy by herself.

How in the world was Anna supposed to find courage in the midst of all this overwhelming darkness?

But, despite the sadness that consumed her being, Anna was an eternal optimist and with a heavy heart, she finally reached Elsa's chambers, her one and only goal since the end of the funeral that morning.

In an attempt to reach out to her, after knocking and offering her support to Elsa, Anna slid down to the floor against the door, lamenting about what they were going to do now.

Finally, she half-heartedly whispered, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

She'd lost count of how many times she'd asked Elsa that very same question over the years, hopefully trying to coax her out of her chambers. As expected, though Anna still hoped, there was no response.

The tears came fast and fresh then, Anna's quiet hiccups soon drowning out any attempts at speech. On the other side of the door, she thought she heard sounds of crying as well, although she couldn't be sure if it was just her imagination playing tricks on her.

Then, she faintly picked up a croaked, "Anna . . ." through the door.

Anna was so lost in her grief, she almost missed it, but once she realized that Elsa did finally say something, she quickly brushed away some of her tears. "Elsa?"

"Anna, I'm- I am here."

Hope lifted in Anna's chest, making her heart grow strangely warm. She couldn't quite express how wonderful that felt after crying so much for so long.

Anna turned to face the door and curled up against it, tucking her knees underneath her. "Elsa, please, come out and talk to me. We- we um . . . we need each other, now."

She heard a long, wearisome sigh, then Elsa's voice, "I know, Anna, I know. Um . . . I just-"

"No!" Fearing her hopes would soon be dashed, Anna cut her off, a sudden flood of anger and frustration overtaking her. She curled her fist and banged on the door, her voice breaking down in to sobs as she continued, "Don't you dare tell me to go away, Elsa! I can't! I won't! I need you and we're all alone . . . I can't do this by myself."

"Anna-"

Anna whimpered, "Please, please, Elsa, come out here. Or let me in. I just- I need you."

"I'm sorry, Anna. I can't."

The cracks and breaks in Elsa's heart only grew and then finally shattered as she heard her little sister crying out for her on the other side of the door. There was heartbreak, grief, guilt and depression all swirling around inside of her. As a physical expression of her internal storm, another stream of ice shot from her hand, skidding across the floor and leaving a cold white icy trail in its wake. It joined the flurries of snow that swirled about her room and the icicles that were growing along the ceiling. The window was frosty and foggy despite the nowhere-near-ready-for-snow weather outside.

Elsa wanted- no, needed- to go to Anna and comfort her, or just cry with her.

But mostly, she wanted to wrap Anna up in her arms and rub her head and softly whisper, "Courage," into her ear. Anna needed her and Elsa really couldn't stand being alone, not right now, not with a sister who shared in her grief waiting right outside the door.

But she couldn't. No matter how her heart ached and wished different, she could not hurt Anna.

As she watched the dagger of ice come to a stop against the far wall, she was reminded it was for that very reason she couldn't come out of her room. Her cursed icy powers prevented her from ever touching Anna and especially with her emotions in such a fragile and unpredictable state, who knows how much she could hurt Anna this time if she dared venture out to comfort her.

So, Elsa let her sister cry until she wore herself out, finally getting up and leaving about an hour later.

For Elsa, it was many hours later, when the dark of night had descended over the kingdom and the moonlight filled her chambers that she finally unfolded herself and stood up. Her legs were shaky and wobbly, after not eating anything for the past few days and being in such an uncomfortable position for so long, but she took slow steps over to her vanity to change clothes. The dress she was wearing was damp and cold, after making it snow so many times and the amount of melting ice on the floor, it was a wonder she wasn't drenched.

Lighting her night candle, she looked at herself in the mirror and was shocked at her reflection. Her naturally pale skin was even paler; almost snow white, making her look sick. Her dark blue eyes were red and puffy from crying, the dark circles underneath them standing out against her pale skin, tear stains ran down her face. Bringing up a hand to undo her hair, she realized some of it had come loose from its bun and a couple strands were loose, some of her white blonde hair falling down over her forehead and brushing her shoulders. It looked messy and unkempt, as if she'd been pulling at it all day.

With a sharp twist in her stomach and an intake of breath, she realized this was the face of grief and depression. Looking in to her eyes, she was shocked to find that something didn't look right, like she was dead herself. There was no light, no spark in her eyes, just swirling inky blue depths that refused the light of day.

After changing into her night dress and running a brush through her hair, she made her way over to her bed and sat down on the side. Giving off a long sigh, she bit her lip to hold back the tears that stinged at the corners of her eyes. She was so tired of crying, having not stopped since having heard of her parent's death, and she was sure Anna hadn't stopped either.

Oh, Anna . . .

With another stab of guilt to her already broken heart, Elsa lie down on the bed, clutching her pillow in her arms, holding it to her stomach and curling her body up around it.

How were they ever going to get past this?

Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
that I don't understand

Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
that strangle the heart

I'm a slow dying flower
frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
and untouchable

A.N: The lyrics above are from Natalie Merchants song, My Skin. It is an absolutely fantastic song and I recommend it completely. But, I used this song to represent Elsa, because I think the songs relates to her very well and it fit superbly with this chapter, so there ya go.