Hello readers! I've had this idea for months and i have technically been writing it since the end of April (so for about 4-5 months) and I finally started it!

TRIGGER WARNINGS! Self-harm, suicide, gore, hearing voices. PLEASE TAKE PRECAUTION!

I do not own Frozen.

"Elsa!"

Anna burst through the study door to find her sister hunched over papers and scribbling furiously. Piles of the sheets were stacked on the desk almost towering over the Princess.

"Elsa?" Anna asked. The blonde in question's head shot up to look at her, eyes wide. "O-oh, Anna! When did you come in?" she asked.

Anna's eyebrows furrowed. "Just now. Are you feeling okay? You seem...jumpy."

"Hm?" The Queen replied. "Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry."

Anna took another step forward. "Are you sure? You look tired." Indeed, her sister did look tired. Contrasting her pale skin, there were dark circles under her eyes. Her shoulders were tense and her eyes seemed duller. "Are you getting too much work-"

"Please, don't worry Anna." Elsa interrupted. She smiled at her. "I'm fine. I can handle this."

Lies.

Elsa looked back downward at her papers and her eyes widened a little. Anna didn't notice and simply huffed and crossed her arms. "Fine. I'll stop bothering you then."

The Princess spun on her heel and marched through the doorway. Suddenly, she halted and turned her head back towards her sister. "I'll see you at dinner, right?"

The blonde looked back at her and smiled weakly. "Of course. See you then."

Anna grinned happily and skipped out of the room, shutting the door again in the process.

The hand that wasn't holding her pen flew to her head, where a sharp pain started. She shut her eyes tightly and grit her teeth together. "Damn..." she muttered.

Elsa was vigorously pacing her room. The dark bedroom had frost creeping up the walls and furniture. Wherever she stepped ice formed on the hardwood floor, slowly crawling across the planks. Elsa herself stood by her bed with one hand clutching the post for support and the other holding her head. The headache she had developed earlier had yet to seize. It was not just a simple migraine though.

"There's so much work to do..." Elsa groaned.

You can't handle a little work?

Elsa shut her eyes tightly. "I can..." She said through gritted teeth.

The voice from the back of her head laughed. You can't even handle doing absolutely nothing in your room for thirteen years! How the hell will you do paperwork?

The blonde stopped pacing and looked at her hands. "I can do this... I know I can do this..."

Oh yeah? Look in the mirror, idiot. What do you see?

She gazed at the mirror a few feet away. She saw her reflection; a tired-looking, stressed woman with teary eyes.

Where's the confidence? The Voice asked. 'Ya know what I see in this mirror? I see a crying girl, pleading for peace and calm. Nothing more.

Elsa clenched her fists. Fury was rising within her.

The Queen swiped her hand in front of her angerly to shoot ice out at her reflection. The frosty spikes slammed into the mirror, causing the glass to crack and shatter.

"Hey!" Elsa screamed. "What do you see NOW?!"

Hmm, the Voice said, as if genuinely thinking about what to say. I think I see a broken girl with nothing to loose. Elsa could hear the smile in its words. The Queen fell to her knees and turned her head to the floor. She raised a hand to her eye and wiped a tear away. Her other hand was palm down on the now-icy floorboards.

"Please," Elsa pleaded. "Go away..."

You are worthless.

"Get out of my head..."

You can't even control a voice you created.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Elsa screamed. Her hands were clutching her skull on both sides of her head. Her fingers were pulling at her platinum blonde hair desperately. "JUST DIE ALREADY!"

Oh sweetie, the Voice responded with fake sympathy. The only way I die, is if you die.

Elsa's eye's widened. She clenched the fist that was on the ground supporting her.

Oh? What's this? It asked. You seemed all for killing yourself a few years ago. How old were you...sixteen?

Elsa slowly leaned right to lie against her bed. This was all too much.

Look at all those lines on your wrists to prove it. Your lucky your mama and papa found you when they did.

"P-please shut up..." Elsa choked. The tears were free falling down her cheeks now. This was all too much for her to handle!

Why? The Voice's tone turned upbeat. It was sickening. It was a very exciting time for me. To see all that blood, your pale face... Why not do it again? Who will care?

Elsa was cowering at the foot of her bed by now, trying to save herself from these thoughts she was forced to have. It was traumatic for her. Last time she gave into the voice, she almost died. She was too close to dying. But, Elsa thought. My parents are dead now.

"W-what about A-anna?" Elsa asked herself.

ANNA?! It yelled. Anna hasn't even seen you for thirteen years. Do you honestly expect her to care that you died?t's not like she'll cry about it. To her, you were practically dead all those years anyway.

Elsa's breathing quickened.

She doesn't care! Now take your own advice and let it go.

"Please..."

Just fucking kill yourself already!

"I-"

NO ONE WILL FUCKING CARE!

Elsa's head slowly rose from her knees. Her line of sight landed on a shard of glass from the mirror a metre or so away. She reached for it. When her fingers met the cool shard she wrapped them around it tightly, ignoring the pain from the glass cutting into her palm. The blonde put the shard over her wrist.

Do it. The Voice sounded calm.

Elsa pressed down. Hard.

The door behind her swung open.

"Elsa, you weren't at-" Anna stopped. She stared at her sister, not believing her eyes.

"ELSA!"

Anna ran to her and tried to pull the glass away.

"NO! STOP IT!" Elsa shrieked. "I HAVE TO DO THIS!"

Anna's eyes filled with horror. Her sister looked tormented and the Princess could not overlook the shattered look of Elsa's eyes. Anna's eyes were full of tears threatening to spill.

"Elsa please stop!" Anna yelled, but when she looked at her wrist - her sister's wrist - it was already too late. The blood seeping out from the gash like it was a fountain of crimson water and pooling onto the carpet.

Anna could feel Elsa's hold grow weaker. She quickly ripped the glass out of her sister's hand and threw it far behind her.

Elsa's head slumped forward and before she lost consciousness, the last thing she heard was a scream and a body hugging her.

To Be Continued. Next chapter: Awakening.

See you next frosty time!