Author's note: Hi! This is my first story ever so i apologize if the writing isn't the best but i am posting this mainly because i want to develop those skills so i will greatly appreciate any reviews! I am not yet entirely sure where this story is going so i will gladly accept any ideas you might have. I do realise some things in this chapter may seem a bit odd because you do not get an explanation as to why certain things have happened happen but don't worry! I am saving a lot of details for later chapters. I also have no schedule for when to update so new chapters will pop up sporadically. I am planning for this to be relatively long though. Also, this is Elsanna but they are NOT sisters. Anyway, i hope you enjoy this and thank you for your time!

Edit: I have changed some things in this chapter to better suite the way i want Elsa's character to be. I also changed to proper quotation marks since a guest reviewer brought to my attention that i was using the wrong ones. I will try to have chapter two up within a week! I also changed the summary when i realized it dit not fit the story i had in mind. I really suck at summaries...

Elsa ran through the forest as fast as she could while tears were freely streaming down her face. She didn't care where she went so long as she just got away from here. Because of her, the kingdom was without an heir. She strongly doubted the king and queen wanted her to inherit the kingdom anyways, they would have preferred her sister. She didn´t blame them though, who wouldn't?

That was part of the reason she was now running through the woods in the middle of winter. The other reason... no, she didn't even want to think about that right now since it only made the pain in her chest all the more unbearable. She tried to just focus on trying to not run in to any trees since her vision was close to zero because of the darkness of the night combined with the tears making what little she could see turn into a blurry mess. She wasn't affected by the cold of the snow she was running through though, because of her... powers... she had never been bothered by the cold.

She had always insisted on calling them just that, powers, even though there was never anyone but herself that thought otherwise. Not even her own sister whom she still loved above all else, because at least her sister did not hate or resent her in any way. She had always told herself that they were all wrong, that her control of ice and snow was not some evil curse but something that held an immense beauty. Those thoughts were gone from her head now. The events of this evening had made her hate herself and what she could do more than anything else. The fact that she was immune to the cold was no longer a good thing because without that immunity she would probably be close to dying from the cold and death would most certainly be welcomed right now.

She was becoming increasingly aware of the burning in her legs caused by the fact that she had been running for almost an hour now. She refused to let herself rest though. She didn´t deserve to.

Eventually she became too exhausted to keep moving and collapsed in the snow. Her tears had stopped falling by now, not because her sadness was subsiding but because there were no more tears to be shed. She laid in a drift of snow, chest down with her head twisted to her right looking over the mountains that surrounded the small kingdom of Finnmark. The town that had until this night been her home was nowhere to be seen because of the late hour. Everyone had long since retired for the night and thus all the lights were out.

After having laid down in the snow for quite some time wondering if she would ever see her home again, if she ever wanted to see her home again, she got up on her feet and once again started running, although at a much calmer pace than before.

After thinking some more while running she came to a decision. She was going to get to some place where no one knew who she was to hopefully live somewhat isolated for the rest of her life. Or at the very least live without people knowing about what she could do, about what she had already done.

Her head started clearing enough for her to think about where she could go, but even though her head cleared a bit, the pain in her chest, around her heart, did not subside in the least. It would probably never do so.

She finally settled on the kingdom of Arendelle since it was the one closest to where she was now and despite their proximity Finnmark and Arendelle had never had a whole lot of contact with each other. This would make it less likely that someone would recognize her.

So she used the stars to navigate through the night towards Arendelle with her sadness and loneliness being her only companions throughout the night.

23 days later

She was finally closing in on the capital city of Arendelle. For the last three weeks she had been living off what she bought when travelling through small villages and towns. Her escape had not been unplanned after all so she had made sure she had a lot of money with her. She had managed to get a hold of a large backpack, some new clothes and a small tent on her way through the towns of Arendelle. She was currently wearing a simple, red, ankle length dress, a pair of black boots, a white cloak and purple gloves. the gloves were more of a precautionary thing because they helped with keeping her powers under control. The last thing she would want to happen was losing control of her powers in public.

She had mostly stuck to smaller less used roads so far but when she had asked for directions in the latest village she was in and was told Arendelle city was just a couple hours walk along the main road but close to a day on the smaller ones she thought she could just as well take the main road. After all, once she got to the city, being around lots of people would be inevitable. She knew this posed a large risk to her but her plan was to just stay in the city for a couple of months just to see if news of what had happened in Finnmark spread to Arendelle. It was highly unlikely but if it did she wanted to know as quickly as possible to make sure she could escape in time.

After walking for about another hour or so houses started to appear around the road and the forest became less dense. Soon the city came into view and she just stood on the top of a hill that the road went over and marveled at the scenery in front of her.

The large city was sprawled out over the land in front of a smaller fjord, a bridge running to an island in the middle of it on which the palace was built. Snow covered mountains surrounded the city and the frozen fjord and the midday sunlight made the entire icy land glisten.

All in all it was a beautiful sight to behold.

She made her way into the city to find a place where she could stay for however long she needed. The town was rather quiet since there were hardly any merchant stands set up on the streets and only a few people here and there visiting the apothecary shop or making an early visit to a tavern. She made her way to an inn that she thought at least had an appealing outer appearance hoping they would have a room free for an indefinite amount of time.

She opened the door to the tavern which set off a bell that was connected to the door to alert the owner of the tavern to the fact that a customer had entered.

With the hood of her cloak pulled over her head covering most of her face, and her platinum blonde braid tucked in underneath it, she made her way to the man standing behind the counter.

He was of medium height, rather well built with broad shoulders and brown hair with matching eyes.

As she approached the man he smiled, greeted her and politely asked what she wanted.

''I was wondering if you happen to have a free room for quite a long time ahead?'' She asked.

''Yes, of course!'' He answered brightly. ''We rarely have people occupying our rooms at this time of year. How long does 'quite a long time' mean if you don't mind me asking?''

''I am not quite sure at the moment, probably a couple of months at least.''

''Wow, I do not think we have ever had anyone staying here for that long before but I am sure that can be arranged for.'' He said with a smile.

''Thank you.''

''You are most welcome miss. If you want we can set up a monthly cost for your occupancy so you will not have to pay quite as much per day since you are staying for such a long time.''

''That would be great, thank you very much sir.'' She said politely.

He chuckled a bit before speaking to her again.

''Please, just call me Ivar.''

''Elsa.''

They decided on how much she was to pay for the room and she was then led to it by Ivar. He gave her the key and told her that if she needed anything all she needed to do was tell him. She just responded with a curt nod and entered the room.

As she laid down on the bed at the far end of the surprisingly nice room she thought of what she should do for the upcoming months in the city. Because she had decided to try to socialize with as few people as possible, Elsa came to the conclusion that the upcoming months would become rather uninteresting and uneventful. She didn't mind though, that was the way she wanted it to be.

Despite the early hour, Elsa fell asleep on the bed as soon as she had placed her backpack beside it.

That night like so many others she was haunted by nightmares. They were just like the ones she had ever since her parents and the castle staff had found out about her powers. Dreams about dark shadows whispering things all around her. That she was a monster, a freak, a curse that ought to be gotten rid of.

Then the dream changed and she saw her sister staring at her from the castle stairs leading up to the floor of their rooms. Her mouth moved but no sound came. A small trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth and Elsa could just stand there in chock as she finally registered the spike of ice that ran from the ground in front of her through her sisters chest. Then all life left her sisters eyes as she slipped off the ice and landed dead on her back.

Elsa woke up with a scream noticing tears falling down her cheeks. As she recognized where she was she fell face down on her pillow and started sobbing quietly. Not a single night had gone since she ran away that she had not dreamt of her sister, the only person she had ever loved and the only person that had not hated her. The sister she had killed.

No more sleep came to her that night.

As the sun started to rise Elsa got out of the bed to change her clothes since she had not cared to undress after her nightmares woke her up. She quickly changed into a deep purple dress of similar design as the red one she had worn the day before. She also put on a black bodice and a black hooded cloak as well as the same boots as the day before. She redid her braid and exited the room.

As she went outside the inn she took in a deep breath of the cold crisp air. Normally the beautiful morning would have brought her joy, but any form of happiness seemed impossible for her to feel anymore. In fact, any feelings beside sadness had become fleeting.

Elsa made her way through the relatively empty city until she came to a large marketplace in the middle of the city. The edges of the now empty marketplace were lined with a variety of stores.

As she stood there checking which different stores there were to be found she heard voices approaching from one of the road on the opposite side of the marketplace.

''... Explain to me again why we have to go all the way in here to get what you want instead of just asking the kitchen staff?''

As Elsa listened she saw a young woman with fiery red hair walk into the marketplace closely followed by two guards.

''Becaaause, no one makes chocolate pastries like Oaken!'' The red haired girl replied gleefully.

Elsa watched as they entered the patisserie and decided she would follow them. She found the redheaded girl strangely interesting, mainly because she was obviously of noble birth, what with the guards and all. But still she acted so casually, the nobles she had spent time with herself were mostly dull and extremely formal. But Elsa also thought the girl looked slightly familiar so she wanted to find out more about who she was.

Unfortunately for Elsa though, she had not expected the young redhead to be done with her shopping at the same time Elsa was about the shop and thus she ended up bumping in to the younger woman as they were both about to go through the door at the same time.

The redhead fell back with a surprised yelp and landed on her butt on the floor while Elsa stumbled back a few steps. Elsa's eyes widened with fear and she was glad she still wore her gloves because if she hadn't her powers would most likely have made an appearance.

One of the guards quickly stepped in between the young woman and Elsa.

''I am so, so sorry! Are you okay?'' She asked the redhead.

''Yeah, I think so. My dress however is a completely different story.''

Elsa looked down at the other woman's dress and noticed her entire chest was now smeared with chocolate. The box of chocolate pastries itself laid on the floor, beyond all rescue.

''Again, I'm so sorry about that. I'll replace both the dress and the chocolate for you, just tell me how much it costs.'' She said and reached for the pouch filled with coins that she kept in her pocket.

''No, no, no. That won't be necessary. I have more than enough money to pay for the chocolates, and don't even get me started on how many dresses I have!'' The redhead replied while standing up.

One of the guards went to pick up the box of now mashed chocolates while the one that stood between the girl and Elsa turned to the younger woman with concern on his face.

''Are you sure you are okay, your highness?'' He asked.

''Yes, I'm sure.'' She replied.

Elsa's eyes widened in surprise and her eyebrows rose.

''Your highness?'' She asked.

''Oh, I'm sorry for not introducing myself. You are obviously not from around here, I would have recognized you if you were. I am princess Anna of Arendelle.'' The redhead said with a slight curtsy. ''And you are?''

''I am Elsa.'' She replied with a curtsy of her own.

''Nice to meet you Elsa. Albeit the circumstances of our meeting could be better.'' Anna said with a chuckle. ''Do you mind if I ask where you are from? I meet a lot of people that aren't from around here but most of them still know who I am.''

''I'm from quite a bit up north.'' Was all Elsa answered. Even though Finnmark and Arendelle rarely had any contact with each other at all she still found it best if she didn't tell Anna exactly where she was from as she might recognize her then. After all, Elsa herself had thought Anna looked a little familiar at first even though she couldn't put a name to her face just then. She had read about the Arendelle royal family a bit in a book when she was younger and probably recognized Anna from one of the pictures in that book.

''Oh, okay. Are you staying here in Arendelle for a long time?''

''Yes, although I do not know how long yet. I am guessing it will be for another couple of months or so.''

''Okay, I guess I will probably see you around some time then.'' She said and went to retrieve the new box of chocolate pastries that the owner of the shop had set up on the counter on the order of the guard that had picked up the old box.

''Yes, I guess you will.'' She answered as she stepped aside from the door to the shop to let them exit.

In spite of her decision to keep her interaction with other people to a minimum, Elsa found herself slightly interested in the princess and almost looked forward to meeting her again.

'These few months might turn out more interesting than I first thought.' She thought while once again opening the door to enter the patisserie.