Anna smiled softly as she exited the cab of the taxi in front of a familiar red brick building. It was a two story ranch-style house that sat at the end of a dead end drive on the outskirts of the city. The house used to belong to her parents, but after their death it was inherited by her older sister, Elsa. It brought back memories, both happy and sad. Pushing them aside, she turned to look back at the taxi driver, who had just unloaded her four suitcases from the back of the car. She gave him a smile and thanked him, before starting her way up the white stone steps leading up to the front door.

She lifted her hand to knock, unsure if she should just barge on in. Especially after her unceremonious departure from the house in the first place. Furrowing her brow, she steeled herself and knocked on the door and waited…

And waited…

And waited some more.

She sighed and walked back down the steps to where her suitcases were and sat down on one of them. It wasn't unlike Elsa to not answer when she knocked, as she did that quite frequently after their parents died.

Does she even want me here? Anna wondered to herself as she glanced up at the large house. Of course she does, we're sisters. She loves me…

Despite the fact that she believed that, Elsa wasn't answering. So she got up and walked determinedly up the stair and tried the door.

Locked.

Groaning, she stomped down the steps and sat on the stoop, her head resting grumpily in her hands. Where was Elsa? It wasn't as if her sister didn't know she was coming today. The sound of gravel crunching under tires soon reached her ears and she stood up. Her hand shielded her face from the sun as she watched an unfamiliar car coming down the dirt driveway. However, a smile soon broke out on her face as she realized who was driving the car.

"Elsa!" She called out, jumping up from her seat and darting to the car as it parked in front of the house.

She bounced impatiently while waited for Elsa, who was taking her time, to get out of the car. As she started in for a hug, Elsa's hands flew up between them as she gasped in fear, causing Anna to freeze with her arms still outstretched. Elsa looked a little mortified, with an embarrassed blush staining her cheeks. Sure they hadn't been close since their parent's died… but Anna had hoped…

"Hi." Elsa said, seeming at a loss for what to say.

Anna stood there, momentarily speechless before finding some words to speak.

"Oh, um.. Hi." Anna replied, awkwardly.

"You look beautiful." Elsa said with a smile, reaching out to touch her sister's shoulder.

"Thank you." Anna beamed, before adding, "You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller. You don't look fuller, but more beautiful."

Anna sighed heavily at her blundering, while Elsa gave a small sound of amusement.

"I'm glad you're here." Elsa said, turning to lead the way towards the house.

"You are?" Anna asked, a little shocked before recovering. "I mean, you are! So am I. I missed this place. And you."

She quickly followed after her, stopping only to collect her luggage and clamber up the stoop and into the house. A small bead of sweat had formed on her brow by that time, and she sighed as she set the luggage down in the foyer.

"It's warmer here than I remember." Anna said, wiping her brow. "It's a lot colder, in New York."

"I seem to recall you liking the warm weather?" Elsa asked, grabbing two of her four suitcases and leading her up the stairs towards Anna's old room.

As they entered, Anna noted that it hadn't changed a bit since she left for New York, nine years ago. It made her both happy, and sad.

"Well… I'll let you get unpacked." Elsa said, setting the suitcases down. "Do you care for takeout?"

"Only if it's Kai's kung pao chicken." Anna grinned.

"Fine, but they don't deliver, so you will have to go pick it up. The keys are downstairs by the door." Elsa informed.

"Do you still have my bike?" Anna asked.

"You can look in the shed, around back." Elsa offered, before exiting her room.

Anna smiled and flopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. However, her smile soon faded and she sat back up. Unpacking could wait, needed to wait. She bounced up off her bed, out of her room, and was down the stairs in the blink of an eye; her stomach rumbling at the thought of Chinese takeout.