After waiting so long on baited breath I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. I almost want to hit the crew hand just for surviving. They found him on the shore half dead. As soon as he was brought to I immediately asked about my parents. Before the words even came out of his mouth I knew, I knew from the look of guilt they sealed the doors and Elsa went into seclusion.

I quickly excuse my self to my own chambers. If I'm going to break down it will be in my own room, As I scurry off I hear the maid calling out to me but I ignore her as the burning in my chest intensifies, the heartache that I'm feeling deep in my heart. I put my hand on my chest as the feeling intensifies my heart beat intensifying as I searing tears fall down my face. Why them? Why me? I get to my room and slam the door shut and collapse against it crying my eyes out "WHY?!" I'm screaming to no one in particular the pain in my chest pushing me beyond reason. I stand up and I knock all my things off of my dresser. The destruction makes me feel a little better but the heat in my chest persists. I'm angry, "How could you leave me!" I smash my mirror, "I'm all alone!" I tip over my dresser, "WHY!" I turn around and see the destruction I've caused the room is a mess and the searing pain in my heart is no less. I crumple on the ground and cry. 'hiss' I hear a hissing sound and turn around expecting to see a snake crawling out of my mess, as if my day could get any worse. I stand still for a while and don't see anything, 'hiss' there it is again I wheel around and jump to my feet my fear of snakes finally overcoming my grief. I feel my eyes water even more out of fear, 'hiss, hiss, hiss' It takes me a second, but I finally move closer to my now broken mirror and see my reflection, I see the tears vanish as soon as they hit my skin, each with their own 'hiss'. I stumble back and trip over my dresser landing on a pile of my clothes that spilled out. I reach out for something to wipe my face with, my hand lands on a pajama shirt that used to belong to my father, I grab it and before I can even bring it to my face it bursts into flames and I feel the weirdest sensation, I drop it and jump away as it falls and sets the rest of my clothes on fire, "Nonono, What is happening?" I look down and notice that my own dress is on fire, my favorite dress hand sewn by mother, "please no no!" The fire in my heart grows panic swells in my chest, "No, No STOP!" and it does. The embers on my dress immediately calm, The growing inferno of my laundry is suddenly no longer ablaze. The only evidence that anything was ever wrong is the singed remains of my pajama shirt and the scorching of my dress.

I freeze at hearing the knock on my door, "are you all right Anna?" I see the knob start to jiggle, and jump over my mess to hold the door closed, "NO, don't come in, I'm, uh, fine, I just need some alone time."

The maid stops at hearing my panicked tone, "well I know your grieving dear, but do you want to tell your sister or should I?" I freeze, I want to tell Elsa, I do, but with just happened right now I'm not sure if I should even leave my room. No I have to do this, she's my sister after all, she's my responsibility. "I'll go just- just give me a minute."

Conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel, I concentrate on only my fathers words and the snowflake in my hand, it's small, delicate and beautiful, Suddenly I hear a knocking at the door and the snowflake in my hand starts trembling and cracking, "Conceal don't feel conceal don't feel!" its no use, the flake swells to twice its size and explodes, throwing me on my back and leaving my room covered in frost; again. I go to the door, I hope it's father, I could use some of his wisdom. I open the door just a crack to see the green eye of my sister staring back at me. Her eyes are red like she's been crying, I want to go out there, hold her in my arms ask her what's wrong and help my baby sister. But alas I cant, I cant put her in danger like that again. "Yes Anna?"

She applies a little more pressure on the door but I keep it closed. "Can I come in?" I shake my head no. She sighs before taking a breath she opens her mouth to speak before closing it again. As if she doesn't know how to say what she wants to. I start to grow nervous as this goes on and the frost running up my door from the tips of my fingers is a clear indication of that. "Mom and dad are-the ship it" Oh god what is she trying to say, I can make a guess from that but I hope it's wrong I pray. She finaly settles her nerves, "The ship wrecked Elsa, Mom and dad are d- gone." I shut the door. I can tell she's on the other side probably trying to make me open up to her, but I can barely hear her. I'm in my own little world. "Conceal don't feel conceal don't feel" I chant as I hear the clack of frozen tears hitting the ground.

I wake up the next morning leaning against my sisters door where I fell asleep hoping she would let me in. I stand and turn to knock before thinking better of it, if she wouldn't open the door last night there's no way she would today. When I get to my room I see that the maids have already cleaned the mess from my tantrum last night. Which reminds me.

I have to know if it was real or if I was hallucinating. I go to my desk that I thankfully did not knock over and grab a piece of paper from it. I stare at it trying to will it to burn, smoke, anything; but nothing. I start to get frustrated, "This is stupid" I crumple the paper and pull my arm back to throw the stupid paper across the room when it suddenly ignites in my hand and I feel the sensation from earlier, I almost drop it out of surprise but stop my self before I surely set my whole room ablaze. I hold it up to my face as I remark at how the flames dance across my skin but I feel no pain, there's no damage to me, just the wad of paper that is quickly becoming nothing but ash and cinder in my hand. "Just what am I?"

Now that I know that this isn't some dream, that I'm not hallucinating I wonder what I should do about this. Should I tell the servants? No if they knew I would be named a freak, a sorcerer or a witch, the townsfolk would hunt me they may even hurt Elsa. Can I talk to Elsa? I want to but the idea of actually talking to my sister let alone depending on her is almost laughable after the last couple of years. No, I can't tell anybody about this. I should probably just forget about this. I haven't lit anything on fire before yesterday what's to stop me from never doing again? This feeling that's what.

I grab another paper and try again to light it on fire. This time I think about my frustration and anger from the previous attempt and it goes up in an instant filling me again with that wonderful feeling, like eating chocolate that goes straight to my heart, filling me with wonderful sweet warm deliciousness in my heart pumping to all parts of my body. I grab another piece of paper when the feeling starts to diminish and it grows even stronger. Another piece of paper, and another. More and More! This feeling is insatiable my hunger for it is voracious! 'Knock knock knock' "Anna?" Oh god the maid is coming in now! When I've got a notebook's worth of ashes all over me and a burning wad of paper in my hand.

"Just a minute!" I start waving the paper around trying to blow it out but the flames only get stronger. I begin to panic and throw it on the ground stomping on it to put it out, it seems to grow stronger the more I panic the pleasant feeling in my chest is now painful like a knife in my heart. "Go out! Go out! go out!" The fire grows larger igniting my dress and the corner of my comforter.

"Princess Anna are you okay?"

"I'm just getting dressed give me a moment!" I'm frantic now, pleading with the flames to calm "Please stop, stop!" I sit down on the ground my head in my hands as my dress and blankets continue to burn, "please…." And it stops, the flames whither and die just when my hopes were about too. And not a moment too soon as then the maid walks in and I have just enough time to jump beneath my covers so she doesn't see my burned dress.

"Mistress Anna? I thought you were getting dressed."

I smile from the bed trying my best to lay in a way where the burned corner of the mattress isn't visible. "Um, I was but all of a sudden I had this uh- hot flash and felt dizzy so I had to lie down." I feel bad, I've never told a lie in my life, although I suppose that a hot flash could kind of describe what just happened. It's not like I can tell her the truth though so this is the best I can do.

The maid looks visibly alarmed at this and begins rushing out the room calling behind her, "Oh dear, you just wait right there ill be right back with an ice pack and some water!" An ice pack? That might be good. I need to cool down.

Conceal don't feel, conceal don't feel conceal don't feel. I repeat my mantra, trying to lock out the cold from the shocking news my sister delivered to me. It seems like only minutes that I sat there against the door chanting, trying to keep my self from starting an ice age in the castle, but when I look up I see sunlight coming through my window when only minutes ago it was sunset. Was I up all night? I look around the room and it looks like an icy bomb went off, when I stand up I can see the outline of where I was leaning against the door.

They're dead. I spent all night crying but it's just now that the implications hit me. That means Anna's alone, I want to be there for her but I cant risk hurting her. I feel the same forlorn feeling I've had for the past ten years. Having to go against what I want for the greater good. That's not to say that Anna even wants to speak to me. I've ignored her for ten years straight and she doesn't even know why. She probably thinks I hate her. But I have other things to think about right now. Like the fact that I'm going to be Queen. I can't be queen though I'm only fifteen and the law is that the heir must be of eighteen years of age before they can ascend the throne, its been that way since the huge turmoil from when my ancestors took the throne from the young king Geoffrey hundreds of year ago. So until then my fathers council members will govern the kingdom, that's good, I have three years to master my powers, If I can't, if I don't master my emotions, the last ten years will be for nothing.

Three years have passed. Elsa's coronation is tomorrow. Already the servants are preparing elaborate dishes, baking huge cakes my dress has already been fitted and is now sitting in my room. I sigh and head out to the garden to sit on my favorite stump. I've spent the past three years trying to hone my powers, with very little luck. The only thing I've really managed to do is figure out their cause. My powers grow stronger the more passionate I am. A little fact I learned after nearly burning the castle to the ground. Luckily I was in the kitchen so I blamed the massive inferno on the cookies I was trying so hard to make so I could convince Elsa to leave her room.

I have learned some control though. I pick a blade of grass and smile as it immediately turns to cinders. I pick up another and stare at it with concentration as it slowly burns. The flame starts form the outside edges of the grass and it slowly crawls towards the middle and I'm left with a pile of ash in my hands similar to the first blade. Normally my flames are just as wild and passionate as I am, however if I really concentrate I can change the intensity. Getting the fire to stop however is still something I have yet to master. So far the only way I can keep from burning the kingdom down is by containing the flame: such as how the grass was touching nothing but my palm. If I had dropped it in the field I'm sure half of Arrendale would be ablaze. It would probably feel great- What? No stop it! I hit myself for going down that train of thought. Every time I use my powers I'm filled with an addicting feeling of pleasure. I'm so stuck on it I burn something every few hours, usually a paper or some grass. The feeling is like nothing I've ever felt before, it's as if my powers are creating a constant pressure inside of me, welling up in my chest and when I let it out the relief is bliss. There are also consequences for not letting it out. Ever since the day I learned of my parents death if I hold it in for too long, my chest starts to burn. As if my powers are back firing and the flames are building up inside me. So I've made it a point to come out here everyday and let it go, burning grass mostly.

I'm nervous, not just because of my powers but because this will be the first time I'm around so many people. But at the same time I'm so exited! There will be cake and dancing and dresses and all the things I used to dream about when I was a girl. Maybe even a prince for me.

[Coronation ball]

"Princess Anna of Arrendale!"

I run into the ball room as I hear the herald call my name, I was so enraptured in the party (mostly the chocolate cake) that I was almost late! When I see Elsa already standing I stand a few feet away from her on the pedestal before the herald pushes me closer. I panic, this is what I've always wanted, to be close to my sister but now that I'm here I can only wait for the rejection that's soon to follow. She's been avoiding me for 10 years why stop now?

"Hi", hi? Did she just say hi to me? I brush a stray hair behind my ear and answer back my voice quiet as I do so.

"Uh, h-hi." I quickly look away to hide my social anxiety.

"You look lovely Anna."

I blink, that was not what I was expecting I look over at my sister to see her smiling at me, and then I realize that I'm just looking at her! Don't people normally say something back when they're complimented, come on think, I know I have only talked to ducks and paintings for a decade but my social skills cant really be that bad, "U-uh thanks! You look good too, like really good!" I blush at the stream of words coming out of my mouth, oh god it's been forever since I've had a conversation with a real human being.

"So this is what a party looks like."

I take a second to look over the party, it truly is different from anything I've ever seen, I shiver a little as I feel a cold draft from my left, "It's a little chilly in here."

Her eyes widen and I see the gloved hands tighten as she answers, "Really? I'm actually feeling quite warm." And that looks to be true; from where I stand I can see the slightest traces of perspiration forming on the side of her cheek closest to me. Shoot is that me? I haven't been around many people so I'm not sure how my powers affect others; A warm feeling begins to build in my chest as my nervous ness rises. Luckily we are distracted by the herald appearing before us with a skinny, short, old man behind him.

"Your majesty, the duke of Weaseltown-"

"Wesselton!" the short duke interrupts, "the duke of Wesselton, your majesty. As your first partner in trade it seems fitting that I offer you your first dance as queen." Then he proceeds to do a complicated series of maneuvers finishing in a bowed position where I can see his toupee begin to fall off. I would laugh but the discomfort in my chest has been growing and I'm worried about if the other people around us can feel the heat I may be emitting.

My sister answers, "Actually," Elsa looks over at me, "My sister and I were about to go to the garden for some fresh air, If I make my way to the dance floor though I'll be sure to seek you out."

The duke looks crest fallen but answer with gusto, "Of course your majesty, I hope to see you on the dance floor!" And with that the tiny man scrambles off to, I assume make some other woman's life more difficult, as I follow my sister to the garden.

When we reach the garden there are two or three people enjoying drinks and conversation there, surprisingly no one notices Elsa and I walk out. My sister stops and takes a seat on a bench patting the seat beside her. Once I sit down she looks at me. "Are you feeling alright Anna?"

The truth is I haven't the burning in my chest has only escalated now that I'm in such proximity to my sister, but obviously I don't say that, "I'm fine."

After that we sit in silence for a moment enjoying the quiet garden atmosphere, I wonder if I can burn a blade of grass without Elsa noticing, "I've missed you Anna. It's been a long time since we've spoken."

It's like she took the words out of my mouth, "Same, d-do you think?" I pause, I want to ask but I'm too afraid to ruin this nice moment with my sister. She looks at me expectantly and I build up the courage to finish my question, "do you think we can do this more often? I mean not too often because I'm sure the you like your privacy and stuff but, every now and then when you've got time, which your not going to have to much of I guess because of your new queenly duties, and when your not doing that you've probably got a hobby or something, but af-"

"I would love to spend more time with you, Anna." I'm left speechless, and thankful that she stopped me from my rambling. My own sense of self worth goes up as I begin to have faith that maybe my sister doesn't hate me after all. I want to ask why, she locked her self in her room for over a decade in the first place, but decide it's not worth angering my newly acquainted sister.

"Thank you," I want to say more but the heat in my chest has grown past uncomfortable and is now painful and it feels like I'm burning from the inside out. "Um, ill be right back, I need to, uh go to the bath room." I awkwardly stand up and run to the ladies room, to sit in a stall and burn some toilet paper or something.

I watch my sister run off trying to decide if I should run after her and make sure she's alright, I stand up, "She'll be fine." I say to no one in particular as I begin walking back to the ballroom before someone worries that I've gone missing.

Almost as soon as I return to the floor, my herald announces another visitor, "Your majesty, Hans, 13th prince of the Southern Isles." A young man walks up with hair as red as Anna's wearing an all white suit.

He goes down to one knee and I offer him my hand which he kisses, "Your majesty. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I quickly take my hand back slightly uncomfortable from the social convention, "You as well prince Hans. I haven't seen your father here tonight, are you representing him tonight?"

He stands to his full height, several inches taller than me, "Observant. But no, my older brother Eric is here for that, he'll probably approach you at some point in the night. I am just here for the party. The Arrendale castle is known for throwing the best parties."

I raise an eye brow at him, "Oh really? This is the first party I've been to."

"My father would always tell me stories of the shenanigans between him and your father. Your familiar with the Joan of Ark painting in your gallery correct?" I nod, "Apparently my father bought it from one of the eastern nations, he stopped here for a break before continuing home and you parents threw him a party. At some point he made a drunken bet and lost it over a game of cards."

I hold back a laugh at the ridiculous idea, "Two kings drunk playing cards? Who was watching the kingdoms?"

"That's what I asked, he said when he got home my mother had all the paper work done already and more than a few things to say to him. I assure you that was the last time my father allowed that to happen. I think my mother would still be angry."

Despite a bad feeling I can't stop my self from asking, "Would?"

Hans winces and looks down, obviously he didn't want me asking, I open my mouth to tell him he doesn't have to but he speaks before I get a chance, "She died when I was ten, she was on a relief mission in one of the poorer towns, her inn burned down while she was sleeping inside."

I step forward as if to put my arm around him before I think better of it, it wouldn't do to have a frozen prince, "I'm so sorry, I know what it's like to lose a parent." My face darkens as I think of my own parents.

Just when I try to change the subject I hear screaming. Hans and I both turn to the source direction to see people running away from one direction. One of my royal guards appears from out of nowhere

"Your majesty, we believe that some one has attempted to kidnap the princess, it seems they've started a fire to cover their escape!"

After sitting in a stall for 15 minutes burning half a roll of toilet paper the burning sensation in my chest is finally bearable. I walk outside the ladies room and walk towards the garden in search of more sisterly bonding.

When I arrive in the garden Elsa is gone, I'm not sure where she went, but she's probably on her way back. I decide to just sit on the bench and wait for her. "I wonder where she went off to? Maybe to get some chocolate cake?" After a few minutes I prepare to get up but am approached by a man in foreign looking clothes.

He speaks in an accent I've never heard before, "Excuse me are you Princess Anna?"

I give him a funny look, not to be pompous or anything but I was introduced in front of the whole party, I was right next to the queen I can't see someone not remembering us. He is technically in my house. Never the less a princess would never answer a question so rudely. "Yes I am, may I help you?"

He smiles at me the way I look at chocolate, "Me and my friends are from the Emir Islands." Its then that I notice we aren't alone in the garden, there are three others dressed similar to him in the courtyard, I notice that they're all by the exits. "You will be coming with us now."

I take a step back, he flicks his wrist and a knife comes out of his sleeve, "We would like to do this without you getting hurt", he grabs my wrist and pulls me close to him, I can smell is acrid breath "but we don't have to." I lose it, All of a sudden he jumps back from me holding his hand, "AAAgh! My fucking hand! What did you do?"

The other men start closing in on me, all of them with knives; I see one of them with rope. I feel the fire in my chest return with much more intensity than before. They want to kidnap me. No doubt to use me as a bargaining chip against Arrendale, against my sister. They take another step towards me, now all of them are in the center circle of the garden with me, within ten feet.

I release the fire.

In nearly an instant the garden is ablaze, as soon as I stop holding back, the grass beneath my feet ignites, I focus my fire to my hands and throw it at the man closest to me. I was expecting to throw a small fireball at him and knock him over or something, I was not expecting the torrent of flames that incinerates the man before me, turning him to ashe. The others freeze before turning to run. I didn't mean to kill the first man, but now that I have. And that they've seen it, I don't want my secret to be blown after this long.

I can't let them leave.

It isn't hard to turn them to cinders, no one can outrun the flames. Yet I can't get they're faces out of my mind, the faces of the men I've killed. They were bad men, they probably deserved it, I don't feel bad for killing them. I feel bad for enjoying it so much. I sink to my knees as I think about what I've just done. As the garden burns around me.

Despite the warnings of my guard and Hans, I run in the opposite direction of the crowd. "Anna!" When I get to the garden its completely ablaze. The flames are unnaturally high rising far above the grass, flames taller than I am. Yet some how through the fire and flames I see my sister. I can see her crying, crouched against the bench that we were at earlier.

I don't even think.

In half a second I tear my glove off. And walk towards the fire, I feel a hand on my arm and look back to see Hans holding me back, "Your majesty, There's no way she's in there! And even if she is there's nothing we can do to save her! We should fall back to safety!"

His logic is reasonable, but there are things he does not know.

"You can't do anything, I can. ANNA!" I wave my hand at the fire, for the first time in a long time not concealing, feeling fear and love for my sister.

And the fire stops.

All the flames freeze in place turning the raging inferno into a garden of frozen flames. And in those flames I see my sister with her knees to her face, staring at me wide eyed.

"Elsa, how did you-?"

"WITCH!"

I Whip around to see the duke of Wesselton standing outside the garden with two of his guards, a small crowd was gathering outside the garden probably trying to see what could have stopped the fire. It's doubt full how many off them saw what happened but there is no way I can play this off as something natural. Maybe I should just tell the truth and they'll see that I'm nothing to fear, I did just put out a fire and save the princess, in most fairy tales I would be prince charming.

Just as I finish my thought a crossbow bolt flies right past my head. So much for that, I reach down and grab my sister's hand as I run away from the garden. Anna gets up and follows me out still in shock. I couldn't leave her with the others, I just met my sister after ten long years, I cant leave her with the crowd to turn her against me. She's the only family I have left.

As I run I can hear the crowd behind us, by their shouting though I should probably call them a mob. I can hear them shouting, "A witch has Kidnapped the princess! The Queen is a witch!"

I don't need to look back to see their pitch forks and torches.

When we finally escape the castle were at a dead end in the harbor. I turn around the mob is in front of me, and the ocean to my back. I hear Anna's terrified voice behind me, "What do we do?"

I turn to Anna at my side, the mob is advancing, they'll be upon us in minutes. "Do you trust me Anna?"

She doesn't even hesitate, "Of course!"

I swallow, "follow me then." I take a first, tentative step into the harbor water, praying for my powers to obey me just this once, after a decade of concealing letting go is hard. But alas, I feel solid ground under my feet and take another step, Anna gasping at seeing the lake freeze beneath my feet. Soon were sprinting across the bay, Anna's hand held tightly in mine as we flee the mob.

When we get to the other side I look across the bay to see the group slowly trying to cross the frozen river, "Shoot! They'll catch up before long!" I turn to run but feel a tug as Anna remains rooted. "Anna?"

She lets go of my hand and turns towards the lake, for a second I'm worried she's going to leave me and run to the mob, "I can slow them down." I watch as she crouches down and puts her hand to the lake. The water that was frozen completely solid melts under my sisters touch, the wave of sudden heat travels across the bay thawing more of it out, and I see the mob scramble quickly back to shore before falling into the water.

I look at Anna in amazement, "How did you?"

She simply smiles at me, "you weren't the only one keeping secrets."