Since my first fanfic got such an awesome response, I thought I'd write another one! I hope you like it as much as you did the other one! Enjoy, and please review!

Chapter 1: I Never See You Anymore

Elsa – 8; Anna – 5

Anna didn't understand why her big sister had to stay locked in her room all the time. As far as she could remember (which wasn't much), Elsa had never been naughty enough to earn a punishment that bad. She once asked her parents why Elsa had to stay in her room, but all they said was that Elsa needed to be alone for a while. Of course, being only five, Anna didn't have much concept of time, and thought that "a while" meant only an hour or two. So later that day, when she saw that the kingdom had been covered with a fresh layer of white, fluffy snow, she excitedly raced across the hall to Elsa's door.

"Elsa?" she called, knocking on the door in rhythm. Too excited to contain herself, she started singing to the closed door.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?

Come on, let's go and play."

She slumped against the door, slid down to the carpet, and peeked underneath.

"I never see you anymore.

Come out the door.

It's like you've gone away."

She then remembered the day when she had been playing with her dolls (which resembled Elsa and herself) in the ballroom by herself before getting bored and flopping over backwards onto the floor.

"We used to be best buddies,

And now we're not.

I wish you would tell me why."

Finally, she tried peeking through the keyhole in Elsa's door and finished in a goofy voice.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman."

"Go away, Anna," said Elsa's small voice from the other side of the door.

"Okay, bye," Anna sang sadly, and, hurt and confused, walked slowly back to her own room. Sitting on her bed and pouting, she thought about what Elsa had just said to her. She had never told Anna to go away. All the other times Anna had asked Elsa if she wanted to build a snowman, Elsa had been just as excited as she was, maybe even more so because of her special magic, as Anna called it.

Almost close to tears, Anna started twirling the white streak in her hair, something she had recently taken to doing when she was upset about something. Once, she'd asked her parents how she'd gotten it, but they'd just said, "You were born with it." As Anna didn't remember that it had been Elsa's magic that had caused it, she didn't question them. Sometimes, when she was really upset about something or when she'd been sent to her room for being naughty for some reason or another, she'd lay on her bed for hours twirling that same section of hair and staring at the delicate pink flowery pattern on her ceiling, all the while wondering why Elsa refused to play with her.

Anna wished she had friends outside the castle that she could play with. She had never felt so lonely (or bored) in her whole life. True, Elsa had only been locked away for a short time, but to a little girl of Anna's age, it felt like forever, especially when Elsa wouldn't respond to anything Anna asked her to do. But despite Elsa's unresponsiveness, Anna would sit outside her door for hours, talking, singing, telling jokes, or sometimes just sitting in silence, but she knew that Elsa would be sitting right on the other side of the door, listening to everything she was saying.

Elsa sat on the floor, her back and head resting up against the door, tears sparkling in her eyes. She'd hated shutting Anna out, hated telling her to go away, but it was the only way to protect her. The accident from a few weeks ago was still fresh on her mind, as though it had only happened yesterday. Her only comforting thought was the fact that Anna wouldn't remember anything about that horrible night, the night that would haunt Elsa for the rest of her life.

To distract herself, she walked over to the window and looked out, smiling as she watched the citizens of Arendelle going about their daily activities. She put her hands on the windowsill to try to get a better view, but jerked them back almost immediately, as a thin layer of ice had escaped from her hands and frosted part of the sill. Startled and scared, she called frantically for her parents.

Soon, she heard running footsteps and then a knock on her door. She ran across the room and opened it to find her parents standing there, looking worried.

"Elsa, what is it?" her father asked, kneeling down in front of her so he could look her in the eyes.

"Look!" Elsa cried, and she dragged him over to the window and pointed at the sill, where there was still a fine layer of frost covering it. Her parents looked at it, and then they looked at Elsa, and then they looked at each other, worry still etched on their faces.

"It was an accident, really!" Elsa cried, wringing her hands.

"We know, Elsa," said her father, trying to calm her. "I'm sure we can find something to help you control and contain it better."

Elsa nodded, but she still looked scared.

"Don't worry," her father said soothingly. "We'll find something. In the meantime, just try hard not to touch anything, all right?"

"Okay," said Elsa in a quavering voice, her eyes downcast.

Her parents left, shutting the door behind them. Elsa walked slowly over to it and locked it, trying hard not to let her powers shoot out again in her frightened state. She carefully climbed up onto her bed and sat there with her hands folded. She hoped her parents would hurry with whatever they had for her. They had told her not to touch anything until they came back. But that wouldn't be a problem for her. After what had just happened to the windowsill, she was too scared to touch even a fingertip to any surface.

She sighed. She wished she had been born normal, like Anna, or that Anna had been born just like her. Even her parents had been baffled when they found out that she had been born with snow and ice powers. But they had then put it out of their minds, thinking that it was just something that would disappear after a few years.

But they had been wrong. Very wrong. Of course, when Elsa had been really little, all she'd been able to do was shoot small snowflakes from her hands and fingers. They hadn't been really worried until Anna was born and Elsa had started to entertain her by making little snow flurries in their room. They had tried to warn her about the danger of using her magic around her little sister, but Elsa was too little herself to really understand. It wasn't until the accident in the ballroom that Elsa realized just how powerful and dangerous her magic could be. You must learn to control it, the troll had said to her. But just how was she to control it?

As if in answer to her thought, there was a knock on the door. She hurried to open it and found her father on the other side.

"Papa!" she cried, wanting so much to hug him tight, but forcing herself not to, as she was too afraid that she might hurt him.

"I've got something for you," he said, and he pulled from his pocket a pair of small, snow white gloves. "Why don't you come over here and I'll put them on you."

Elsa hesitated. She looked at her hands, then at her father.

"It's all right, Elsa," he said, smiling at her reassuringly. "Nothing's going to happen. I just want to see how these gloves fit."

Elsa walked slowly over to him and extended her hands, which were shaking. Her father knelt down in front of her and gently slipped the gloves on. They fit perfectly over her small hands.

Her father smiled. "The gloves will help," he said, taking her hand in his. "See? Conceal it—"

"Don't feel it," Elsa replied, looking him in the eyes, a small smile on her face.

"Don't let it show," they finished together.

Her father smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "That's my girl," he said and he started for the door.

"Wait, Papa!" Elsa said, startled at his abrupt departure. "Where are you going?"

"There are some important things that I have to take care of," he said, opening the door. "I'll be back to check on you later, okay?"

"Okay," Elsa said quietly, looking at her hands again. She heard a click as the door closed and she was alone once more. She raised her head and looked around the room, searching out a hard surface she could use to test out her new gloves, to see if they'd really help contain her powers. Her eyes landed on her small vanity table. She walked over to it and gingerly brushed the top of it with the tips of her fingers. Nothing happened. She pressed her whole palm to the surface. Still nothing. She raised her hands out in front of her, palms out and fingers spread wide. Again nothing happened. They really do work, she thought. She hugged herself tightly and smiled, her first true smile in weeks.

So endeth chapter the first! Hope you enjoyed it! More chapters coming soon!