Tucked in a gap between the mountains and the fjord was the small yet prosperous kingdom of Arendelle. In the castle the servants were rushing around, eager to please the young, strawberry blond princess Anna as she decided to chase her sister one last time.

Do you wanna build a snowman? Or ride our bikes around the halls I think some company is overdue I've started talking to the pictures on the walls-(Hang in there, Joan!)It gets a little lonely All these empty rooms,Just watching the hours tick by-(Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)

Nothing in return. Anna could almost feel heat radiation from the door, but no voice. All the gas, all the energy she was saving to say "hi," to her older sister was gone. She left, and suddenly the servants were flagging her down again.

"We came back to retrieve you Anna!" Exclaimed one of the maids surrounding her. "Oh she's in distress because of the dance Helen!" A maid named Cam with coal black hair replied. A single tear fell out of Anna's eyes. All the five maids and servants in the buildings were around her, and even though there were only five, she was not used to this many people. "Helen," Anna started, addressing the maid that taught her arithmetic. Helen hold her gaze and spoke the words right out of Anna's tiny mouth, "Oh dear, I think It would be most ideal if we just... reduced the helping staff..." More maids started parking themselves in front of Anna asking, "What's wrong?"

"Cam, that's probably not the best idea, she's afraid! Do I need to start defining the word reduce?" Steam could have been coming from Helen's red face, twisted with rage. Helen tried to pick up Anna and reset her in her own room, but the maids and servants were blocking her way. A loud high-pitched voice that sounded like a drill yelled, "Let me through! Anna needs to get ready for Arendelle's anniversary! Incoming! You incompetent fools! What in the hell are you doing?" A woman with brown hair and a very furious face took Anna in her arms. Anna was surprised, she had never seen her mom in such panic. "Well, do we not speak the same dialect? I have assured you all Anna will be fine without your help!" A groan escaped from Cam and Helen's mouth. "Move before I start cracking your necks in half!" The queen yelled as Anna pleaded, "Mom, please let me down so I can get some juice!" The queen nodded as Anna went to get her exotic beverage. Anna was downstairs hiding, thanking god her mom bought her juice excuse. Their "Operation Anniversary Anna" was not going to be a success. Now all she had to do was run about a mile away to the nearest forest. She was not, as much as her mom would like to think, a classy lady. Her attitude was often playful and emotional. She would never worship her mother's rules, even though the queen wanted her to.

The king had just had a cup of gin while sitting at his desk, when his wife came in frantically yelling. "Oh my poor Anna, she's probably lost in an endless void of the unknown by now! I tried to raise her well!"

"Please keep your voice down honey, you're gonna disturb the residents of our city! Is Anna in the hospital or something?" The king gave her the most relaxed look of all mankind. The queen paced around the width of the room. There was no way to preserve or keep the safety of her child. She glanced at the inquiring king. "Look, you don't have to exploit what happened at this moment, but I want to help you and Anna somehow. We don't have to hash out answers right now." He said, fighting the urge to pound the answer out of her. He began to exam her face again, noticing the aging wrinkles and the simplicity of that adorable purple dress she always wore. "Well," She replied, interrupting his train of thought. "I just thought, at first, it was easier to have children than governing a simple kingdom. But this is an alternate turn of events. I tried situating Anna in the life of being a queen, but she's not cut out for it at all. Then she ran away, left us behind! She headed for the mountains apparently. She beat our guards! We tried to find her, but we couldn't. I'm just a supplier of bad news aren't I? Populating this beautiful world with the most terrible news!"

"I demand you to stop! You may be a supplier of bad news, but I'm a customer. and Anna, she will be okay! Our sweet little girl would never leave us! She's not gonna just start screwing us over! You should have added me to the involvement of the search! I'm ruling the kingdom too you know." He stated calmly, and began to span his arms out wide, gesturing for a hug.

"Stop!" The queen said, and like an amusement park attraction, he halted and stopped. "I'm also the ruler of this kingdom, and I think I don't deserve the hug you were about to give me. I should have just used your cooperation to help us through the search. I should have wanted poor Anna's enjoyment more than I wanted her to be queen. Now this whole thing is going to be some huge trend around town! It's not your fault, it's mine! Now I'm going to have to send a letter to all the kingdoms telling them my daughter is lost and we can't find her! You know what, maybe an assembly of people isn't a good idea anyway because of Elsa. We promised the termination of all parties and gatherings because of her. We deserve mud on our faces, we deserve cruel punishment, we deserve our death!" She yelled, holding the skirt of her dress frantically.

Loading up a stack of cookies for the road, Anna headed off. She tried to strain her muscles as far as they could go as she strode off. She moved like a robot, with intense accuracy and fast running. Sizing up the climb of the mountain, she guessed it would take about 10 days. Anna would get no assistance though, she knew that. Maybe inducing herself to do this was a bad idea. But she had given a promise to herself, one that she couldn't break now.


"Can we fund a search?" The queen asked to her husband about further forwarding the investigation. The king began to stroke her long brown hair. "We can pay for a good chunk of it by ourselves. You're the director of this show called Arendelle, and it's your job to tell these actors what to do. You're the singular most important person here. Now I have to use the lavatory, so think about it, okay?" The king began to rise, and then looked at his wife with wrinkling eyes. The kind of look a happy family gives before their family business goes bankrupt.


Elsa POV

Exclusion, that's what I would call it. My life was a curse to them, never a gift. My parents would only feed me cheese and crackers as my meal, never a full dinner like I was sure Anna was getting. I wish I could hear her ringing that silly bell, or singing that childish song. But soon afterward I would tell her to go away, without explanation. I wish I could dictate my thoughts out loud rather than telling her nasty lies and foolish excuses. Then I heard the quiet footsteps of her departure. Why did I have to set her aside?

I sat and contemplated this as I slowly ate my bean soup lunch. I tightened my fists as to not make more havoc to my room. Most people would view my powers as a exhibit to stare at in awe rather than something to shy away from. I heard the crunch of ice across the floor. I was so intent on keeping my feelings balled up, that it was just easy to let them go.


The Queen POV

"I wouldn't call this a propaganda, but rather, a mandatory search." I said to my husband, and from his half asleep face, it looked like he began to tire too from the search. "How do we know there won't be a huge mob searching for her? Admit it, the damage is done. We've done a bunch of things to try to find her but nothing is working. Maybe this isn't the conventional thing to do. Our troop, our people, our kingdom, is destroyed."

"What about Elsa, she has a very... dynamic personality. Our population can depend on her to be the next queen!" I exclaimed, taking my hands off my head. "That's an invalid statement. Admit it, our kingdom IS defeated!"

"Listen, we can dive in with the circumstances, or turn our heads away." I said, looking at the detailing of a picture of us nearby. I could count the strokes on my face, my dress, and my arms. And my husband, of course, had a stern, distrusting look that was a transformation from his usual happy, go-lucky mood. Next to it was the certificate of Elsa making it through kindergarten. Next was Anna's acoustic singing award. Then I thought of Anna's young voice, he sweet lisp, her honest blue eyes.

TRIPLE WHAT! So finishing this chapter on my phone so sorry for any REALLY stupid mistakes. I have a dozen other things to do so if this has ZERO follows I will give up on it SRY! Still not a writing specialist so sorry for any grammar mistakes.