Prompt: Princess Anna is lost in the snowy wilderness and is found by the Snow Queen, who keeps her warm ;D

My mother and father had no hope for me since the day I was born. When I was young, I hadn't questioned my upbringing. What child does when they're never taught to? I always listened to my tutors, I learned proper etiquette. I was coddled, and had the best treatment any only-child could ask for. I was short on friends, but what better friendship to have than with one's parents? I now wish I had some at the time. They probably would've felt the nerve to tell me about the lie I was living.

Opposite of what I initially believed, I was actually not a good student. Apparently I was simply given the best grades, in hopes that once I was eighteen I would "show maturity" and be responsible. I thought I'd always been responsible. But my parents never fully trusted me with anything, and any approval and praise I received was false and said through gritted teeth. They would support me, and yet still lead me in the direction they wanted me to go. I had once thought that as independance.

When they taught me etiquette, I thought it was so shape me into the perfect queen for Arendelle. But it was to shape me into a "passable" bride to marry off to one of the Southern Isles thirteen princes. The King and Queen of the Southern Isles did not care for me. So they only allowed me to wed their youngest son.

I was happy to be married, because I didn't know any better. Marriage was supposed to be an exciting experience for a young girl. I would finally be with someone I loved, who loved me. And we would rule Arendelle together, hand in hand.

But even that was not to be.

I had never met Hans before the day of our marriage. I did hear he was handsome, but what they had said didn't put his looks to justice. He stood tall and proud in his white uniform. He had a perfectly-structured face with rosy cheeks, fiery hair, and he even shared the same kind of freckles as I had (except maybe mine were larger in numbers). The wedding was small, with only a few people attending, my parents included. None of his family even showed.

It was a sad sight to see. Did his family not care about him? To see their youngest son finally get married, it should have been a big event for everyone. But Hans seemed excited to be married to me. I had thought, until he refused to kiss me. My parents were a bit shocked to say the least, but he said that he had a cold and would make it up to me later. For that, we did not consummate the marriage that evening, even though we shared the same bed.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt and thought that maybe he was uncomfortable with an arranged marriage. Maybe he loved someone before, but then he had to marry me. He didn't tell me when I asked. So I wasn't sure how I felt about it when he continued to never touch me. I had hoped that my loneliness would go away once I was married. Hans didn't have to love me, but was it too much for him to be my friend? Was I that much of a bother to him?

When my parents died in a shipwreck, I cried as soon as I made it back from the funeral. I collapsed to my knees outside of mine and Hans' bedroom door. He stood over me, and said that I was blocking his way. I moved to the side and he retired for the night.

After that, I was forbidden from attending meetings. Hans had very much taken over Arendelle. I couldn't bring myself to care. He ran it better than I ever would anyway.

Everyone in the castle thought me as lazy. I spent most of my days sleeping for as long as I possibly could. I'd always go to bed early, and sleep in until well after noon. A few times I would sleep for the entire day. I barely ate and became thin. But I was not sick. The servants stopped pestering me to eat, and never asked for orders or for anything to do.

And why would they look to me for authority? I knew nothing about running a kingdom. I had no cunning in politics. I had no feminine charm to use to my advantage. I was about as pretty as a mud fence. I didn't even know how to not embarrass myself at a ball. Often I wondered if anyone would notice if I was gone.

Hans' twenty-first birthday was in January, and his coronation was the evening I decided to leave. I had stopped wondering what others would think if they found me missing. My parents were gone, I was in a loveless marriage, no one regarded me as anything but a waste of space, I had no ambitions, and no friends. I just couldn't stand to be there anymore.

Still in my green dress and shawl, I rode my horse across the bridge and into the forest. The horse kicked up snow and it soaked the bottom of my dress. Ice was quickly forming over my legs from the cold air, and my shawl did little to protect my arms from the wind. After even a few minutes of riding, I could no longer feel my ears, hands, feet, anything.

I had no concept of how long I was riding for, and I started to feel sleep take me over. I slumped over my horse's neck and fell from him, landing in freezing water, and being supported by rocks. My horse did not linger. It began to snow.

I woke up to warmth. I was in a cerulean room with walls that looked to be made of glass… or ice. I felt arms cradling me, fingers running through my hair, and a soft body pressed against mine. I groggily opened my eyes to see icy blue ones, and when my vision cleared I saw a glowing angel. Wait… she wasn't glowing, she was just… bright. Her skin was milky-colored and even her hair was practically white. Her darkest features were her eyes, her pink-tipped nose, and her thick eyelashes. Angel still suited this beautiful stranger perfectly. Who was she? How did she find me? Why was she doing this?

"Am I… dead?"

She sighed, shook her head once, and smiled at me, cupping my cheek with one hand. I closed my eyes again and snuggled into her breast, realizing that my dress was gone, and she was not wearing anything either. I was not embarrassed though. This, being near someone, togetherness, was the best thing I'd ever felt in my entire life, and I was not about to shy from it. I still had no idea who she was or why she was here, but it suddenly didn't matter. Her being there was enough to send me to tears. She kissed them away and continued holding me.