Chapter 1
She's getting tired of it. Roaming the empty rooms, trying to find company and then watching the hours pass by in a blur. Then every day, something will either get burnt or charred. Anna's getting exhausted. Very exhausted. But what she can't take is avoiding her own sister. Every single day, it takes all her will to make a dash at the sight of a flick of silvery hair. But she can't bear to harm her. Having her fiery powers growing from a spark into an inferno, she just can't go near her. One mistake and Elsa might turn into fireworks. So all she can do is conceal her power in her own world and build up the walls all around her. No time to work on the patches that left her broken and torn, just continue building it higher each day. Until the day after her 10th birthday where she tried to light the candles on her cake but caused the whole table to burst into flames. She had ran out of the room, gasping and tearing as she slammed the door of her bedroom and locked it. She tried controlling her breathing, but ended up squatting on the floor, leaning on the door with her fist tightly balled up against her as though she was trying to crush her skull and her chin tucked between her knees. Her powers were growing so rapidly, she couldn't even control them. And that's when she decided she can't come out. She can't see the world, no matter how much she wanted to. She has to keep to herself, keep all her powers from the world. And Elsa. And since then, that door never opened. When any maiden or servant tried to twist open the door knob, the knob would turn bright red and they would jump back in shock and pain, hand probably throbbing in pain and radiating heat. Not long after, not a shadow showed up in front of that all day and all night. Other than the waitress who cautiously tap on the door and delivers her food through the small gap between her slightly opened door. Even that procedure stopped after a year and soon after there was absolutely no connection between Anna and the outside world. Anna never meant to come out of her room ever. She didn't know what to do in her room for the rest of her life, but why did she care? She was a nobody anyway. She grew being afraid of the world and everyone that lived on it, even herself. Her hatred and anger built up every day, making her emotions and feelings even harder to control. Day after day past, years after years went by, and the day where she finally had to step out of her home for 10 years came.
~Anna's POV~
The day I dreaded came faster than I expected. I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to recognise the girl staring back at me. Her eyes were filled with hatred and fiery. But deep inside she felt scared and fearful. All I had to do was survive one day. Make sure nothing gets burnt. Was it that hard? Yes it was. I looked around my room. It was a wreck. My bed was slightly charred and my table was on the edge of crumbling into ashes. The other stuff...I didn't want to have to describe them. They were like an open black hole, blackened beyond recognition. I sighed and shakily looked back at my reflection. A young and frail girl with striking red hair placed in a shower of ringlets and then braided into two long plaits tied back together behind my head. I didn't look natural at all, just a harmless looking orphan that was highly dangerous on the inside. Good disguise, I thought to myself. With my face caked in makeup and my body draped in silk, velvet, pearls and studded jewels. I heard a click of my door and almost immediately heard a yelp followed by the slamming if my door. I took a deep breath and stood up. It was time. Coronation day. Just hold back your feelings and you'll be fine, Anna, I thought. If only it were that easy. I walked to the heavy oak door with a heavy heart, trying to stall time and paused in front of it. It was the only thing in my bedroom left unscathed after all these years. With one swift move, it creaked open, whining in protest. I peeked out into the empty hallways, balling my fists up tightly and mustering all my courage to take a step out. The soft carpet sank under my feet and I quickened my pace down the hall. Maids and servants bowed at me and stepped aside nervously, avoiding me as much as possible. All I wanted to do was get through coronation day. Why, why, why must I be included? I reached the library and burst opened the doors. My first ladies were standing beside a plush velvet crimson armchair a little too tall for me and glanced up upon hearing me step in. And then I see her. A mature looking silver haired girl with her hair pinned and twisted into a bun below her head. Her flowing lavender full length gown spun at the slightest movement she made. Her face glowed of youth and her face was lightly painted with makeup. It was Elsa.
~Elsa's POV~
Anna stood at the door, mouth agape and curved up ever so slightly at the sight of me. Slowly, she swept across the room towards her seat opposite me. All I wanted to do was run towards her and hug her, asking her where she's been. Why had she left all of a sudden? What was she hiding? Maybe I didn't have the right to know.
" Umm... Elsa?" Anna's sweet voice woke me from my daydream. No, I had to be straight forward with my words. I had promised not to tell her.
" Anna. It's good to see you. For coronation, you'll have to stand beside me throughout the ceremony. That's your role for today, why you were called out of your room." I replied coldly.
"That's all?" Her voice trembled.
"Yes, that's all." I said stiffly, raising an eyebrow. On cue, she stood, face downcast and eyes staring at the floor and she promptly led all the other of her first ladies towards the exit. In a flash, she was gone. Brr, I thought, we needed warming up. We were sisters, come on! Why did I have to do that? Then I remembered why. I locked my elbows in a position against my lap and gently rubbed my left temple with the tip of my thumb. Feeling troubled, I entirely forgot the occasion.
"Princess Elsa...shall we..." a voice brought me back to reality. I nodded slightly, causing to guards to excuse themselves from the room, marching out, leaving a trail of dust behind.
"It's time, Princess." my first ladies whispered in my ear. Now I had my own worries to consider, there was no space for Anna in my mind. Let the coronation ceremony begin.