"Elsa! Come on! Wake up! Let's plaay!" The young princess whined, big blue eyes staring up at her blond haired sister as she tried to tug the elder from her bed. Elsa, still half asleep just groaned and rolled over trying to get away from Anna. It was far too early to be up if the sun hadn't yet risen - how Anna was even awake at this hour escaped her. It was a despicable thought but her sibling always seemed to have bundles of energy, bouncing off every wall there was in the castle, and in the streets.
"Go to sleep Anna.." She grumbled, eyes squeezing shut as cold snowflakes danced around the room, Anna pouting and crossing her arms over her small chest as the magic leaked out. Elsa was boring, there was so much to do, to see - they could have fun! She could make sculptures and snow men and ice for them to skate on, and Elsa would see how fun being awake before anyone else was, was.
"But Eeeelssaaa! The sky is awake, so I'm awake! Please come and play! We can build snowmen and have fun!" Eventually the other princess stood, pushing herself out of her lovely, warm and now a little wet bed to play with her sister, giggling as the younger dragged them through the halls to the large ballroom they had. "In here, right Elsa?" At the question, the still sleepy heir of Arendelle nodded, and rubbed her eyes, watching her sister fondly.
Anna and Elsa were as different as night and day. Whilst Elsa was a sweet honey blond, with tanned skin and big brown eyes that seemed to be much older than they should be at eight years old, little Anna was pale, with red hair that was streaked with white strands, and as pale as the snow she could conjure. Still, they were sisters, and the best of friends - even when Anna did drag Elsa out of bed at ungodly hours.
A small grin spread across Anna's face as she threw her hand out across the ball room, watching ice spread over it. "Look! I'm getting better Elsa!" Giggling all the while, Anna dragged her onto the ice, snow slowly falling from the ceiling in a flurry, and piling in the corners. "Skate with me?" Though shivering, Elsa nodded and smiled, letting the more balanced girl pull her along the ice as if she were born for it. And Anna was, she loved the cold, crisp winter mornings, and the bright white snow they brought with them, and Elsa enjoyed Yule time too, but always thought that the warm summer was nicer.
"Make a snowman!" Elsa cried, as she watched her younger sister play, not seeming to feel the cold, though Elsa was sure her lips might soon turn blue. Nodding, Anna grinned, spinning her fingers as a small snowman appeared from the snowdrifts. Snowmen were definitely Elsa's favourite thing about winter. "Hi! I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!" Pretending the sculpture had a voice, she spoke in a childish impression of a man, waving the small stick arms around. Anna laughed, bent over almost double as she watched her sister.
"Let's make a castle! A snow castle, for you an' me!" Tugging Elsa to the middle of the room, quite suddenly, Anna threw her hands into the cool air, watching the ice crack and grow until they were sat at the top of a slippery castle, that stood almost four feet off the ground. It was crudely built though, the floor thin and cracking in the middle, and the columns it stood on wobbling. Still, perched on the edge of the ice, the two girls were safe enough.
"Wow!" Both girls chorused, looking out over the snowy kingdom they had created, the soft snowflakes still slowly floating from the air, tangling themselves in messy locks of hair.
"Isn't it great Elsa! Let's look at it from over there!" For once the elder agreed avidly, slowly creeping along the edge in front of her sister, not noticing the slightly wobbly column beneath her, or the slippery ice until it was too late, and then she was falling, falling to the ground. "NO!" A scream echoed in her ears, before she found herself thrown to the side into a thick bank of snow.
Anna screeched, flinging her hand out as her sister began to fall, a bolt of blue hitting the senior in the head, flinging her to the side into a deep pile of snow, the girl falling unconscious as it happened. A high shriek escaped the second born child as the whole ice castle collapsed beneath her feet, scratching and biting at fair skin, but through the pain she knew she had to help her sister. Rushing from the pile of now melting ice, small hands cradled her sisters head, and then a wail that echoed throughout the castle escaped her.
"Elsa! Mama! Papa! Pleease! Help!" By now, Anna was sobbing, tears running down her pale cheeks and crystallising there, frozen tracks adorning her skin. In what seemed like an instant, her parents were there, their gasps mirrored as they saw both the snowy room, and their heir in the snow. It was a moment of shock, fear and realisation. Elsa was their heir, they couldn't let anything happen to her, and if Anna was a danger, then she would have to be contained. After all, she was just the spare.
"Anna what have you done! Oh god, she's freezing." The King was the first to react, shouting at his cowering daughter, who was soon picked up by the Queen, and scooping up Elsa in his arms. Not looking at his younger child, he turned to his wife and swallowed. "She's as cold as ice, we've got to hurry and get to the trolls." Panicked now, he rushed from the room, Elsa embraced in his arms, and was followed promptly by his wife, who Anna clung to, as scared as anyone in the castle.