A/N: So this wouldn't be my first time attempting to write a Frozen fanfic, but this would be my first time actually publishing it. I don't expect many people to follow or even read it, but hey, you never know until you put it out there. :]

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Disney's characters in here, nor do I own certain future characters that will be presented. The only characters that do belong to me are the following woman below and her 'family.'

"Mom?" Bleary blue eyes blinked open as the ruffled three year old struggled to get out of bed. She hadn't slept very long by the looks of it and sat confused by why her mother was frantically pulling her out of bed and getting her shoes on.

"Chrone dear," said the woman in a calm but urgent voice. She laced them up and pulled the child to her feet, pausing for a moment before opting to carry the child in her arms. Immediately the toddler wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and refused to let go - it was much too early and she too tired. A gentle hand caressed the child's back as she quietly stepped out into the hallway. "I know it's very late and you're sleepy, but daddy and I have to take you to an auntie right now. It's very important and you might be there for a long time."

"Mm'kaaaaaaay…." Chrone drawled out in a squeaky voice, closing her eyes and resting against her mother's shoulder, completely oblivious to the fact that her home had been broken into and that several thugs had managed to murder - strike that, brutally maim - her father. Heart broken and fearful for her child's life, the woman almost vomited upon seeing her husband's insides and blood splattered all over the hallway. She had managed to sneak up and hide in Chrone's bedroom, but not without alerting the intruders to her presence as she bolted out the side door and out onto the street.

Sudden shouts and loud banging shocked Chrone awake and she couldn't understand what was happening all of a sudden. For a few seconds her world was completely disoriented - she was jostled about one moment, then the next she experienced her first sensations of falling, and then suddenly she was staring up at the sky with a painful throbbing in her back. A heavy weight pinned her down and she couldn't wriggle her way from underneath. Did something hit her?

When she managed to pull herself in an upright position, she found her mother laying on top of her with red liquid splattered all over her back. Tentatively, she shook her arm and called out her name several times, but received no response, no warm acknowledgement, no "Yes my cutie-pie". Nothing.

"MOOOOOOOOOOM!"

She jolted awake from her nightmare. Her heart hammered in the confines of her chest and she heard nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears for a solid five minutes. An unbidden fear gripped her mind and for a moment she couldn't think or move from her position. A clean, white ceiling fan greeted her as she laid there, deep sapphires trained on the rotating arms. Control, don't feel. Clear your mind. Control, don't feel. Clear your mind. She repeated the mantra inside her mind over and over again, not daring to try anything else until her pulse had gone down several paces.

How many times did she have this nightmare now?

One hundred?

Two hundred?

Pushing herself off from the bed, she swung her legs over the side and let out a heavy sigh. Sweat covered every inch of skin and she felt sickly in her own clothes she had changed into not more than two hours ago. The hot, humid day prompted her to leave the patio door open earlier, but night had fallen at this point and a gentle breeze ghosted along the drapes. She stole a chance to bathe in the night time air, leaning against the railings and gazing at the city some miles away. Here she could breathe without those nasty pollutants infecting her lungs. Here she could have peace and quiet from the chaos of rush hour that seemed to be present at all times of the day. But was it really any better? It was always the same every time - she'd be waking up to that woman's face, then lose track of what was going on, and then blood.

Blood.

Shuddering, she made a beeline for the bathroom and stripped her clothes off along the way. Normally she wouldn't be able to stand leaving her clothes in such a state, but at this moment in time it didn't matter to her one bit. All she wanted was having a cold shower to chill her body and calm her nerves down.

Her mind wandered as she stood under the shower head, letting the cool water peel away the layer of sweat that developed during her fitful sleep. Why does this keep happening to me… I don't understand, that was so long ago. There would never be an answer to her question, she knew that much and even so it never left her mind alone for a day. Cutting off the water, she haphazardly tossed a towel over her shoulders and sauntered out of the bathroom to collect her strewn clothes. Into the laundry basket they went. She pulled on a fresh, loose black tee and a pair of basketball shorts, not particularly caring or bothering with undergarments since no one else resided with her. It was nice not having to worry about a roommate - most of the time that is.

Her entire apartment was empty - not in the literal sense of being empty as in no furniture, but the lack thereof anything that would be typical of a young, independent woman striking out on her own. No pictures of family or friends hung on the walls, no trinkets or bright colors adorned the windows and doors. Everything was clean, simple, and to the point. This place served as a place for her to rest from the chaotic pace back at the estate. To allow her mind to roam free and for her to do as she pleased. A slender hand ran through damp, black locks in a futile attempt to clear her mind.

I don't even remember my parents.

Just then a chirping tone filled the air, and she picked up her phone from the coffee table, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Chrone Aefent speaking."

"You alright?" A concerned voice filled her ear and she visibly eased. "Normally you'd be greeting me in some cheesy sisterly fashion."

A pregnant pause ensued. "I didn't check the caller ID." It was a lame lie and they both knew it - Chrone never answered a call without at least glancing at the incoming name.

"..."

"You had that nightmare again, did you?"

"Yes."

A sigh followed. "Chrone, I really think you should go see a psychologist or something. You've been out of it the last few years and don't start giving me any of your 'I don't need a psychologist' bullshit." Damn, she knew her too well - Chrone closed her mouth silently when the speaker on the other line pointed that out. That must have happened too often it seemed.

"Saurora, it was long ago."

"Long time ago my ass," snorted the woman and the sound of animated chatter filled the background. There was some arguing and shouts before Chrone heard the sound of a door shut and silence filled the other side of the line. "Sorry, that was my friends."

"I see…" Chrone's voice came out empty and unfeeling, completely dismissal to the notion of 'friends'. Though Saurora was close to her, she wasn't exactly 'a friend'.

"Shit, I didn't mean it that way. Sorry."

The raven-haired woman plopped herself down on the couch and sighed wearily. "So why did you call me at this time of the night?" she asked, hopefully managing to direct the conversation onto another subject other than her terrors that came just about every week.

"You promised me you'd join me on Mabinogi to help some people out."

Chrone tapped her fingers on the armrest idly, pausing when that subject came up. "I didn't think you were serious about that," she deadpanned.

Musical laughter filled the earpiece. "Chrone, it's barely eight in the evening and you're complaining about sleep. Of course I was serious about dragging you along for an adventure on there - don't be such an old granny."

"I don't have kids yet, much less grandkids. And even if I were, I can still most certainly kick your ass in a sparring match, brittle bones and all."

"Just get your ass online already."

"Yes mother." The retort came out a bit sharper than she intended, but the unmistakable humor in her voice took off the edge quite a bit.

"Speaking of which, have you even eaten since you went home?" Right on cue the raven-haired woman heard and felt her stomach rumble in response. She paled slightly having realized from the moment she stepped into her apartment, food completely left her mind. And that was right after coming back from a strenuous workout.

Not wanting to lie again, Chrone let out a defeated sigh and rubbed circles into her temple. "I forgot."

"Chrone." Instead of the usual cheer in Saurora's voice, it came out sharp, concerned, and threatening. "I'm not going to deny the fact you're naturally thin, but if you don't get some kind of protein in your system, all that workout and exercise will do more harm than good."

"I know, I know," she desperately tried, knowing her health should be on the top of the list but other responsibilities had taken over her already stressed mind. "I just forgot this time is all."

"And the same for all the times since you were fifteen. Fifteen Chrone. That's about eight years of forming that kind of habit. You need to remember and remind yourself. Set up alarms to eat at the right times. I don't care if you just toss a piece of chicken on the pan and eat it like that - I know you're more than capable from all the cooking lessons Gio taught you - just as long as you get something that's more than 'a piece of toast' down your throat."

Chrone felt her heart break a tiny bit at the mention of her instructor-slash-lover. She had been employed to help the young Aefent learn to cook from the most luxurious dishes down to survival methods. That incident those many years ago had taken more than just people from her - it had taken half of her heart and soul away. Even if she still had the same skill and dexterity since then, nothing tasted the same or looked the same. "...alright, I'll make something when I get online. If your friends ask, tell them I'm busy and I'll be back in a bit."

"See that you keep that promise Chrone. I'll talk to you online." The familiar beeps of the end of the call prompted her to migrate from the couch to her desk on the other side of the room. Chrone loved Saurora dearly - as dearly as any sister would for her siblings. She herself had no sisters, no cousins, no aunts or uncles, not one person to call her own 'family.' When Saurora had lost her older sister, they immediately bonded and when they lost so many close to them, the pair would have been mistaken for legitimate sisters. It really did feel like having an older sister around (Chrone was at least three or four years her junior) but the mental maturity seemed to have flipped around between the two in most cases.

In this case though, they were both equally avid gamers when not busy with their assignments and duties. And Chrone could feel some of her tension already fade away as she logged onto the servers.

This should be fun.

A/N: So it's been a bloody long time since I actually wrote on here and forgot how the system works. For those of you who read the mismanaged version of it, I apologize. It should be fixed now - I'll remember how it works for the near future.

No Elsa or Anna or anybody else just yet. They'll be coming in the next chapter, I promise.

Feel free to leave any comments or reviews for me. I'm always looking to improve my writing in any way possible. :]