Author's note: I have a few ideas for some Frozen one-shots and I decided to post them as a collection instead of individual stories, so if people like them they can follow this story and be alerted when a new chapter is posted.

Most of the stories are going to focus on Anna and Elsa, but Kristoff and other characters will also be featured. You can read the stories as part of a group or skip to the ones that you are interested in. Be warned, they will not be posted in chronological order, but rather the order they are completed in. Enjoy!

Summary: The morning after the accident that nearly took her life, Anna wakes up to some changes around the castle. She wants to see her big sister and tell her about the dream she had the night before.

Kissed by a Troll

Princess Anna was sleeping soundly when she was awoken by the gentle rousing of her mother's touch.

"Anna dear, it's time to wake up."

Anna rolled over and pulled the covers tightly around her. The warm bed felt so good and she was not yet ready to get out of it.

"Anna." Her mother continued shaking her.

"Please Mama, can't I have a little longer?"

"You have already got to sleep in an extra hour." She pulled the covers off of her daughter. "Now get up. You are not spending the whole day in bed."

Anna groaned and sat up. When she did she realized that something was off.

"What am I doing in your bed?" Anna asked. She knew she had gone to sleep in her own bed the night before and had not been aware of being moved during the night.

"We moved you in here, while you were sleeping last night. Your sister is not feeling well."

"Elsa's sick?" Her sister seemed fine last night. Anna had tried to wake her up in the middle of the night to play, but Elsa had shoved her off the bed and told her to go play by herself. Anna had tried that for a few minutes before she decided playing alone was boring and went back to bed.

It was unusual for Elsa to be unreceptive to her little sister's antics, but she had not seemed ill, just sleepy. Whenever Anna was sick, Elsa would always sit with her little sister and read to her. She always nursed Anna back to health and she wanted to return the favor.

"I'm going to check on her," Anna announced.

"No!" Her mother exclaimed, and then she calmly added, "Your sister needs to rest."

"But I have to go in there any way to get ready. Can't I just speak to her for a few minutes?"

"No Anna, she could be contagious. You can get ready in our room today."

"What does conagious mean?"

"Contagious." Her mother corrected her. "And it means you could catch whatever is making Elsa sick if you are around her. I will get your dress, while Gerda does your hair." Her mother left and a minute later Gerda came in.

"Your Highness, have a seat." Gerda sat Anna in front of a mirror and started brushing out the tangles in her hair.

"Stay still, will you," Gerda instructed the squirming little princess. Anna could hardly help all the moving, Gerda was not exactly gentle. "What do you do to get your hair so tangled child? You must toss and turn all…oh, what's this?" She asked finding the white streak in Anna's hair.

"What's what?"

"This white streak in your hair, where did it come from?"

"What do you mean? I've always had it." Anna said wrapping the streak around her finger. There was something important about the white streak and a dream she had the night before, but she could not remember.

Gerda stared at Anna dumbfounded. "Your Highness, I've been brushing your hair since you grew your first few strands and I've never seen that white streak before."

"What about Anna's hair?" Her mother asked as she re-entered the room carrying Anna's dress.

"Mama, haven't I always had this white streak?"

Her mother seemed surprised by what Anna said for a moment before she quickly responded. "Yes, of course, you have." Seeing the confused look on the servant's face she added, "I mean the streak hasn't always been so noticeable. It started as just a few strands, but Anna's right. She has always had it. Why don't I finish with her? I think you are needed in the kitchen, Gerda."

When she left, Anna asked her mother about the streak. "Mama, why does Gerda think my streak is new?"

"Oh, you know…when we get older our eyes start to fail us. She probably never noticed it before. I wouldn't think anything about it."

As her mother finished brushing her hair, Anna stared at her reflection. She knew she must have looked at the white streak hundreds of times in the past, but it still felt like she was seeing it for the first time. What was that dream she had about the streak? She could vaguely remember there had been a troll in the dream. As she thought about the dream, it all came back to her.

"Mama are trolls real? Oww!" She cried as her mother suddenly caught the brush on a tangle.

"Sorry…Why do you ask about trolls?"

"I had a dream about a troll last night."

"Trolls are only legends, honey. Now get dressed and hurry along to breakfast. Dr. Engström will not be pleased with you if you miss all your morning lessons."

Anna inwardly groaned. Dr. Engström was her tutor and when she wasted time, he made her practice her handwriting by copying entire pages out of books. 'A princess must have pristine penmanship,' he always told her whenever she complained about the punishment.

She took the dress off the chair where her mother had laid it out and was surprised by the way it felt.

"It's freezing."

"Oh…I'm sorry…the window was open. It must have been in a draft all night. I know it's cold, but after you wear it for a few seconds it will feel fine."

Anna reluctantly put on the dress. The rest of her morning did not go much better. She found the normally cozy palace seemed more like a prison with the gates closed, as well as all the doors and the windows.

When she asked her mother about the change all she said was, "We can never be too careful."

Then at breakfast, she learned that her favorite cook (the young woman who always saved her a few extra pieces of chocolate) had been dismissed along with about half the palace staff. She wished Elsa felt better, they usually ate breakfast together and without her, the meal was no fun.

During Anna's lessons, she convinced Dr. Engström to let her write a quick note to her sister as part of her writing practice. When she finished she asked if she could take a break and deliver it in person.

"I am afraid you are going to have to wait. Your mother said your sister needs rest and insisted she is not to be disturbed."

Anna's face fell. She wanted to see her sister. It had only been a few hours since the last time she saw her, but still, she missed her company. Her day had been pretty miserable so far and she knew seeing Elsa would cheer her up.

Besides, if Elsa was sick Anna wanted to take care of her, the way Elsa always nursed her back to health whenever she was sick.

Now, I think we should get started on our Latin." Dr. Engström suggested.

Anna groaned and laid her head down on the table. Why couldn't she have been the sick one? At least then she could have gotten out of her lessons. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

"Your Highness, it is time we got back to work." Anna could tell from Dr. Engström's tone that she was getting dangerously close to penmanship practice. Still, she decided to push it.

"I don't feel good." She added her best attempt at a fake cough to try to confirm her story. "I think I must have caught whatever Elsa has."

Dr. Engström gave her a look that told her he was not convinced. "You seemed alright a few minutes ago. We should continue working and see if whatever it is passes."

"You shouldn't be around me. I might be contagious. I don't want…" She again tried to fake a cough. "to get…" cough… "you …" cough… "sick."

"I'm sure I will be fine." He told her, but she noticed the way he moved his tea to the very edge of the table away from her and how he had lightly slid to the other side of his chair.

"But I can't learn anything while I feel like this." She put her hand on her right temple. "My head hurts too much."

Dr. Engström sighed. "Wait right here. I'm going to get your mother."

Anna waited a whole thirty seconds after Dr. Engström departed (just to make sure the hallway was clear), then she grabbed Elsa's letter and darted towards the room they shared.

She practically crashed into the door as she quickly tried to enter, only to discover the door was locked. That was strange; they rarely locked this door. And why would she be locked out of her own room?

Not wanting to get caught in the hall she softly knocked on the door and whispered, "Elsa, It's me. Let me in."

When no answer came, Anna wondered if her sister was sleeping. She hated to wake her, but not as much as she hated possibly getting caught outside her door disturbing her.

"Elsa. Are you awake?" She knocked louder.

Still, no answer came. Anna crouched down and peeked under the door. Through the tiny gap, she could just make out a pair of feet pacing in front of the door."

"Elsa, I can see you moving." Forgetting to keep her voice down she whined, "Come on. Let me in."

"Anna, you should not be here." Her sister finally responded from the other side of the door.

"I don't care if you're contagious. I rather get sick too than do lessons all by myself. Come on, Dr. Engström is going to be back with Mama any minute. I told him I didn't feel good."

"Are you alright?!" Elsa asked urgently. "Does your head hurt?!"

"It's alright. Is that what you have, a headache?"

"Something like that," Elsa muttered. "You need to go, Anna!" She said in a stern tone that she had never before used with her little sister.

Anna was taken aback by her sister's tone. Even when she was annoying Elsa, she never talked to her like that.

"But I wrote you a letter to help you feel better. Can I at least give it to you?" Anna pleaded.

"Fine, but then you have to go." Anna's face lit up, until Elsa added the words, "Slide it under the door."

Anna slid the note under the door, but she stuck around hoping her sister would change her mind and let her in.

No invite came, but Elsa did ask. "Anna, what is this drawing of?

In addition to a short note wishing Elsa a quick recovery, Anna had included a crude drawing.

"Do you like it? It is you in me in and around us are a bunch our trolls"

From behind the door, it almost sounded like Elsa gasped, but Anna could not be sure.

"Why did you draw trolls?" From Elsa's voice, it was clear she did not like the picture.

"I had a dream about a troll last night." She said shyly. "In my dream, my head hurt really bad, but then an old troll came and kissed me on the forehead. When he did my head stopped hurting and in the spot where he kissed me it left a white streak like the one I have in my hair."

Anna could hear Elsa sniffling from the other side of the door. She must have a cold. Anna thought.

"Elsa, are you alright?" The silence that followed her question made Anna feel uneasy. She put her ear to the door, trying to hear if Elsa was still there. The sniffling told her she still was. "If you don't like that picture, I can draw you another one. Maybe after my lessons, I can come and sit with you and keep you company, like you always do whenever I'm sick. I hope you will feel better then. It's been so boring without…"

"Anna!"

Anna jumped at the angry voice coming from behind her. She turned to see her mother standing with Dr. Engström and neither looked too pleased with her.

"You were told not to bother your sister!" Her mother said sternly.

"But I think I may have caught Elsa's cold." Anna tried to lie, but she could see from her mother's face that had been a mistake.

"You have not caught anything from your sister and you know I do not appreciate dishonesty. It is unbecoming of a young lady and most certainly a princess. Now, you are going to go back to your lessons and after you are done, you are to go immediately to the library and spend the rest of the afternoon practicing you Latin and French."

Anna opened her mouth to protest, but before she had a chance to say anything her mother added, "And I do not want to hear any argument."

"Yes, Mama," Anna said with her eyes cast towards the floor.

As she walked back with Dr. Engström, she had to listen to him lecture her as well about her lie. She tried to nod at the appropriate times and look apologetic, but she was barely listening.

Anna kept thinking about Elsa. Her sister seemed upset about something. And Anna could not shake the feeling that she had somehow done something wrong and now Elsa was mad at her.

Maybe she was angry at Anna for waking her up last night when she was not feeling well. She had thought Elsa had gone right back to sleep, but maybe she had caused her to get sick. She wished she could apologize, but she knew better than to bother her again.

Maybe tomorrow Elsa would be better and she could tell her how sorry she was and do something to make it up to her. She hoped then Elsa would forgive her and everything would go back to normal.

Author's note: Thanks for reading. I wish I could tell you when I will be updating again, but that will mostly depend on how busy I am. Until then, you can always check out my other Frozen FanFiction, Thawed Hearts. It is also a one-shot.