(these author notes are left unchanged, just a reminder, I, Lord Redmoon, AM Salathi, This is just my more recent and more active account which I am changing all stories over too.)

(Old) Author's Note: Hey there peeps, I have had this story in mind for a few days now and I finally sat down and started it. Please Please Please let me know what you guys think and if you would like more I will still be working on my main story "Thawed Hearts" regardless so don't worry about that.

Author's Warning: Vampires, werewolves, blood, incest (Elsanna), smut, and some violence.

My Awesome beta reader: Heroism as he is known on fanficiton has put forth is almighty skill to make sure that this piece of work is free of grammatical errors. He has also had many helpful pieces of advice to improve my writing in general.

Cover art: I have a piece in mind but I am waiting for a reply from the artist for permission. If I do receive permission I will upload it right away.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Disney characters, nor the story of frozen.

Frozen Blood

Chapter 1: The Admirer

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"Brrr, it's cold tonight!" I hissed to myself, pulling my forest green cloak tighter around my shoulders as I walked back towards Arendelle castle. I had snuck out again this night as I had done every Saturday the last year.

I spent most of these Saturday nights in local taverns mingling with the townspeople, playing and singing them songs as they enjoyed themselves after a long hard week in their respective trades. But I never drank, well at least not after my experience the first night when I found out that ale tasted horrible; plus, well I didn't really have any money to spend. I may have been a princess, but as I was supposed to be staying in the castle all the time—I didn't really have any pocket money. I enjoyed playing for them, sometimes with my violin, my flute other times. To all who heard me I was a young bard who decided to make my home in Arendelle little over a year ago.

Little did they know I was really Princess Anna of Arendelle. Barely anyone had really seen my sister that much since we were both very young, before the castle gates were locked. There was little chance of anyone realizing I was of royal blood by my appearance, though the risk was there and I continued to risk it every time I went out. But the human contact was pretty much a necessity, frankly.

As I neared the castle I moved off the path and down under the bridge. There was a stone path just an inch or two under the water that could be used to cross the waterway. Once across there was a protruding stone that when pushed it opened the wall just enough for me to slip inside. Then there was just a single path with no turns until it came out behind a painting in the castle's painting gallery, a place I spent much of my time anyways, talking to the paintings on the walls as if they were real people. As I made my way back I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift back to the coronation of my sister Elsa not even two nights ago.

She had looked wonderful in her teal dress and purple cape; in every way like a perfect Queen. Her skin was a wonderful porcelain white and her beautiful platinum blond hair had been in an elegant braid around her head. However, Elsa eyes had confused me. I always remembered them as a deep, glacier blue color which they had indeed been for the majority of the night. But when I first saw her that night and also when the Duke of Weselton had taken me to dance, I could swear her eyes flashed a deep red with gold outlining. It was beautiful in a way that made my heart race and pulse quicken, but rather disturbing at the same time.

The coronation and after-party had gone perfectly as well, no doubt thanks to my perfect sister once again. And though I danced with many men at the party, none had asked me to dance a second time and they all stumbled away as if they had spun me around too much and had become dizzy, or they had had too much to drink, which I suppose was possible.

All the guests had left in their ships the following morning and the castle once was again empty, lonely and cold. My sister had even shut herself up again, either in her room or her study and I hadn't seen her since that night. It had been the first time I had laid eyes on her for 13 years.

I pulled myself from my thoughts as I entered my room and changed into a light blue night gown, undoing my twin braids and letting my wild red hair free. I ran a finger along the single streak of blonde. I remembered how I got it, and I also knew I wasn't supposed too but a few months after my parents died I started to have dreams, each more vivid than the last, until I woke up one morning and remembered everything. I had immediately gone to Elsa and pleaded for her confirm with me. I told her I remembered everything, that I didn't blame her for any of it and that I was so sorry for all the years we had been separated because of it. To my great surprise and even greater sorrow, All I received as an answer was the deadpan reply of "Go away, Anna."

I sighed deeply and flung myself down on my large bed, crawling under the covers and nestling my head into the pillows. I forced my mind to go blank as best as I could until I fell asleep.

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My fangs grew as I smelled the blood of my sister. She had cut her arm very slightly on a chipped table edge in the tavern tonight, and her blood called out to me. I shouldn't be here! I shouldn't be here! I shouldn't be here! I told myself sternly as I did every Saturday night, but I never listened to myself. I couldn't not be here, regardless of whether I should or not, and though I wanted her blood, I was in control. It was only on these Saturday nights after following my sister in the shadows—always keeping her in my sight, but never being seen by her—that I hunted. And it was because I hunted that I could even be around my sister. Each Saturday night, I would wait for her to leave through her 'secret' exit under the castle bridge and I would follow her wherever she went, which most nights was the local tavern. I always hunted just after dusk so that my thirst was firmly in-hand before my sister ever left the castle.

The nights spent listening to Anna's music were the best nights of my existence. I couldn't really say my life; not anymore, anyway. For I was dead. I knew I was because I was the one who had killed me. But Anna's voice and her music sooths me in such a way that I find it hard to even describe, and sometimes I would swear I actually felt warm for once. Though, as I have always been cold, I am not sure if what I feel is truly what heat feels like.

"You're beautifuller," Anna mumbled gently and rolled over. I was quickly pulled from my thoughts as I watched her to see if she would wake. When she didn't, I smiled as it seemed apparent where my sister's dreams had taken her.

Coronation Day. Oh Gods, how I had been so afraid of that day. Not because of my ice powers (those have been under control for almost two years now), but because of Anna. What if she guessed what I was? Or, worse, what if she got too close and I lost control of myself? Those were the only thoughts going through my mind when I first saw her on that day, for Anna's blood called to me in a way no one else's had ever done in the few years since I awoke from death. I had fed excessively on the local wildlife that night to ensure that I wasn't at all thirsty. It was an unreasonable fear, I know; I had spent many evenings in Anna's chambers and had resisted, but, for some reason, two nights ago I had been exceptionally worried.

And not just worried, I thought as I fought to hold in a giggle, I had been very protective of my little sister. I refused to think that I was jealous, but deep down I knew how much I had been. I watched her dance with many men—I had seen the desire for my sister on each of their faces—and I couldn't help but catch their eye and use one of my new abilities to make them forget her and walk away. It was at the end of each dance, of course, so as not to raise any confusion and risk them being rude to my sister by leaving mid-dance.

Anna rolled over again so she was facing me. This time her face was relaxed and beautiful in the throes of sleep, and I moved forward slowly until I was kneeling at the side of her bed, my face only a few inches from her own. With great effort of will, I forced my fangs to retract and I held my breath; and though the heat from her body and the sound of her heart still tempted me, it was her scent that drove me crazy.

And thus in control, at least for the moment, I leaned forward and softly kissed Anna on her forehead, each cheek, and lastly her nose. This caused her head to shift slightly and a soft mumble of "fiwve mire munute" to tumble from her throat, to which I smiled broadly and leaned in towards her ear and whispered—

"I love you, Anna," as I did with every one of these visits. Just before I pulled away, Anna spoke, still in her dreaming voice, but crystal-clear.

"I love you too, Elsa." This caused me to jerk away in fear that I had awoken her, but her face was still relaxed in sleep, her eyes closed and her breathing even.

I left her room that morning just before dawn with a very large smile on my face.

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I awoke the next morning from a pretty strange dream. Elsa had been in my room all night, she had said she loved me and then she spent the night singing softly over me a complete repeat of what I had played and sang at the tavern the night before. It was a good dream even if completely impossible. Elsa didn't want anything to do with me, she never even wanted to see me.

There was soft knock on the door as I was getting up & dressed and I quickly finished sliding the dark blue dress over my head, straightening it out before answering:

"Come in."

Gerda came bustling in with a large object wrapped in brown paper and a big smile on her face.

"Another one has come, Your Highness."

My own face broke into a wide grin at this. Another gift from my secret admirer! The first had been left by the front door of the castle wrapped in brown paper just like this one. It only had my name on it and the contents had been an entire crate of expensive chocolate. The following morning another had been left in the same spot, though it had been much smaller than the first—it contained a beautifully carved ebony box inside of which sat a pure silver necklace in the shape of a snowflake. It was absolutely beautiful and amazingly detailed. It had the small pattern of crossed roses on the back that marked it as a piece of Rosemary's work; the finest, and most expensive, jewelry artisan in Arendelle.

Now to find out what I got this morning, I thought excitedly.

Gerda handed the large object over and I was surprised to find that, though it was a few feet in height and length, it was only an inch or two thick. A painting perhaps?

As I unwrapped the object I found that it was indeed a painting, and a wonderful piece at that. It was an image of myself in the gardens by the pond where I often sat to feed the ducks that came in the summer. My back was to the viewer and it was as if I was being looked at from above. Everything about it was accurate, from the placement of the trees and flowers; even the shape of the stones in the stone stepping path through the garden. I know because I've spent so much time studying them all in my days of boredom.

"It's beautiful." Gerda said from behind me. I never even noticed the move that put her behind my shoulder.

"It is." I said in wonder as I raised the painting higher and moved around the room trying to find a place for it on the wall. After a few minutes I decided on the empty space above my bed's headboard.

"Gerda, can you have this placed on the wall here?" I asked, gesturing to the spot as I handed the painting to her and in doing so I saw a small note attached to the back of it. I reached for it quickly and pulled it free so that Gerda didn't notice.

"Of course, Your Highness. It will be up by the time you return from breakfast," Gerda replied and quickly left the room, painting in hand.

As soon as Gerda was out of the room I opened the note and read:

From my hand and heart to my princess with all my love

There was no signature, which caused me to sigh. I guess I wasn't going to learn who my secret admirer was today.

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I was sitting in one of the high windowsills of the royal dining hall, looking down at Anna as I did every morning. She never looked up, but even if she had she would not be able to see me. I always made a wall of snow behind me to block out any light from this particular window, and used my other gifts to wrap myself in shadows; to be unseen by anyone who might decide to look up this way.

Anna was dressed in a lovely, dark-blue dress, her fire-red hair in its usual twin braids, and most noticeably, at least to me, was the silver snowflake around her neck. Seeing my gift around her neck caused the same warmth to spread through my cold body as had yesterday, and I prayed that I would always see it around her neck.

A stir of hunger flared in my stomach as I watched her, my beautiful sister, and I briefly shifted my sense to the birds outside, sensing one very close—a very large a goose, perhaps. I willed my snow to encase and suffocate the creature. I then drained its blood, letting it funnel through a small ice tube to pour into a goblet of ice in my hand. The first few times I did this, it had bothered me greatly, but I have long-since grown past such feelings. It was either animals or people, and I refused to kill another person. One was far too many to have killed, merely because I couldn't handle the thought of drinking blood. The smell of animal blood in my hands was nothing like that which was drifting from my sister below and I almost gagged at the comparison; but I forced myself to drink. I needed to keep my thirst satisfied if I was to stay in control.

I only want her more and more each day, I thought sadly. It was only a matter of time before I would no longer be able to stand being around her and I would truly have to keep us apart—as apart as she believed we already were—for her sake.

(old) Author Note: I know this chapter was short however I wanted to create a little "introduction" to a story I have been thinking about for a few days now. Please let me know what you guys think, and if you want more. If this piece receives some attention I will start working on it alongside my other work "Thawed Hearts."