A/N:
Hi guys! This is my first fan fiction, so I hope you guys enjoy. Please notify me if I have any spelling or grammar issues. I hope you guys like it!
Prologue:
"Elsa, wake up!" Anna shook her sleeping sister. Elsa pulled her red hair over her face, sleepily opened her brown eyes and groaned. But Anna was persistent. "Elsa, wake up! The sky's awake, so I'm awake, and we have to play!" Elsa grunted and pushed her little sister off of the bed. Anna thought for a moment, and then a sneaky smile spread over her face. "Do you want to roast marshmallows?" she asked. Elsa's eyes opened wide. She couldn't resist Ana!
The two sisters ran down the empty halls of the palace until they reached the ballroom. Anna watched in awe as her sister formed a fire out of thin air. Elsa finished, and set the flames down on the floor. It built up into a magnificent campfire, and Anna, who had brought supplies, roasted marshmallows. After they feasted on the sweets, they decided to play.
"Shoot the fire!" little Anna squeaked. Elsa smiled again. She shot fire into the air from her bare hands, that exploded into a million sparks at the ceiling. It was like fireworks. They played games where Elsa shot fire into the air, and quickly turned it into smoke before Anna ran through it. Anna was having so much fun! She quickly ran through the flames, faster than Elsa could destroy them! Finally, Elsa couldn't keep up. Her arm slipped, and she accidentally shot a burst of flame out of her hand. It hit her tiny sister right in the head, and she fell. Elsa shrieked and ran to her side, just as their parents burst in, wide eyed at the smoking mess in front of them.
"Elsa!" their father, the king, cried. "This is getting out of hand!" Elsa was crying over her frail sisters' body.
"Please, it was an accident!" Elsa sobbed. The family ran to the stables, holding Anna. They rode on the palace horses into the summer forest. As they passed by a clearing, a little boy and his small horse watched. The little boy stood on his fire wood wagon and his horse trotted off behind the royal family. Finally they reached the clearing full of little rocks. Suddenly, the rocks started to rumble. In a moment, the rocks had all turned into trolls! The oldest one came forward and looked at her. He informed the family that she had been struck with the power of fire. He healed the girl, but she would have a reminder of it, a black stripe in her hair, forever.