I don't remember much about my life before Elsa shut me out for thirteen years, and she has told me that most of my memories are false ones anyways, since my memory had been erased. But she has told me some things about what happened in the past...
It was Elsa's seventh birthday, and the kingdom had thrown a party for her. She had sucked in a breath to blow out the candles and make her wish. But when she let it out, instead of blowing out the candles, they froze. Everyone was surprised to see that, but my shock soon became excitement.
"Do that again, Elsy! Do it again!" I exclaimed, making everyone laugh. I was only three or four at the time, so I couldn't quite say Elsa's name. Elsa moved her fingers around, surprised by what her new powers could do. She showed what she had made - a perfect snowflake - then threw it up into the air, making it snow. I danced around gleefully, happy to see it snowing. It had been a hot summer so far, so this little snowfall was able to cool us all down.
"Be careful, Elsa," our father told my sister.
"I know, Papa. I will," Elsa promised, before running downstairs. I followed her, along with all of the other kids, and watched as she turned the floor in the ballroom become an ice rink. We all became adjusted to the rink and skated for the rest of the party time.
A little over a year later, I woke up to a bright light coming from outside. I ran over to the window to see the Northern Lights hanging high in the sky. There was no way I would be able to sleep with those bright lights. I turned my head to see my sister was still sleeping. I crawled over to her bed and poked my head over the bedside.
"Elsa," I whispered, then climbed onto the bed. "Pst, Elsa!" I was now on her back and shaking her up and down. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
"Anna, go back to sleep," Elsa groaned. I turned and plopped down on her back.
"I just can't! The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!" Elsa moved, and I looked down at her the best that I could, hoping she would play. But instead, she pushed me off.
"Go play by yourself!" She said as I slid off the bed. I landed on my bottom, trying to think of a new idea. Then, it dawned on me. I climbed up onto the bed, on top of her, and lifted up her eyelid.
"Do you want to build a snowmaaaan?" I asked in a mischievous way. The moment I released her eyelid, they popped back open. I knew that would get her up and motivated. I ran over to the door and put on my boots. Once Elsa was ready, I grabbed her arm and pulled her down the stairs. "Come on, come on, come on!" I exclaimed. We reached the ballroom, and we closed the doors behind us. I pulled her along. "Do the magic, do the magic!" I requested. The moment I let go of her, she created a snowball with her powers. "Oh!" I said, still amazed by her powers.
"Ready?" She asked. I nodded my head excitedly. She tossed the snowball in the air, and it blasted into a million snowflakes.
"This is amazing!" I shouted as it showered down on us. I ran around Elsa, and when I faced her again, she looked atme with as much enthusiasm.
"Watch this!" She said, before stomping her foot against the wood floor. Within seconds, it became ice, and I began sliding across it. The sliding didn't stop until I tripped slightly and fell into the snowpile. I laughed and walked out of the pile.
"Come on, Elsa! Let's build a snowman!" I said, and began making a large ball of snow. I didn't stop until it was about my size. I picked it up with all of my strength and carried it over to Elsa, who had already made the bottom part. I placed mine on top of it, lying completely across it. Elsa rolled up one more snowball, although this one was a little deformed. She placed it on the snowman, then thought for a minute.
"Wait here," she instructed, before walking over to one of the walls. I climbed onto the chair in the room and impatiently waited for her to come back. When she did, she carried a couple sticks, a carrot, and a few buttons. She put them all on the snowman before turning it to face me. "Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!" She said, but I just clapped my hands and ran up to the snowman.
"I love you, Olaf!" I exclaimed, hugging him. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a big smile from Elsa. I let go of the snowman's head, and tried pulling him with his stick arms. "Come on, Olaf! Let's skate!" I said, still trying to pull him.
"Let me help you with that," Elsa offered, before putting her back up against the snowman and creating ice rockets. I slid across the ice rink, holding Olaf's stick arms, as if I was the one pulling him along.
"Olaf!" I said, getting a laugh from Elsa in return. I noticed a snowpile that would look like a good slide, and let go of Olaf. "Come on, Elsa!" I called, running across the ice (although it was more like sliding, since I couldn't keep my balance). When I reached the snowpile, I tried climbing up it, but it was too steep and powdery.
"Here, let me help you," Elsa offered. She walked over and created a staircase to help us both get up. When we reached the top, I sat on her lap, and we slid down.
"Tickle bumps!" I said, before being let go of, and flying over into the snow pile a few feet away. I fell a little bit into it, but didn't mind. I threw some snow in the air, before climbing out and beginning to jump.
"Hang on!" Elsa said, creating a snowpile beneath me for me to land on.
"Catch me!" I told her, continuing to jump from one snowpile to the next. "Again!" I began going a little faster, thinking she could catch up.
"Wait! Slow down!" Elsa told me, but I ignored her. Not realizing that she had slipped, I leaped high into the air. "Anna!" Elsa cried, just before I was hit in the head and fell, unconscious.
The next thing I knew, I had woken up in my own bed as the sun rose. I sat up and looked around for Elsa, who was nowhere to be seen. I ran out into the hall and saw she was talking to Mom and Dad.
"Hi, Elsa!" I called, running up to hug her, but she walked away. "W-What's wrong?" I asked.
"Sweetie, just go back into your room. Go on," Mom instructed me. I wanted to argue with her, but found it pointless. As I sat on my bed, I watched as all of Elsa's stuff was moved out of the room. Once the last thing on her side was gone, I ran out of my room and down the hall to see what was going on, only to watch as Elsa looked at me and shut the door. I took in a deep, sad and confused breath, before looking down and walking sadly back into my bedroom. What was wrong with Elsa? No, what was wrong with me? Had I done something wrong? I couldn't understand it.
When dinnertime came around, Mom knocked on the door and walked in. "Anna, it's dinnertime," she said. Usually I would be happy and go rushing down, but not today.
"Will Elsa be there?" I asked hopefully, sitting up to look at her.
"Uh, no, sweetie. She has some important reading to do," she answered. I sighed and slid off my bed to go into the dining room. I slowly ate my dinner, usually playing with my food, despite all the criticizing my dad gave me about it. When I went to bed, I couldn't help but realize how empty the room was now that Elsa wasn't here. Why did she have to leave? She never had any problems with making she got her reading in throughout the day before. When morning came around, I was very lazy, not wanting to do much without my sister around. Although my mom would play games with me, and read me bedtime stories, it still wasn't the same.
One day, I dared to ask my mom, "Why did Elsa have to leave?"
"Because she had more important things to do than play around all day," Mom answered.
"But playing never stopped her from doing reading or anything," I protested. "I miss her." I began to cry, but my mom hugged me and began singing a lullaby, telling me everything would be fine, and that Elsa would come out soon to play with me again. Ii slowly fell asleep, and she tucked me into bed.