A/N: Just to explain some things, Elsa ran off but Hans managed to convince Anna not to go after her. So Anna and Hans got married and ten years later Hans dies in a tragic accident and Anna goes looking for her sister. Anna finds that Elsa has been driven insane by her self-induced solitude. This is a One-shot! But, if you want to expand yourself, you can use the idea or even change some minor things, I don't mind. Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen and I don't own the cover art!
She heard a noise. A noise. Her breathing was as soft as fallen snow. She hadn't heard a noise other than breathing for thirteen years. Knock knock-knock knock! Knocking. That was familiar like something from a land forgotten. It was usually accompanied by a beautiful voice she remembered.
"Elsa?"
Ah, there it was.
"Hello?"
Elsa didn't move. Maybe if she was still this phantom would stay the night and remind her of what once was. Even solitary confinement with words outside was welcome. Wow, looking back on being shut in as the good old days was sad. She was free now. Free. Pah. Freedom was life's great lie. She was tied still. She wanted the restraints gone.
"Elsa?"
The voice was closer now. The movement stirred her shaggy hair.
"Elsa, is- is that you?"
A hand touched a shoulder tentatively. Elsa looked up into the phantom of the past. She tilted her head. Her unused voice croaked,
"You are more real now than I have ever seen you. If I touch you, will you go away like so many before? Or will you stay?"
That possibility was almost as frightening.
"I will stay."
A tear fell.
"How could I leave you like this?"
Another. Elsa lifted her hand and touched the shimmery thing before it fell. It froze and gleamed in the light from the door.
"Don't cry, Conceal, don't feel. But it won't work, gloves will though."
The auburn haired beauty stared oddly pitied.
"Elsa, the winter... Can you unfreeze it?"
"Don't let my frost bite." Elsa giggled.
She looked at the ghost of the past.
"You are older. Then I remember you."
Anna frowned.
"Yes, seventeen and ignorant."
Elsa stared off into the distance.
"Smaller, do the magic. Cute and small, so small... So fragile one wrong move and 'poof!' Gone."
Anna stared.
"Elsa? Are you there?"
"No. Gone. 'Poof!' Gone."
Elsa giggled. The lady with the ginger hair in a bun sat.
"All this way for nothing."
Anna looked forlornly at Elsa.
"Do you want build a snowman?"
The reaction was immediate. Elsa flicked her fingers and snow flurried into a shape and stopped.
"Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs."
Elsa replied absentmindedly. Anna stared.
"What?"
"Go away, Anna."
Anna sighed and got up, and an ice cold hand grabbed her arm with a creak.
"Don't go."
Anna looked at the lost face of her older sister.
"Of course, I would never leave you." Else tilted her head. "But you did." Anna sat down, "And you came back."
Elsa leaned against her phantom. It was to good to be true. If it was still there in the morning who knew? Anna placed her arms around her sister buried her face in her blond hair and cried.