I own none of these characters of course.

This is the first fanfiction Ive written. Feel free to criticise.

I am currently debating whether I want to have this be a oneshot or multi chapter.

Im unsure how I feel. Let me know what you think, and thank you.

Her hands were shaking, again. Little nine year old Elsa had been forced awake by a sound that she couldn't quite pin down. She breathed coolly for a moment and sat up from her bed. Nighttime. The palace seemed dead. Nothing new then. She looked around the room, breathing, taking each breath as a sip of water. Breathing, just breath. Finally she looked to the door and the sweat in her palms went swiftly cold. That door.

The day after the accident, when the lock became common with the door and the hinges tightened, Elsa had just spent her first night sleeping alone almost since she was born. The door remained silent. Food was brought wordlessly from time to time, with little fuss. A surreal change of pace, she thought. But the door was quiet. She had, despite her fear, became accustomed to the door over the course of the day. Then the knocking occurred. Like a sudden deadline, it dropped itself into the room. The door was not talking. It was Anna, dear Anna. The younger sibling said something incoherent but the sound of her voice fired the previous mornings events to the front and center of Elsas mind. No, Don't talk Anna. Something like grief washed over her. The knocking persisted. Her reclling became clearer. She grew to a pitch of anger then instantly regretted it. She literally bowed to her knees, her head and neck seeming off balance. She began to drown in her thoughts without the past heights to reclaim her. Still there was knocking, the tone of innocence, the drowning. Don't talk Anna. I love you but please, don't talk. Don't knock. Come in, while theres time. She constructed this monologue despite the rapping at the door. Then, with a sudden blank heart, the little girls eyes watered as she said her name aloud.

"Anna"

She waited with her defences failing. Silence. A silence that was so loud. Anna had gone. Come back, I wont ever hurt you anymore but please come back, I was ready. Her vocal chords froze inwards, not another word said. She had missed her chance. Stupid girl. Guilt and shame ruled her thoughts, her being, whenever she returned to the first succeeding day. Guilt over her indecision when it counted, when her voice was willing, she failed herself, but far more, she failed Anna. There the shame would lie, forever festering. If she would only open the door.

But Anna no longer worried her, at least not at all times. The door protected her, oppressed her. Some days she would waken (Or nights, the clock no longer mattered) to find the door comforting, with its ornate paintjob and its aged but strong wood matching the room around her, paint and all. Its hues defended her from the universe, protected her from it, kept her from it. Kept Anna from her, as it should be. Other times, she hated it. The way it spoke to her, the way it attacked her walls and brought her back to the first day. When the tears were not enough, Elsa would throw them at the door. It thawed quickly. Too quickly. Silly girl, she thought. Once more ice would claim the door. And again, and again. Channelling all thought to its annihilation. How dare it separate her from Anna, from her sibling. Then her Hands would shake, her nails would chatter, clattering against one another as she felt so strained from the uncontrolled effort. Weakened, she would sleep, tired and feeling pathetic.

She looked once more at the damned door, with its discoloured palette and flaky ailing oar. It was silent and neither she or the door said a word.

Then, the doors knob tentatively but stridently turned.