It has been such a short time since I have learned how to control my powers, if one could call it control. I still preferred my solitude. I am still prone to injuring those around me. My people still fear me, though they do not blame me for what I cannot control. They will greet me when I am out, but it is highly unlikely for them to stop by simply to exchange plesantries. Perhaps that is why, when I heard an unrhytmic knock on my door, the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight into the air. "Hello?" I called out softly, looking up from the stacks of paperwork cluttering my old desk.

"Queen Elsa?" The voice was masculine, and though it seemed familiar, I couldn't quite place it. I grabbed the excess of my dress in my left hand, rising from the uncomfortable wooden chair on which I sat for hours at a time, and walked to the door.

With a bit of hesitation as I touched the handle, I sucked in a breath of air and opened it slowly. "Kristoff?" To say I was surprised was an understatement, and I felt myself lurch backwards unvoluntarily. Anna had introduced us the day I had ended the freeze, and we had not hit it off. He blamed me for all the troubles of Anna's life, which he was mostly correct in doing, and I blamed him for allowing her to run after me, nearly getting herself killed.

"Have you seen Anna?" He asked, dipping his head in some sort of oddly-fashioned bow.

I shook my head slowly. "I have not. I was under the impression she was to be spending the day with you. Yet again."

"She was. She likes spending time with someone who doesn't shoo her away." He chided, and my eyebrow creased in irritation.

"What do you want from me, Kristoff?" I asked, grabbing the excess of my dress in my hands once again, turning on my heel and walking back towards my work desk.

I heard him approaching, but I had not been prepared for his large hand to reach out and grab my shoulder, spinning me to turn and look at him. I gasped, in shock and fear, and stumbled backward. Ice froze beneath me, and I took a breath, trying to gather myself. "Elsa, I've checked everywhere. I can't find her. Anna is... Missing."

"Calm down, Kristoff. She is probably just resting in her bedroom. She has had an eventful few days."

"Her bedroom, right. I, uh, didn't think to check there." He mumbled, stuttering a bit as he backed towards the door.

I rolled my eyes, following him. "You did not think to check her bedroom?" I repeated. If I had been his friend, I perhaps would have found amusement in it, but instead I found only stupidity.

"No, I didn't. She always talks about how much she hates that room. I wouldn't expect her to spend more time in their freely, considering it's where she was forced to spend most eighteen years of her life."

He always knew just what to say to shut me up, and this remark was no different. I lifted my chin in the air, looking away from him as we walked down the hall. We were close enough that the maids could pass without cutting through us, but far enough way to make sure we would not accidentally brush against each other.

Her room was up the stairs and at the far right end of the hall, and I was pleased that Kristoff had to follow my lead to find it. "Anna?" I called, knocking lightly against the door, my blue gloves standing out against the pale colour of her door. "You are worrying your boyfriend sick. You may want to come out."

No answer. Kristoff and I shared a slightly quizzical look as I knocked again, this time using enough force to push it open. "Anna?" Kristoff shouted, shouldering past me as he entered the room.

You could tell, immediately, that there was something wrong.

Her bed was unmade, as per usual, but the comforter was below the window, as though she had been trying to hold onto it to keep someone from pulling her away. I ran to this, panicking as I noted the window was open, and the fabric from Anna's night dress had been torn and was wedged into the crumpling window pane.

"Elsa..." Kristoff said, his voice in a panic. I spun around, my expression matching his. He was holding a note in his large hands, which he was now extending to me. I crossed the room in three large strides, ripping it from his hands and tearing it open.

It said almost nothing, but it said enough to freeze the blood in my veins. We have her. You want her back. We do not want your money or your jewels. We want your power. If you do not give us what we want, your sister will be the one we take our anger out on. Meet us on the South Mountain four days from now, Queen Elsa. -Your Friends

I felt Kristoff's eyes boring into me as I looked up from the note, my hands shaking. "What do we do?" I asked aloud, and that snapped him from his reverie.

His light brown eyes turned to my blue ones. "I'm going after her."

"I am coming with you." I stated firmly, watching as he rolled his eyes, his face morphing into a look of disbelief.

"No. You'll slow me down."

"She is my sister, Kristoff."

"Some sister, shutting her out for eighteen years."

I felt like he had just punched me as hard as he could, and I tried to keep it from showing, but I felt the ice trapped in my glove. "I am going."

"Fine." He muttered through gitted teeth. "Meet me at the front gates in half an hour." He didn't give me a chance to rebute, and I was so taken aback by someone giving me orders for once, that I probably would not have said anything anyway.

He was waiting for me when I arrived, shouldering a rather large bag filled with a few items of food and water, as well as a sleeping bag. Though I was rarely affected by the cold, I still opted for wearing a long-sleeved, cloack-adorned shirt and jacket, and thick, bearskin pants matched with leather boots.

Kristoff was wearing the same outfit he normally did when venturing to the cold, and he nodded to me, albeit curtly, as I approached he and Sven.

"How can you just leave the kingdom?"

"I have chosen someone to stand in my place, should the need arise."

"Do you really think that's smart?"

"It is my only option, Kristoff." I retorted, already frustrated with his attitude as I readjusted the weight on my back. A stablehand brought me my horse there after, and I struggled a bit as I mounted. I smiled as I did- It has been ages since I was able to ride, without fear of freezing the creature.

Kristoff seemed to notice my excitement, and kept whatever comments he had to himself as he climbed into the sleigh hooked up to Sven. "Do you have any idea on where we are going?" I asked, tucking a strand of pale hair behind my ear.

"No clue. South mountain, I'm aiming for just going south for now." He smirked, and I felt a smile tug at my lips. He gave Sven a command and the two took off.

My steed, Robinhood, followed quickly after. I gasped and wove my fingers into his mane as he galloped away, not quiet used to the feeling. Still, I urged him faster. I had to find my sister.

I had to.

Author's Note- So I've been wanting to write a sort of sequel to Frozen, and now that I have some time, I've decide I should. I have been writing a bit ahead, so I should have a part every day or every other day- I am actually quite excited about this story! It is mostly going to focus on Elsa, Kristoff and a character that will come into play not in the next chapter, but likely the one thereafter. I am debating on whether or not to write a few little chapter's from Anna's point of view, which I may do if I run into some writer's block or have a time crunch before/after work/riding my horses or something... Anywho I am just rambling now. Thank you for reading! Follows/reviews/everything means the world to me!

NOTE: I am looking for a spell check/grammar check god or goddess, if anyone wants to volunteer for that, aha.

Carry on my wayward readers.~