This is a fanfic in honor of the DVD release of Frozen, which I just watched on Blu-Ray... with subtitles! Anyway, I don't own Frozen. Enjoy!

Although I had already been born, my life hadn't truly begun until I was six. True, I was the daughter of the king and queen of Arendelle. I had toys and games and riches… but what I had wanted my whole life (at least up until that point) was a sibling.

And sure enough, on my sixth birthday, my parents announced they were going to have another baby. I could hardly contain my excitement! For nine months, I was preparing for being a sister. Whenever my mother came in to teach me reading lessons, we would read books about taking care of young ones. "It's going to be a girl," I predicted one day.

"And how do you know?" Mama laughed. "You can't tell until it's born."

"I don't know. It just… seems like a girl."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, boys are usually big and strong. And your stomach isn't that big, so…" Mama laughed again.

After nine months passed, Mama had to go into the room with Papa and the midwife alone to give birth. I put my ear against the door and used one eye to see through the crack in it. I jumped up and down anxiously, played with my light brown hair, and stared at the clock in the hall. Three minutes… five… ten…

Finally, I heard wailing. All of a sudden, I was scared to go in. What if I wasn't ready for this? What if I couldn't be the big sister this new baby deserved?

The creaking of the opening door interrupted my thoughts. Papa stood in the doorway. "Julie?" he asked. "Are you ready to meet... your sister?" It was a girl! I nodded slowly and, taking my father's hand, stepped cautiously into my mother's bedroom.

Mama sat in the bed, holding the crying baby close to her chest. I couldn't help but stare in wonder at my sister... my sister... I tried it out in my head. It would take a bit to get used to, but it made me very happy.

"Would you like to hold her?" asked Mama. Still mesmerized, I nodded. I had never been this close to a baby before, yet alone held one! Papa sat me down in a nearby chair as he placed the baby into my arms. He positioned them properly, and then removed his hands. The infant had stopped crying as I held her.

It was then I fully took in how beautiful she was. Obviously, she was adorable because... well, she was a baby, but I mean beautiful. She had opened her eyes slightly. They were a bright blue, like mine. "What's her name?" I questioned.

"We decided to leave that up to you," Papa told me. Once again, I looked into the baby's blue eyes. She was beautiful... quiet (at least now she was)... tender... There had to be a name to fit someone like this. Without warning, I spoke the first thing that came to mind, "Elsa!" The baby blinked.

"Elsa," I repeated. She smiled... at least, I thought she did. My parents and I laughed, and I held her closer to me. "Do you know what, Elsa?" I said to the little baby. "I'm going to promise you something. I promise... that if someone ever tries to hurt you, I'll protect you. That if you're ever scared or sad, I'll comfort you. I'll take care of you no matter what, and... and I'll be your big sister... forever and for always."