Sisters: A Frozen fanfiction by Tedros E. Halo

"C'mon, Elsa! It'll be fun!" Anna grabbed at Elsa, trying to keep up with the queen as she darted around the hall. "It's a ball, for goodness's sake!"

"Anna," Elsa sighed, cautiously backing away from her younger sister, "whatever you do, I am NOT going in there."

"But-"

"You saw how they treated me last time," Elsa retorted, dodging around a marble pillar. "How do you know I'm not going to lose it again? What if I freeze something? Or someone? Even though I know how to undo it, it'll still be-"

"Boo." Anna giggled when Elsa jumped, and threw her arms around her sister's neck from behind her. "Don't worry! It'll be fun! Besides, I'm teaching Kristoff to dance, and you know how crazy that'll be!"

"Anna..." the queen warned, trying to slip the younger's arms off her shoulders.

"And there's chocolate, and guys, and fountains, and fondue, and-"

Elsa sighed again, flicking her wrist and freezing the ground under Anna's feet, causing the younger to slip and fall. "Look... I just don't think I'm ready yet."

"But why? It's a-"

"Ball! Yes! I know! I'm just..."

Anna's gaze softened, and she pushed herself up to her feet, standing in front of Elsa and meeting her gaze. "Afraid?"

Elsa swallowed. "Y...yes."

"But... It's a ball?" she tried half-heartedly. "Uh... A really, really, fancy, special, over-the-top ball?"

"Try again."

"It's super important that you attend so that Kristoff makes even more of a fool of himself?"

Elsa turned, ready to walk away, when Anna delivered the final nail to her sister's metaphorical coffin.

"It's your birthday party."

Elsa groaned. "Fine. I'll be there in twenty minutes.

Nineteen minutes and forty-three seconds later, Queen Elsa of Arendelle took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to the ballroom. For a few brief seconds, she went unnoticed, when who should yell her name than Anna.

"Hey everyone, look! It's Elsa!"

The queen mentally face-palmed, and pushed through a crowd of 'your highness!'s and 'm'lady's to shoot her sister a glare.

Anna winced. "Oops?"

Elsa shook her head, the corners of her mouth twitching, and took a seat at the throne, her sister sprawled on the armrest.

"I take it that Kristoff hasn't arrived?"

"Right on! I mean," Anna laughed, covering her mouth, "he did come in, but when he saw me, his face got all red and he turned around and bolted, yelling about the toilet. I mean, why'd he do that?"

Elsa eyed her sister's strapless, form fitting green dress, and managed, "I have no idea," before suppressing a smile behind her gloved hand.

Anna glanced over at the gloves, and reached for them hesitantly. "Are you gonna take them off?"

The queen shook her head, adjusting the golden circlet in her hair. "No. I mean, I think I have it, but... It's just to be safe."

Her sister's face fell, but it perked up as Kristoff walked in, completely normal, except for the fact that he was blushing furiously.

"Ooh! There he is! Alright, I'll be back soon, OK? Thanks!"

Elsa sighed, smiling at her sister's antics as she tried to show Kristoff where to put his hands when he danced (making him redden all the more), and then accidentally step on his feet when she started too soon.

"A glass of wine, m'lady?" A servant held out a platter of glasses filled with red wine towards the queen, bowing. "And my congratulations on your birthday, your highness."

Elsa accepted the wine, murmuring a "Thank you" before he bowed again and offered the tray to a dancing couple.

It was her birthday. She was twenty-two, a grown woman now, her parents dead for over four years. She had ruled a kingdom for one, raised a sister in three, and managed to finally control her powers.

But, she thought, sipping her drink, maybe things would have turned out different if I had just-

"Queen Elsa! My lady! Come quick!"

Elsa jolted out of her thoughts, placing her glass down on the edge of her throne. "What is it?"

The man beckoned her over across the hall, ushering her to the balcony. "We've discovered something! You need to see this!"

The queen rushed after him, ignoring the prickling of ice in her palms that came with fear. Carefully she stepped out onto the balcony, eyes darting around for anything out of the ordinary. "What is it-"

Suddenly, she felt the subtle shift of the man's arms in the icy air, saw his eyes dart towards her neck. With a lurch in her stomach, Elsa realized what this 'guard' had done.

It's a trap.

She backed up, trying to conceal her fear, when he struck, pinning her to the edge with his arm, knife pressed against her throat.

"My, what a wise little girl you are," he sneered. "Figuring me out before I had a chance to strike! But," the man continued, pressing until Elsa cried out, crimson beads appearing against her fair skin. "this kingdom needs a proper leader! Not a witch like you!"

He laughed, and as he prepared to draw his blade across her throat, there was a faint scream, a whistle of wind, and then-

Thud.

Elsa toppled forwards, the weight of the man gone, and collapsed to her knees, drawing shaky breaths. Seconds later, the imposter fell back, an arrow protruding from his shoulder, howling in pain. In the midst of it all, the queen could make out a tall figure binding his hands, while two warm arms drew her into a standing position.

Anna.

Kristoff.

They saved me.

Kristoff tried to smile, but it was obviously forced, as he pushed the snivelling man back into the ballroom. "Hey, you OK there?"

Elsa struggled to speak, and managed, "I think... I think so."

Draping her sister's arms around her, Anna whispered, "Some birthday present, huh?" The fear in her voice made her words shaky, but she put her arm around Elsa's waist, guiding her back to her throne, managing to avoid the stares of people.

"Here," Kristoff said, pushing her drink back into her hands. "Drink this. I'll be back after I deliver this traitor to Marshmallow."

Elsa managed a weak smile at the thought of her old friend realizing what the man had almost done.

"Hey," Anna whispered, steadying Elsa's hand. "What did he want?"

Elsa slowly sipped her wine, standing back up. "I shouldn't say. It's more of a... personal matter."

"Uh, I'm your sister. You can't get more personal than that!"

The queen brushed her off. "I'll deal with it. After all, you were here to enjoy the night with Kristoff. And," she started, remembering, "how did you know to look for me? And who on earth shot that arrow?"

Anna grinned half sheepishly, half nervously. "Uh... I might have stolen it from the Cupid bust over there," she muttered, pointing to a statue, minus the trademark bow. "I kinda... got this feeling to turn around, when I was fooling with the bow, like you were staring at me or reprimanding me, or something, and I saw you there, with that guy over you, and I panicked. I shot an arrow at the guy, and it was pure luck that thing hit him, it could've missed, or hit you and-"

Elsa cut her off. "It's OK."

"No! That's just it! It's not, alright? You almost died, Elsa! How do you think I felt when I had to shoot?! I was terrified! I thought you would, DIE! And you're still your perfect regal self, ready to face assassination any day!"

Elsa's eyes widened. "Anna, I-"

"Please!" Anna was near tears, smiles gone, nose to nose with her sister. "Don't ever, ever, EVER, give me a scare like that again!"

All eyes were on Elsa, the entire room silent at the outburst. Elsa, shocked, stuttered, "A-Anna..."

Then the wineglass slipped from her hand; her eyes rolled up into her head, and she collapsed forwards, unconscious, into the stunned arms of her sister.

"E-Elsa? Elsa!"

"My queen!"

"Your majesty, wake up! Please!"

"What's going on?!"

Then, rising above the panicked voice of the crowds, a single voice stated, "My, my. This is a predicament."

Hans smiled craftily, doing a mock bow to Anna as he announced, "I am afrsid to say this, but Queen Elsa of Arendelle has been poisoned." He paused, and finished, "By me."

Oh, what a lovely way to end a birthday.

A/N: Yeah... The characters are having mood swings. Sorry. ON TO CHAPTER TWO!