Got this idea when my sister approached me with some fancy, weird, and wonderful words.

I don't own Frozen.

Hope you enjoy :)

Distraction. That had been the name of the game. Distract Anna whenever she so much as blinked in suspicion. They had to protect their daughters and, unfortunately, that meant keeping them apart.

At four years old, Anna was proving to be much more of a handful and much too clever for her own good. King Agnarr and Queen Iduna had, after the accident and subsequent troll visit, told her that Elsa was sick. She was therefore unable to play or leave her room for "fear the infection would spread". Being the trusting ball of sunlight that she was, Anna had shown concern but accepted her parent's excuse wholeheartedly. Visiting her sister became a religious duty in order to coax good health to return to her big sister so that they could play again.

This in turn had caused the eldest such heartache that she continuously frosted anything she touched. Agnarr having noticed the slip in her control and colder temperature had taken her to the library to give her a pair of gloves he thought might help. After they repeated the phrase he hoped would learn her control, he asked her what had caused this laps.

"Do…do you really think my magic is a sickness?" Elsa asked in a whisper so faint, her father had to strain to hear her.

Agnarr frowned at the absurd question. "Of course not. It's a part of you that you just need to learn how to control. Like any good monarch needs to learn how to master their emotions, so you must too, for they are linked to what you feel."

Elsa nodded, studying her gloved hands clamped before her.

"Who told you that it's a sickness, Snowflake?"

The little girl bit her lip and glanced up into her father's loving eyes. She sighed, "No one…"

"Elsa." Already kneeled before her, he placed his hands on her tiny shoulders. "I know you're lying."

A flinch, a nervous lick of her lips, and worried eye contact later, Elsa told him how she assumed that he had thought it was a sickness. "Anna keeps saying she hopes I get better. That whatever sickness I have will leave soon…"

"Oh...We told her you were sick so that she wouldn't bother you or worry while you couldn't be with her." The smile he gave was apologetic, but turned confident in his next words, "This is only temporary. You and Anna will be together again as soon as we know that you're…" safe. That both of you are.

"In control?" Elsa offered, mulling the idea over. "Do you really think I can be, Papa?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitating. "I know you can be, and we, your mother and I will be with you every step of the way."

And so, Agnarr and Iduna had decided that Elsa being 'sick' wasn't such a good excuse anymore. They had known that it wouldn't have worked in the long run anyway. Instead they told Anna that Elsa had recovered, but before she could sprint to go and see her sister, they told her that Elsa was not to be disturbed. While she had been sick, Elsa had been doing her reading. The King and Queen had decided to continue training Elsa in becoming Queen one day.

Anna pouted, her lips sticking so far out that it was comical. The little redhead stomped her foot at the injustice and crossed her arms petulantly.

"We've also decided that it's time you learnt how to ride a horse." Idunn stepped in before Anna could so much as voice the whine that was bubbling in her throat.

Teal eyes brightened like beams of pure light. She bounced on her toes, "Really?!"

"Yes, really?" Agnarr whispered when his wife answered their daughter with an affirmative. "She's only four. What if she falls?"

Iduna pitched her voice low enough that she didn't disturb Anna's celebratory dance. "She'll be fine. We need to keep her distracted…"

After that day, one distraction led to another. As soon as Anna would ask too many acute questions regarding her sister's prolonged absence, her parents would jump at any distraction they could grasp.

"Well, you saw fit to have her learn ow to ride at four years old. Why not allow her to fence at eight?"

"Because she's a LADY, Agnarr. She's a prin-cess."

"As if that would force a member of our family to keep with the norm." he tried and failed to hide a fond smirk. "I seem to recall that's where I first laid eyes on you, my love. Training with the sword in the early hours of the morn."

"Yes, well…" Iduna coloured and cleared her throat. "I just…"

"She'll be fine." He assured using the same words she had used, four years ago, against her. . "We need to –"

"Keep her distracted." She finished his sentence with a huff. "Fine. But you are going to train her." Casting him a half-hearted glare, she folded her lips in annoyance

"Think of it this way," he grinned at her, "Perhaps this will help her get rid of her excessive energy long enough to sit still during her lessons.

Anna blossomed under her father's watchful eye as she trained in swordsmanship. Iduna was loathe to admit it, but it did temper their youngest to a more manageable energy level. It also served to tire her out by the end of the day, making her ask less and less questions about her sister. Elsa, on the other hand, adored the view she had when she watched her father train her sister. The blonde girl had asked her father one day if he had arraigned for them to train in the garden before her window on purpose. He just smiled, his moustache lengthening. He didn't answer her question, he didn't need to.

But as things tend to go with Anna, she took to fencing quickly and grew bored with it. The same had happened with her horse riding and dancing lessons. She would still go out and groom her horse, or practise with her father, but it didn't hold her attention as much as it did in the beginning. Anna had grown used to only glimpsing her sister every now and again. She knew Elsa was much too busy learning how to become Queen…but couldn't she at least take a break or something? Papa works hard as King, often staying up late into the night and rising early – not that she'd know, sleeping in as she does – but she did see him take breaks. And he had Mama to help him when things got to be too much.

Maybe…maybe Anna could be that way to Elsa, too? Maybe if she took her own studies seriously, she could become a 'big girl' like her sister and be with her again. The little girl tried, she really did, to focus on her lessons and do her homework and perform as a princess should. She tried to reach out and encourage Elsa to come out, or do well in her studies or whatever, just so that they could be together again. But, as always, all she saw was the piece of rectangular wood keeping her from her best friend.

Things became too much for the little redhead. She needed to escape. But she was confined to the castle much like her sister was confined to her room. When her mind began to circle around all the possible reasons why her sister could just…stay away, she'd climb. She climbed every tree on the grounds to the highest branch. At the very top, where the branches could still hold her weight, she'd stare out over the walls, out to the horizon and to what lies beyond it. When the trees proved to become less and less of a challenge as the days wore on, she started to climb the castle.

It was full of the perfect sized handholds and pieces of roof that jutted out where she could sit and stare further out to sea. She nearly gave Gerda a heart attack when she climbed out the window one day to try and use the fancy pulley-thing the servants use to wash the stained glass from the outside. With a firm scold and a promise not to tell her parents, Gerda made her swear not to climb out there again.

"Why don't you try and read, dear?" Gerda suggested, leading her away from the window. "They're full of adventures in far-off places."

Anna had pulled a face at the proposal, pretty sure she'd die of boredom before she'd ever read for fun. Who even does that?! As it turns out, boredom was what drove her to try and read. And read she did. She devoured every single children's book in the library, and when they came to an end, she chanced to read books without pictures in them. It took her a few days to muster the will to read without having anything colourful to look at, but she found that she could imagine the story just as well as if she could see it in painted pictures.

Anna read and read and read and fell in love with every character she came across. She found solace in those she could relate to, especially the stories of princes rescuing the princess form her tower, or dragon, or some other threat. She read and acted out the stories in her free time. When she wasn't fencing, or riding, or stuck in some boring lesson, she could be found in the library. In the Summer or Winter, she'd sit and read and dream. Much too soon, the books ran out. Well, the fun books anyway. The library was chocked full of every kind of book. History. Philosophy. Biology. Botany. And many, many others. Anna wasn't that desperate. Until she was.

She'd skim the boring books that weighed a ton, like they had been stuffed with overtly boring facts. She fell asleep more often than she actually read what the book said. At thirteen years old, the redheaded princess had cultivated a healthy dislike towards any book that didn't have a story plot to follow and figure out.

One day, after a particularly uneventful day, she walked to the library hell bent on finding an interesting book. She stood at the threshold, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of paper and burning branches. A fire crackled pleasantly in the hearth, adding colour and warmth to an otherwise white and cold winter's day. A smile pulled at her lips, her eager eyes scanning the bookshelves. Maybe she could just reread one of her favourites? Curling before a fire with a book she enjoys sounds like the best idea right now.

Anna took a step into the library and her eyes fell on the desk to her left, nestled amongst the bookshelves. It looked used. Recently used. A soft, curious wrinkle appeared between her brows as she made her way to the table. Blank papers were stacked about in neat piles, a book tower stood on the right side of the table. Anna turned her head to read the titles and groaned out loud. All the books were about Arendelle and its history in politics. Her groan died in her throat when she spied a neat paragraph written on one of the pages. It definitely wasn't her father's handwriting, maybe her mother's? But why would she need to read all this stuff? She already knows –

And then it hit her.

Elsa. Elsa had been here. She'd been busy studying and writing, using the only open book on the table. Had she just missed her? Anna looked up at the door. She hadn't seen anyone on her way to the library. To be fair, she had been staring at her feet as she walked. She could've easily missed her sister. She muttered a silent curse under her breath, and swivelled her head around to look behind her just in case someone had heard her. She was spending much too much time with the guards; their language was rubbing off on her. It's not their fault. They don't know that sometimes she watches them train form her perfectly concealed hideout.

Anna returned her attention to the open book before her and sat down. She knew, as sure as the dawn that Elsa wouldn't be back any time soon. She had an uncanny ability to make herself scarce whenever Anna was in the locale. The redhead shook herself mentally, not in the mood to brood. Instead, she bookmarked the page and closed the book to read the title.

"Advanced Dictionary…" she drawled. "Of course you'd look up what the meaning of a word is…"

With a sigh, she opened the book back up where Elsa was last, taking the bookmark out when it fell open with a thump. Her eyes scanned the words, wondering which one Elsa was looking up. Glancing at the paper she began to read what her sister had been writing.

"After the rebellion," Anna read the last sentence, forcing her eyes not to glaze over. "Christianssand and Arendelle formed a…a what?" she squinted at the foreign word. "A…c…coa– ugh. What does that word even mean?"

She dragged the dictionary closer to her and scanned the words in search of the definition. "It looks like something to do with coal maybe? Aha! Co…ali...tion. Coal-i-tion. Okay, coalition. Some sort of giggerish…where's the – oh okay, here we go." She cleared her throat, "a government formed by two or more political parties working together. To form a coal-ition. A two party coal-ition…Oh." She looked up at the page with her sister's neat writing. "Huh, that's actually a good word to use there."

She returned her attention back at the words in the dictionary, reading through the definition when one caught her attention.

"Coast…eer…ing. The sport of following a route around the coast by climbing, jumping off cliffs and swimming." Anna perked up in her seat. "Wow, that sounds like so much fun. One day I'll go coast-eering. Maybe it'll be a better idea to do that in the summer, though."

Anna read through a few more pages before it dawned on her what exactly she was doing.

"Whoa, Anna…" she rubbed her face, "You're reading the dictionary…Desperate, much?" a sigh escaped her lips as she propped her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm. "At least it's kindof interesting."

She leaved through some more, skipping bundles of pages in search of an interesting new word.

"Huh, dis-cord-ant." She said, head bobbing as she talked with her chin in her hand. "Not in agreement; combining with other things in a way that's strange or unpleasant." A smile tugged at her lips, "Kindof like when I eat too much chocolate. My stomach is discordant with the sugar then. Heh, I need to remember that one."

An idea occurred to her then. What if she used these new words in her everyday conversations? She sat up and grinned. Maybe then she'll be taken seriously? Maybe then she'll be big enough to be with her sister again? She could help Elsa with writing fancy letters using the fancy words. With excitement vibrating off of her in waves, Anna moved Elsa's paper away and placed a blank page before her. Taking up the discarded quill, she dipped it in ink and wrote 'coalition' down along with its meaning at the very top of the page.

She beamed down at her crablike writing with pride. She could do this – she was born ready to do this.

Alright! I'm super excited about this. Don't know how long it will be, we'll just have to wait and see. Got some hilarious things planned so stay tuned! :D

'Till next time :)