Prologue

December 15, 1935

A young girl stood stock still in the center of the dimly lit room. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up a single braid that hung over her right shoulder. She was dressed in a sundress the color of ice that stopped just above her knees. Her crystal blue eyes were focused intensely on a clear part of the wall before her. You could tell it was a view into a room, even though it was dark.

An older man crept up behind the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. She towered over him by at least a foot, but she dipped her head in his presence. It seemed he was her master.

"Where's Nanna?" She asked as soon as she was allowed to speak. "What have you done with her, you evil son of a-" She was abruptly cut off by a snap in her arm. She didn't feel pain, but it was still uncomfortable. Her white wings fluttered and drew in closer to her spine. Her halo had long since stopped floating and instead rested on her head, stuck there by some undeterminable force.

"Now, now. Eleanor, that's no way to talk to your master," The balding man chides.

"You're not my master," She chokes out as blood begins to appear in her palms. He was making something inside her bleed out. "Where's Nanna?"

The man cackles and shuffles over to the wall Eleanor had been intently staring at. "She's got human emotions, now."

Eleanor's eyes widen. "How?"

"I'm a genius," The short man yaps. He reminds Eleanor of a yorkie. Especially with that toupee on.

The light in the room below them flicks on, revealing a red-headed girl tied to a chair. Her beautiful freckled face was caked with blood and her wrists red from pulling at her bounds. Eleanor sniffs the air. She can smell Nanna's fear. That's insane. He made an angel feel.

"You wanna know about her? She's basically a new species," The man informs her, "Nanna here will live forever but she'll be born a baby and die an elder. She'll age, but instantly come back with no memory of her past life. And her parents will always name her something close to Nanna so she won't be lost to me. Plus she'll always look the same."

Honestly, Eleanor found that pretty cool. There was just one problem. "So she doesn't remember me?"

The small man nods. "You should sit. I'm going to transform you, as well." She literally can't disobey him so she sits and holds out an arm. "First is the memory serum. It'll take an hour or two to kick in and that's when I can give you the emotions serum while you're out."

She's injected. The blonde lays back uncomfortably, due to her thick wings, and falls into a deep sleep.

When she awakens her bones creak from staying still for so long. How long was she out? The angel stretches her wings. Wait. Why were they so thin? Who was she? Where was she? El- she thinks - that's the first sound. Elsa? Elsa sounds like her name.

You've been demoted to Guardian. All questions you have will be answered immediately before we depart. The year is 2015. Your name is Eleanor, but Elsa suits you nicer now. You're in a lab where you were drugged to forget everything. The only thing you need to know is you'll be protecting someone very important who may not need the protecting, but is worth it. Her name is Anna. You'll soon find out why that sounds familiar.

Elsa was now out of questions. She voiced that and was suddenly sucked into a vortex. She appeared again in a very messy looking living room. She did notice some obvious new, strange things, but things have sure gotten different in 2015. What was that black box set up on the wall? Elsa stilled when she heard music and water pounding. She padded down the hall, drawing her wings towards her to make sure she fit without scraping the walls. She tried to touch the door but found that she could go through things. So she poked her head inside. It was cloudy and hot in the bathroom. Someone was in the shower. But who? Elsa debated looking in to see who it was for a long time but couldn't reach a decision so the person decided for her. The shower was slammed off and before she could scatter a red-headed girl stepped out. She was mesmerized for only a minute because the girl quickly wrapped herself in a towel.

That must have been Anna. Elsa completely folded her wings into her back and headed down the soft stairs. The blonde grabbed a small ball off a shelf. She was able to hold solid things if she wanted to, it seemed. Elsa stilled as she heard thumps coming down the stairs. The blonde rolled the ball towards the red head.

Before Elsa had time to register what happened Anna had pulled a pistol. The red head pointed it threateningly around the room. "Who's there?" Elsa begin to speak, but was choked by something. She gagged. Anna's gun whipped in her direction. "Show yourself," Anna demanded. Elsa wanted to, she really did, but someone wasn't allowing her to.

After a few moments, Anna put her gun back into the waistband of her pj's and Elsa was released. The blonde followed Anna into her room. The walls were painted black from them hung many different posters. Some labeled Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Seether, Disturbed, and more. They sounded like music groups, but Elsa wasn't sure. Anna proved her hypothesis true by plugging in a small device that began blasting music.

"You rock Fall Out Boy," Anna muttered as she plugged it in. Elsa watched as Anna tied her hair into twin braids and placed them on her shoulders. The angel sat herself down softly on the bed and watched Anna go about her tasks. When Anna unplugged her device and went to leave with a large duffel bag, Elsa made to leave also but was held in place.

The blondes heart positively broke when Anna closed the door. Maybe literally because she fell to the ground clutching her chest. The blonde coughed up blood. She screamed hoping to drag Anna back into the room. But before she finds out if it works the darkness swallows her up.

Her eyes felt sticky. They seemed glued shut. When Elsa finally pried them open with a soft moan, she found herself staring into the barrel of that pistol.

A blushing Anna stood above her, her face menacing, "Who are you?"

The red head's hand brushed the trigger when Elsa didn't answer. She couldn't answer. They were gagging her again. Bad timing.

"Fine," The redhead says, "I'll just take you out." She cocks the pistol. "Any last words?"

Elsa struggled and made sure Anna saw it. "Anna," Elsa whispers before being swallowed again. The last thing she saw was Anna's confused face looking down on her.

A/N: I started writing this when I was like 12 and just reread it and decided to maybe give it an ending and the plot it deserves with some better ideas. I left the original writing how it was because I feel like for a 12 year old I didn't do too bad. I have no idea where I was going with this story, so I'm going to make a new idea for it since I've lost the first idea. But it will probably be better than 12 year old me could do. Thanks for reading!