A/N: Okay so this is my first fanfiction, but I'm super obsessed with Frozen so I have a lot of ideas:) Sorry for the short chapter, I promise they will be longer once I get into the flow of things.
So please read and review, I would love any advice you could give me!
I do not own Frozen.
The sun pierced through the open window, striking Anna's exposed face. She groaned, turning over to avoid the sun's rays, but the damage was done and now she couldn't fall back asleep. With a sigh she slowly pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, dangling her feet over the edge of her bed. It had been two months since Elsa had thawed the fiord. Two months since Anna got her sister back. Things since then couldn't be more perfect; Anna and Elsa were spending lots of time together, reconnecting after years of being lost to one another. Her relationship with Kristoff was running smoothly, and although they had agreed to take it slow her love for him grew stronger every day. She and Olaf couldn't be closer, as they tended to do everything together. Along with Sven who liked to follow Anna around, because he knew she couldn't resist giving him carrots. Yes, she was the living the life she always wanted, the life she had dreamed about for 13 years.
So why didn't she feel happy?
She knew this feeling would pass fairly quickly, for she only felt this way after waking from her sleep. The few minutes after waking up were always filled with a mixture of fear and despair, a feeling that began in her gut and flowed through her body like smoke, suffocating her with the vivid emotions. Then just as suddenly it would vanish, and she was left wondering if she'd just imagined it.
These feelings started about a month after the great thaw, and had occurred without fail every morning since then. Anna knew it had something to do with her dreams, which no matter how hard she tried she could never remember. Sometimes she was able to salvage bits and pieces: running, a forest, the color red. None of which brought her any closer to the full picture of her dream. All she was sure about was the strong sense of fear. Whatever happened in her dream she had always been afraid.
Taking a deep breath, Anna exhaled gratefully as the dark emotions ceased. Crossing the room to her tall cabinet she picked out a simple green dress, pausing in front of her mirror to comb and braid her hair. When these violent dreams started she had considered telling Elsa, but something always held her back. A long list of "what ifs" would pop in her head: What if it's nothing? What if you are just imagining things? What if Elsa overreacts? What if Elsa thinks you're crazy? What if you are crazy?! The list would change every day, but the bottom line was always the same: don't say anything just yet.
Deep down Anna knew the dreams were important; they had to be if she was experiencing the same one every night. She just wished she could remember more than just trees, feeling out of breath, and the color red. Why couldn't she remember more?
Shaking her head, Anna pushed these thoughts out of her mind. Despite what she felt every morning, she knew she was happy. And she wasn't going to let anything interfere with her happiness. Replaying these thoughts in her mind, Anna walked briskly to the royal dining hall for breakfast.