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AN (Authors notes): READ URGENTLY IF YOU WANT STORY TO MAKE SENSE!

Kristoff and Anna marry (it's been a few years). Olaf the snowman lives in the palace and Weselton is firmly set against Arrenelle. Anna, Elsa and Kristoff are secretly wanted there.

OK, now you've been updated. Yay. I guess the story would make sense if I hadn't said that . . . but who cares? So, anyway. Read on!

Chapter 1:

Elsa's POV

Since Olaf was a sweet and hilarious snowman, created by her, Elsa felt a bit guilty when she sent him out highly offended and slightly hurt. Luckily, she wasn't as irritated as to let him melt (which she felt a strong urge to do) and renewed his snow cloud. But only just.

Olaf hadn't annoyed her, Anna and Kristoff had. (Obviously he hadn't. All the snowman wanted was for his miniature raincloud to restore him because it was summer.) Now that the couple were well aware of her now-kept-under-control ice powers, every night they would come to beg her to magic an ice rink or something like that. She was a queen, but she could never resist her little sister's pleadings. So she had stayed up all night, satisfying her sister with snow and now when Olaf came to her because only she could make him live in the heat of the summer, she took her irritation out on him. Elsa would have to tell Anna they both needed sleep.

Especially at this moment.

Like before, Elsa's powers were getting out of control. Not much, just a little bit. And she was getting restless, vanishing into her room every chance she could, letting loose blast of lethal ice everywhere. She didn't know how to stop it, and her anxiety only added to her not-working reign over her rebellious magic.

Outside her window, Elsa watched Sven the reindeer obediently trotting along next to her sibling and Kristoff. He was snorting every so often and munching a dry, raw carrot while Anna patted him with her free hand, the other one curled around Kristoff's arm. Watching them just made her sad – everyone had someone to be with and love while people were still a bit scared of her powers.

Her powers.

No-one would know what was happening except for the old, wise troll. However, he wouldn't come to her and since it was summer Elsa would have to travel to the trolls under the raging sun, sending its vast rays searing down onto the earth. It seemed the weather had timed itself to just when she needed to journey somewhere.

Of course, she could easily change the weather but right now, it seemed a bit risky to endanger the whole of Arrendelle with her out-of-control ice just so she could journey somewhere. Anyway, she didn't like to tamper with natural state of her country.

The thing was, she needed to tell Anna where she was going so, once again, her faithful sister wouldn't come running in pursuit of her when she disappeared.

"You are getting quite addicted to those legging things madam!" a plump servant told her brightly as she walked past. Actually, Elsa didn't know if she was a servant because she wasn't carrying anything around. "You do look beautiful, I assure you, but I liked you in those long, flowing gowns you used to wear!" The woman shook her head sadly. "But, alas, those days must be over for you, eh!"

"Uh, yes!" Elsa tried to sound positive. "I totally love these! Erm – ha, ha, ha!" Seriously, couldn't these people see there was something up with her?!

"I see you've influenced your sister as well!" the woman said while Elsa fake laughed. "Anyway, must hurry. See you later!" She gave the queen a fat wink and waddled off in all her glorious bulk. I hope don't see you again! At least, until my powers are fixed. She thought as she sighed and walked off in the direction of the exit.

In spite of her many gorgeous gowns hanging in her wardrobe, Elsa's attention had been drawn to skin-tight jeans and jeggings and things like that. Right now, she was wearing a pair of sleek, ebony leggings with denim shorts. She didn't really like them –they were too tight and squeezed her legs- but, surprisingly, she liked to keep in time with the outside world of fashion. The only thing she loved were the t-shirts, any colour and loose and you didn't need to take it off to go to the toilet. Right now, she was wearing a sky blue one.

"Hi Anna!" Elsa skipped next to Sven and fed him a carrot she had picked up on the way towards the couple and him. She gave him a cup of water, as well, knowing he must be parched. Sven took both gratefully and gave her a big, sloppy lick after to show his gratitude. Anna giggled.

"Hi! And . . . have you taken a shower?" Elsa looked at her quizzically. "Yes. Why?"

"Because we just went to see the dogs and Sven took an interest to a few dog's butts." Anna bit her lip to avoid herself bursting into laughter as did while they watched the news sink in. After a few moments, Elsa got it.

"Ew! Yuck! Argh, that is disgusting!" She furiously grabbed a tissue out of her back and vigorously rubbed her face with it while her sister and brother-in-law cracked up and fell about laughing. Even Sven gave a little snort of laughter though he had no idea what was going on.

Elsa stuck her tongue out at them. "You knew that would happen if I was nice to him." she told Kristoff accusingly. "Why didn't you tell me? Because you wanted to have a good laugh at me?"

"Spot on, sis!" Anna squealed in between laughs.

She allowed them a few moments of laughter before she turned serious. "I need to speak to you." She said. "It's about my powers. And Anna? I'mgoing to do this. So don't waste your breath." Now they were both looking at her. "I – my powers are getting out of control. I need to stop them. I don't know how, and I want to keep all this–this harmony going on between Arrendelle and me. The country has accepted me now. I want to keep it like that. Keep the respect between us. It's nice. Don't you think? That it's better than before?" Kristoff nodded but Anna was staring at the ground, a little frown starting on her pale face. She was starting to get what was happening.

Elsa's fingers started to freeze up a bit as she felt doubts of her plan, but pushed them away. "Well, I don't know what's happening. No-one knows what's happening. Except – except the trolls."

Anna's POV

While Kristoff frowned, trying to see again if he had it right, Anna threw herself at Elsa, unfortunately giving Sven something to carry as she did so.

"No!" Anna cried, throwing her arms around her sister. "No, Elsa. People will think bad things. They don't fully trust you yet. It will be like before, men coming to kill you because . . . oh I don't know! Maybe Weselton will hear about it and lead them on and – oh." Her sentence ended in a sad little sob and she buried her head in Sven's warm fur. "I'm just trying to make up for the time lost when we were kids. What if something goes horribly wrong!" Elsa's face darkened visibly at the mention of those pain-filled years and sighed.

Kristoff sighed too and she felt him lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Come on Anna. We'll talk this over. It isn't that bad. Elsa's going to travel to the troll's place and back and everything will be fine. Just calm down. You're overreacting."

Feeling a bit cross that Kristoff didn't care, Anna stood up. "Excuse me." She told her husband and sister sharply and strode off in direction of her room.

Then she collapsed weeping.

Actually, she collapsed weeping on her bed in her room when she got there.

The crying lasted for about two minutes before she sat up. Kristoff was right. She was overreacting - big time. It was just the thought of loosing Elsa again which wrenched her still-vulnerable heart. True, she was married and still had someone to hang onto but over the years Anna had reinforced the bond between her and her sister and now they were as close as before. What if Elsa was lost or died? Could she bear it?

The answer was, no.

So what if she helped Elsa? If she gave her sibling a time to go to the trolls, get her magic sorted, and come back? And if she wasn't back by the time, Anna could go looking for her. A slight smile spread across her face. OK. That was the plan then. If Elsa didn't agree, there would be problems.

The problems idea was what had caused the grin on Anna's face, but it was completely shunted out of her mind when her plan was agreed to.

"Fine." her sister had told her wearily. "A month. But there is a lot of space between us and that clearing, you do know that."

"Yep! Just take the fastest horse." Was all Anna would say back, although a deep mixture of doubt and nervousness hung inside her, refusing to leave. She had a very bad feeling about this. But since Elsa had begun to wear her gloves again (ever since she had taken control over her magic Elsa had stopped wearing them) and constantly had a worried expression on her face, Anna knew it was the right thing to do.

OK, so that sounded a bit soppy but it was true. And that thought was reinforced when Anna was called down for dinner.

Kristoff caught up with her on the landing as she made her way to the Great Dining Hall. (Yes, great. It was huge.) "Alright now?" he asked her. She nodded. "But you know our deal."

"Yes. Of course. And – and sorry. For siding with Elsa." At that, she smirked.

"Hmm. I guess, apology accepted." Kristoff laughed and swatted her playfully. "Good." Then he caught her arm and they made their way to the Great Dining Hall. Together. Laughing and talking. Did she really need Elsa if she was married? Yes. But, now, not as much. The gates were open, she had a husband, lived with a sweet snowman and pretty much owned Sven. Her very own reindeer! However, Elsa topped everything off. Made everything twice as good and not just a few people. It would be devastating if her sister were gone.

. . .

Her sister was about to be gone.

So? It won't be for long. She tried to convince herself, and pushed the matter to the back of her mind.

The food arrived. As usual, Kristoff gorged himself on the luscious food – he still wasn't used to the delectable cooking. Anna tried to show how much she loved grub - well-done roast beef in soft mash drizzled with a layer of thick gravy, delicious! - but all the time she was watching Elsa.

Her sister was picking at her dinner even though it was her favourite food like Anna. Her face was pale, fists clenched. Pink lips had turned into a soft peach, and she had a constant frown. Finally, Anna couldn't bear it.

"Elsa." She whispered in a hushed voice. "Elsa, what's wrong? Is it your powers?" The queen glanced at the princess and just said, "After dinner. M-my room." Then for the rest of the meal she clenched her teeth and tried to only freeze her fingers instead of everything in sight. Her restraining state affected Anna too, and both of them spent the whole meal picking at their food.

As soon as their plates were taken away, the two females raced upstairs.

"Missing dessert, ladies?" a cook making his way to the kitchen asked. "It's real nice. Have some, won'cha?" Elsa painfully glanced at her sister, clearly sending the message that she couldn't conceal the cold magic for much longer. Anna sighed then turned to the cook. "Could we have some later please?" she asked politely. "I bet it's as nice as the main course!"

"Agreed!" the cook smiled cheerfully to which they the two sisters ran to Elsa's room. As they arrived there, Elsa spun round to face her sibling. "Please," she said. "Just – give me a second, OK?" and disappeared behind the door.

A sound of smashing and thuds burst out of the room along with some kind of weird, relieved sound mixing between a roar and a scream. When it finished, a rather ruffled looking Elsa opened the door.

"Sorry." She said sheepishly. "And my room's never this messy. The cleaners come straight away if they so much see a speck of dust in my room." They both laughed.

"Anyway. What did you want to say?" Elsa asked. Anna opened her mouth to speak until she realised she didn't want to say anything. The only thing that came to her mind was 'are you OK?' which sounded small and stupid. But the intent look on Elsa's face forced her to speak.

"Are you alright?" she blurted, and then blushed at her sister's raised eyebrows. "I mean – um – you were, uh, looking – looking bad back there?" It sounded pathetic and she stared at the ground, wishing she could turn invisible. Where was the trapdoor when you needed it?

"Yes, I'm OK thanks." Elsa said making Anna want to run away more than ever. But, hey, they were sisters right? So? Doesn't change anything. She thought.

"Um . . . good." And she fled.

However, they would be parted soon which gave plenty of time for the memory to recede. Was that a good thing, though?

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