Anna had woken up that morning to an unusually empty bed. For a few minutes, she had still been half asleep and had thought that she was dreaming. It had made sense, and she had considered going along with it. After all, if she did that then sooner or later she would wake up.

However, accidentally tripping over a book (of Elsa's) and having to stop her fall had woken her up. She picked up the book - solid and hard - and placed it on Elsa's nightstand. It was never a good thing when Elsa got messy. Those must have been some boring papers that she was working on if she could not even put her books up.

A few other papers were littered around on the floor. As Anna picked them up, she used that as a chance to stretch out her arms and legs.

Anna held the papers to her chest and grabbed the papers again. Elsa could always use a little extra help. Plus, she wouldn't mind if Anna stayed in her nightgown all day. Though she was strict and traditional on some issues, in a lot of ways she was very liberal.

As she walked down the halls, she began to hum. Sunlight shone in through the windows, and she could not help but smile.

She entered Elsa's study without knocking. On the inside, messy sketches that Anna had made of the two of them hung on the wall along with a few political maps.

"Elsa," Anna said. "You left something in our room."

"Thank you, Anna." Elsa did not even bother to look up from her papers. She too was wearing her nightgown, and her hair was completely down. Most days she put it in a braid or loose bun. Around her were even more stacks of papers, and her hand was moving quickly.

Anna walked slowly to her desk. "Elsa, are you okay?"

"Of course, Anna!" As she spoke, she turned towards Anna. "What would make you think-" She froze midsentence, her eyes and mouth wide.

"Elsa?"

"No." Elsa stood up from her chair, knocking a few papers to the ground. She did not even look down at them. "No, no, no, no."

"Elsa, what is it?"

Elsa stepped forward, her hands shaking. "Your white streak..."

Anna raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Your hair is turning white."

A shiver ran up Anna's spine, and goosebumps covered her arms and legs. Her nightgown did little to protect her from the cold. "It is?"

"Oh, what did I do?" Elsa turned away from her. "All these years I've tried to make things right and keep you safe." Ice began to cover the floor. "I thought that I would never hurt you again; how foolish could I be?"

Anna felt years younger, and all the worse for it. Her sister had always struggled with fear and sadness, but it had been a long time since she had seen Elsa get like this.

She pulled a strand of her hair. Soon enough, her laughter echoed across the walls.

"What is it?"

"Elsa, my hair is turning white because I'm old!" Anna continued to laugh. She had gained some weight over the years and gotten wrinkles, though up until that point she had not paid much attention to it. Anna felt the same as always, and Elsa looked at her with the same wide, adoring eyes as she had years before.

Elsa froze, though the room's temperature began to slowly rise.

"You are too." Anna grinned. "Your face is getting wrinkly, and you're tired more often. If your hair had not been white before then surely it would be now."

Slowly, a smile formed on Elsa's face. "You speak the truth."

The chill subsided.