How to Love
by: French Watermelon

Prologue

She can't believe they lied to her, hid it to her so well she actually believed their stupid lies. Who would do such things like this, faking and lying? What's worse, you believe every bit of it, knowing it's okay when it's not. Knowing that you're relieved when you should be worried sick. Knowing that it's okay you're not there but it's actually not.

Elsa finally found out about Anna's death after what seemed like forever, Kristoff confessed.

The day started off like the usual day. The sun was shining so bright in Arendelle that Olaf always admired, Elsa waiting patiently through the balcony for her little sister's arrival, she has been waiting for her to visit because ever since she got married, her and Kristoff moved away, starting a new life, somewhere only they know.

But once she caught sight of Sven and Kristoff together with his two daughters without Anna- something immediately bugged her, forcing to think that Anna was having one of those fevers again or taking care of her two daughters or didn't feel like visiting at all.

When Kristoff finally arrived at the door, she immediately pressed him with questions...

"Where's Anna?" She asked, full of worry. But Kristoff didn't answer her, he remained distant with silence, looking anywhere but her, feeding off more interest on his leather boots than Anna's worried sister.

"Kristoff... Where's Anna?" She asked in a more profound voice, waiting for him to answer but he remained as he is. Unmoved and frozen...

The brief moment Elsa caught sight of his eyes, she saw a hidden sadness in them, like he has been in grief and with exhaustion. This was enough to convince herself that something is wrong, very deeply wrong it caused her heart to throb faster.

"Kristoff, what's wrong? What happened to Anna?" This time, she caught his attention. His unsettling hazelnut eyes sending her an unreadable message. No, she doesn't get any of it, why is he being like this, where was Anna, what's happening... Elsa's so lost she cannot control her impatience.

"Tell me, Kristoff! Where's Anna?! Where is she?!" Elsa shook his shoulders lightly but he couldn't take a long look at her, he can't stop looking at the floor. His silence, in this moment cannot stop her, she started struggling and struggling, fawning him with questions over and over again...

Until suddenly she created a hail of pearl white inside the room, creating something Elsa knows how, through fear...

"Elsa, stop!"

She stopped instantly because he finally responded. Now is the right time to tell her what's wrong, that pooling anticipation.

The hail immediately stopped, her breathe fast with her heart in her throat.

"Anna's dead" He left those words with agony and she didn't believe him. That's a sick joke, a very sick joke, that she could feel the pit of her stomach rising with something deeper.

"She's dead, Elsa..." And deeper.

"Anna has been dead for two years" When those words left his mouth, she sinks deeper and deeper into somewhere she already felt before.

Pain.

"Queen Elsa?" Olaf knocked on her door but nobody responded.

"Queen Elsa... Are you awake? It's time for Anna's memorial" It took a few minutes for her to open the door, she went passed Olaf like he wasn't there without muttering any word. As Olaf glanced at her, to observe how she was, it was visible to anyone who can see. Her faded ocean blue eyes holding that perpetual sadness. Unfocused and lost but it was there. Some part looking at the queen for too long made Olaf uneasily sad just like her. But as Olaf closes Elsa's half-opened door, he witnessed part of her room where he can only see was icy and cold.

Olaf decided to turn on the lights.

His eyes widened by surprise as he saw Elsa's room ravaged by ice and snow, the only way she knows how. "Oh no... Not again" He muttered lightly.

Elsa lit the candle stick while making her way outside the castle, guessing that everybody prepared themselves for the memorial and was waiting for her. But as she flicked the vintage lighter over and over again, it wouldn't shed any flame not even a spark.

She placed the lighter back on the table, thinking that it was broken. When she made it in front of the door, she closed her eyes and started taking long exhales. Concentrating that she can do this, she can speak without crying but some part of her doubted that because she had been trying so hard, so hard not to think about Anna, that things like this will eventually happen but even when six months had already passed, it's like Anna's death had been imprinted in her mind, behind her lids every time she closed them.

Elsa could just imagine how her death was. Slumped against the bed looking asleep like it was just every other morning, Kristoff shaking her shoulders to wake up but the more he did, the more she remained the corpse she is now, unmoved and not anymore with them. She never dared ask him about how she died, how he knew because she knows it would break her to pieces, more into tinier pieces.

With another long exhale, she opened the door, surprised by the number of citizens attending yet another memorial day for the 6th time. She still couldn't believe how much of the citizens knew Anna...

As she approached the citizens, they gave her the space she needed as she made her way to the back like she always did, leading the way towards Anna's memorial.

"Queen Elsa... Your candle" One of the citizens approached her.

"Oh, please" She shared a flame towards the citizen's already lit candle, lighting her own but immediately, the flame subsided.

Dear Kristoff, it's me Olaf...

I know you will not probably receive this but if you do, please ask for help as much as you could. Queen Elsa's room was frozen when I was about to close the door, it wasn't like any other frozen room she always did, her room was very cold and icy... Like she formed a blizzard inside.

Olaf inked a piece of paper with his choppy hand writing in blue. And tell Sven I said, hi. He added because he knew he doesn't write letters very often, he immediately sealed the letter with an envelope before approaching a courier.

"Please deliver this letter to Kristoff. This letter is probably the most important letter you will deliver... Please make sure he receives it" The courier gave him a long look, crossing his arms.

"Oh come on, Olaf. You always say that every time you make me deliver a letter..."

"No... This is different. It's a letter I haven't thought would be this important. Please..." He begged with both hands.

"Alright but you owe me... Got it?"

The whole of Arendelle finally made it towards a wide grassy area with a white tomb at the middle of a garden. Elsa stepped towards the small staircase, facing the people before her with warm illuminating flames lighting the dark of Anna's favorite garden.

She cleared her throat. "This is another day, in memory of my sister, Anna. I know some of you are exhausted of this days where we always acknowledge Anna every month but I will never stop remembering my little sister" A lump in her throat made her slightly whimper, stopping dead in her speech, the familiar faces of the citizens turning into a blur from her glassy watery eyes.

"My sister deserves more than just an acknowledgment, we all know her but I've known her best. During our early years until from the day of her marriage, even through time... I can never stop picturing her as my baby sister. My sister who believed in me every step of the way, my sister who was not afraid of me when all of you were..." Her watery eyes made it impossible to see as she held them back...

"Anna will always be the most courageous person I know... And nothing will ever change that" Without even trying to, the tears welled up until she started crying, really crying.

The citizens bowed their heads, listening to the agony of the queen. It was seldom that Elsa gets to leave the castle, she has been isolating herself away from the kingdom ever since. And when they get to see her, they'd always see her with swollen eyes or slumped shoulders. They'd see her in pain.

Elsa placed her unlit candle next to Anna's photograph, realizing that she had froze half of the candlestick. She wiggled her way out of the crowd taking no more, making her way back to the castle.

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A knock on the door triggered Kristoff to wake up, yet to another day of work. It was late that he realized someone is knocking on the door, but he never got visitors not when Anna was still alive. He immediately made his way to the door but her youngest daughter already bid goodbye to someone before he can acknowledge who it was.

"Sadie, I told you... You don't have to get the door for me" Sadie's wide green eyes glanced at him, as she held a piece of envelope with one hand.

"Mama always said you hated visitors, so I always open the door for you..." She smiled, showing half of her teeth, Kristoff couldn't help but return the smile back, picking up his daughter, he caught the envelope with his eyes.

"Your mother told you that, right?" Anna's memory came flooding back to him, that painful memory of her, it was like hitting him against a wall, over and over again. He sighed heavily, placing his daughter towards a stool. "Well, can Sadie read the letter for me?" Sadie's eyes shone with interest, she always loved reading, especially when Kristoff offered.

Sadie nodded her head, opening the seal as Kristoff placed her on his lap, revealing a small note with a bad handwriting. She started reading the letter...

"Dear Kristoff, it's me Olaf..." He smiled that Olaf still remembered him and that he always starts a letter like that. He remembered teaching Olaf the formality in writing, Olaf arguing that you don't need formality to write a letter and it was the same as talking that you don't talk like how formal you are in a letter... It brought back a warm tug in his chest.

"I know you will not probably receive this but if you do, please ask for help as much as you could" Kristoff's thoughts suddenly dropped into worry, reading the letter with his mind, faster than how his four-year old daughter could read.

When he finished, terror dwelled up inside of him.

"I-I need to talk to grandpappy..." He muttered to no one in particular. He stood up from the stool, placing Sadie back.

"Papa, where are you going?" Sadie watched her father change into his pajamas.

"I just need to talk to your grandpappy for a while. Are you okay with Sven around for a while?"

"But I haven't finished reading..." Her smile dropped instantly as Kristoff leveled his face with his daughter's, looking into her emerald green eyes, acknowledging that she got her mother's eyes. "Is it okay if you read it to me later? I really have to talk to your grandpappy..."

Sadie slowly nodded her head. "Thank you, Sadie. Don't worry... I'll bring you ice cream when I get home" Just like that, her sadness was replaced by a cheery happiness. Kissing his daughter by the forehead, he immediately made his way up to the mountains, where his family lives. As Anna calls them, the love experts.

It wasn't long until he made it.

Just like how he introduced Anna to them, it was just like this. Aurora dancing in the sky, the round-looking rocks scattered all over the vast area.

"Guys... I-I need your help. Please... This is very important" Finally, after what felt like forever, they rolled towards him, transforming into trolls with grass for clothing and glowing crystals.

"Kristoff! You're finally home!" One of the trolls cheered, as they all cheered for him.

"Guys, it's not necessary to-"

"Uncle, uncle! Here is a 'you're finally home' made crystal" A small troll placed a crystal necklace over his neck. "See? It glows in the dark-"

"Kristoff, I'm finally pregnant"

"That's good, congratulations but I need to talk to grandpappy-!"

"Son, I need to talk to you" His grandpappy rolled his way out of the crowd, his wooden staff's crystal glowing in red.

"Arendelle is-"

"Arendelle is in great danger... The queen doesn't even know it, she's too blinded by sadness to notice that she's creating something dangerous" Kristoff gasped, he never knew it was possible.

"What is it? H-how can we stop it?"

"Her constant sadness does affect Arendelle greatly. But... I'm afraid only time can heal Elsa's wound" Kristoff bowed his head, unable to think of any possible help he can give. Arendelle will freeze before he knows it...

"Actually... There is another way" Surprised by his words, Kristoff looked up, his system flooding with relief and hope at the same time. The troll lifted his wooden staff, casting a vision of a silver-haired man with ocean blue eyes that resembled like Elsa's.

"Find him, find Jack Frost. Only someone like her can heal faster than time"