Author: This is a little story about Anna and Elsa's time adjusting after their parents' deaths, as well as living together with their distant relationship. (The 3 year period in between.) It's going to start off a bit with Anna's perspective, but it'll jump over to Elsa's as well. (Not every other chapter, so after this first one, I'll make it clear as to who's telling the story.)
Also, I'm guessing the gaps were filled in at some point by Disney, or that this was probably written about by someone else, but I haven't sifted through enough stories to find it yet, so...yeah. Here's my take:
A shiver creeps down my spine. It's cold, out here in the forest.
I'm young again, enjoying the snowy winter morning. Laughter erupts from me as I wander past the frosted trees, trying to hit some of the snow off the branches and giggling whether I can or can't. Flopping back on a snow bank, I look up at the cloudy sky. It stopped snowing for a bit, but it'll pick back up soon.
Taking a second, I glance over at the castle. Mom and Dad are busy with official meetings and other royal business. I can't remember much of it; I am young here, so I shouldn't be surprised.
But a jolt of shock flows through me once a pile of snow is poured over my face.
With a squeal, I bounce up and quickly try swiping off the fluffy white mess. Cold. Some of it got down my green coat. So cold. I brush the last bit from my hair and eyes. Very cold.
At the sound of her laughter, I look forward and see my sister. Her blue coat looks perfect, almost untouched by the snow. Her bright blonde hair is nicely kept and she has the brightest smile on. A wooden sled sits behind her.
"Elsa!" I hear myself call out. I think I tried to be pouty or mad, but I'm giggling too much. I loved playing in the snow back then.
"Come on," she says between her laughs. Even back then, Elsa was such a stinker! "Anna, let's go for a sleigh ride. There's a little hill past the trees."
We walk over to the hill and she pushes me down. I can almost feel the speed of the ride and the wind whipping my face. Laughter erupts from me as I speed down and rocket off.
As soon as the sled stopped and Elsa came over, I would cry out, "Again! Again!"
Suddenly, we're skating. I don't remember what happened in between, but we're having a wonderful time now too. I still haven't quite got my balance yet, but my sister stays close and makes sure to catch me whenever I fall.
We slide over to a bank and rest for a bit. Elsa takes off her skates and looks to me again.
"Come on; let's go build a snowman!"
And then we do. He's a cute little guy, just three snow piles tall. The shape is a little crude, maybe, but pretty good for a few kids on their own. Once we're done, Elsa pulls me over and we hug, proud of our work. We dub the snowman Olaf and laugh.
We play some more, throwing snow around, here and there. Elsa whips it out left and right, almost like magic. She's quick to scoop it up, I guess. It's not something I dwell on, bouncing around.
"Catch me!"
I'm jumping from snow mound to mound. Each one gets higher and higher.
"Wait!"
Elsa is trying to keep up with me. Or I'm pretty sure she is. I'm not paying attention.
"Slow down!" Elsa calls out, but I'm still not listening. I jump from the highest mound yet.
"Anna!" Some snow hits me, hard, and I fall.
"Princess Anna!"
From my servant's call, I snap awake, head against a soft pillow. I pop up from it, my hair a complete mess. "Yes?"
"Princess Anna, breakfast is ready." I rub my eyes and let out a yawn. There's part of me that wants to puzzle over my dream, but it's become a blur now. Oh well. Time to start the day!
Author: There's Chapter 1. It's going to take at least one more chapter and some spare change to get everything rolling. I'm not planning on too long of a story, but I figure it'll be interesting to look over the girls' relationship while coping with new responsibilities, developing ice powers, and mourning their parents.
But that's all for now, so let me know what you think and any suggestions you have! Thank you for reading!