This is my first Frozen fan fiction. It's an idea that I've had for a while, and have finally started writing. . . I hope you enjoy it. Please review, I'd love constructive criticism also, and please tell me whether you'd like to see more of this story.


Nothing Like I've Ever Known Before

Chapter One

"No Anna," implored Elsa sternly. "Please don't make me repeat myself again. I said no. That is my final answer."

"But Elsa! Please! This is Amelie May Rowe we are talking about. I have to go to this. It's not just anybody."

"It could be the Queen of England and I still wouldn't let you go! Anna, please think rationally for once in your life: you're seventeen. You're still a child. I'm still your legal guardian; therefore, I am still in charge of all decisions concerning you. If I decide no, then that is the answer you will accept."

"I'm seventeen! I can make my own choices Elsa!" Anna ran stubbornly after her sister who was advancing down the corridor toward her study, about to begin reviewing Arendelle's current economic status, a job she preferred to do in solitude. Anna knew that Elsa could lock herself in that stuffy, depressing room for hours on end and not come out for two days. Which made Anna even more desperate to receive Elsa's approval, and more importantly, her permission.

Reading had always been one of Anna's most precious passions: back when she was a child, experiencing seclusion and loneliness, often turned to a book to escape her tormenting world, losing herself in a world of magical fantasy, complex illusions and true love. It provided her with the hope that, one day, Elsa would let her back into her mysterious world, and be a sister to her, one that she could confide in and spend time with. A person that Anna could share her deepest fears and darkest fears with. After being tragically isolated for so many years, all Anna wanted to do was to spend time with people, at the expense of other pursuits.

However, reading was one of the only activities that hadn't been swept away by the sea. Anna still enjoyed a good tale, albeit fictional and melodramatic ones. Never a day passed when she hadn't flicked through pages, bubbling of breathless delight at the excitement of it all. Which was why, when Amelie May Rowe's debut novel Frozen had taken London by storm and Anna had heard about the critical acclaim it had received she simply just had to read it, to see what all the commotion was about, and to see if it lived up to the spectacular praise.

The copy took ten days to arrive; when Anna finally got her hands on the package containing the book, she unceremoniously ripped of the wrapping, tearing it to shreds which fell lifelessly to the floor. Immediately, Anna had been captivated by the cover: a quaint light blue, decorated by dozens of sparkly snowflakes. She'd examined it for well over an hour before opening the pristine pages and focussing on the small print.

It didn't take long for Anna to become enthralled with the book, shutting everyone out until she had finished it. The story was one Anna could relate to heavily: it centred around two sisters who lived in an icy kingdom. One was audacious and impetuous, whereas the other was reserved and of a nervous disposition. Together, they managed to fight off the evil prince who was threating to take their kingdom's snow powers for himself. She empathised with both characters, who were painted so perfectly, and was drawn in by their strength and character. Of course, the evil prince had vividly reminded her of someone, but she preferred not to think of him anymore. Some things are better left in the past.

Despite it being a happy ending – the princesses reclaimed their power and ruled the kingdom together for the rest of their lives – Anna still cried for a long time after she'd turned the last page. For her, it had been more than just a few words on a piece of white paper; she'd gone on an emotional journey alongside the two princesses, loving when they loved and hating when they hated. Also, lots of relief masqueraded in her porcelain tears – she finally knew how their story ended.

Another thing that Anna despised about finishing Frozen was that Amelie May Rowe was quite the recluse. A self-confessed hermit, she hid in the dark corners of her apartment, located somewhere in London (no one actually knew where exactly she lived), had mentioned in the introduction of her famous book that she wasn't particularly sure when her next book would be released, and if it would be a continuation of Frozen or not. Anna felt as if her heart had shattered the pieces when she learned that piece of information; it would be quite some time before she felt as much for imaginary characters as she had for the two sisters. Something had ignited a fire inside of Anna, and she wasn't about to put it out while it was still raging. The fire would burn until the last flame died.

For weeks Anna had searched relentlessly for information about the radical author, simultaneously contacting all of Arendelle's various contacts to see if any of them could confirm Amelie May Rowe's whereabouts. Time crawled on like slow insects, carrying nothing but disappointment and frustration. However, insistent ruthlessness was a basic instinct for Anna; a few setbacks wouldn't stop her from reaching her ultimate goal: the truth about Amelie May Rowe.

At last some connection based in England disclosed to Anna that Amelie was preparing to give a private speech to the elite to explain the novel: the ideas, the writing process, distribution, and why, even though her illustrious novel has enjoyed great success for a substantial length of time, she has chosen to destroy her silence and anonymity in favour of revealing herself to the public. As soon as Anna heard how Amelie was going to give a speech she became obsessed with the idea of attending; nothing else mattered to her. There were a few obstacles blocking her though: the price of the conference, the matter of securing a place in such a short amount of time, being from a kingdom that isn't well known. . . and how the conference was in London, thousands of miles away from Arendelle.

"Elsa, just hear me out!"

"I've heard you out thousands of times, Anna! How long will it take for you to understand that I'm saying no, and how the proper, modest, right thing to do is to just accept it and move on? Honestly, Anna. . . This isn't like you."

Elsa opened the door to her study, and proceeded to enter. As she was shutting the door, she was overpowered by her sister, who used all her force to eliminate Elsa's force and gain admission into her sister's study to convince her how important this was to her. Anna decided, in that moment, to persevere against her sister's wishes; seeing Amelie May Rowe, her beloved idol, in the flesh, and actually hear the woman who penned her favourite book speak live, wasn't an opportunity Anna would miss. No, she was going to fight for this, no matter what the cost.

"Well, would you care to give me a definition of me then? You seem to know so much about me to claim that I'm not acting like myself. How do I act? How do I talk? Who am I?!" Anna questioned, raising her voice to what would be considered an inappropriate dynamic to be in the presence of the Queen of Arendelle. However, Anna wasn't speaking to the queen – she was speaking to her sister.

"Anna, please! This is not the time nor the place!" Elsa responded indignantly, the level of her voice rising alongside Anna's. She felt her cheeks flush red, something uncommon for the Ice Queen.

"When is the time and the place, then?! Am I never to speak to you?" Anna gestured to the room around her vigorously, tears threatening to make an unwanted appearance.

"Anna! Go! Before I lose my temper and do something I regret!" Elsa screamed, gesticulating toward her sister. Even though she didn't mean her movement to be as strong, it was too late by then: the damage was already done. Icicles advanced in Anna's direction, too rapidly before each sister had realised what exactly was happening. The two icicles stopped about a centimetre before the hem of Anna's dress, before melting into a puddle of limp water. Anna looked up in shock; the tears were conspicuously rolling down her face, spreading across her cheeks like wildfire.

"Oh gosh, Anna! I am s-so s-sorry," Elsa stuttered, her eyes wide, surveying her sister's complete anger and astonishment.

"What was that, Elsa?" Anna inquired quietly, her head bowed.

"I- I don't know. I- I just got so annoyed at your insistence and I s-snapped. It was so impulsive of me, I wasn't thinking straight. . . Please come here. Have I caused any wounds?"

"Luckily, no. Not this time," Anna replied, staring into her sister's eyes, a slight smile upon her face. "Don't worry Elsa, I was being too obstinate. I am the one that is sorry, not you."

"Don't say that," Elsa pleaded, starting to smile too. "Seriously, Anna; this is all my fault. Please don't blame it on yourself."

Elsa progressed toward Anna and reached out to her, an action which Anna merrily reciprocated. They embraced for a long time, not willing to let each other go. The hug symbolised their apologies; both had made mistakes. Mistakes they were both ready to make up for.

Elsa was the first to let her sister go, but still held her, albeit in a looser grip. She removed her head from the crook of Anna's shoulder and looked her in the eyes tenderly.

"I'm now open to negotiations," Elsa said wryly, eliciting a laugh from both of them.

"Brilliant!" Anna replied, smiling. "Now, before we begin, may I have some –"

"Chocolate? Of course," Elsa said perceptively, knowledgeable about her sister's luxurious tastes. "Let's go down to the kitchen. I'll ask Cook to prepare some."

"Yes!" Anna exclaimed excitedly. She began to walk toward the door, beckoning for her sister to follow her. "Well, Queen Elsa –" she broke off quickly to perform a mocking curtsey, to which Elsa scoffed at – "are you coming or not?"

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"Therefore, even though the trip will be a week long, I see no reason as to why I shouldn't be allowed to go; some of the guards will accompany me of course, plus Nina, my maid. I'd love Cook to come but I'm sure she had already got some duties she had to perform."

"Nonsense, Princess Anna, I'd love to come," Cook said warmly, interrupting the sisters' conversation to collect their plates, which were completely empty, no evidence of chocolate that once splendidly adorned their plates. Anna had insisted on scraping every little drop of chocolate off her plate before even beginning to think about letting Cook take it away. Elsa had ridiculed her sister's ludicrous behaviour, but Anna had been quick to defiantly remind her that she'd done the exact same, just in a more modest fashion. "It seems you are the priority in the castle, Princess."

"I agree," Elsa said. She turned to Anna and began to stroke her shoulder affectionately. "However, as I am the one who is queen, therefore the highest power, I have the right to reserve Cook's delicious chocolate all for myself!"

"The horror of not tasting Cook's chocolate for an entire week!" Anna cried, flinging one hand up to touch her forehead. She acted out a typical damsel-in-distress gesture, running the back of her hand across her forehead in a miserable manner. "Oh, Elsa, what I am going to do?"

"Anna, you'll be fine."

"No I won't!" Anna responded indignantly.

"I'm sure you can cope," Cook said, once again making her presence known in the room with the two squabbling sisters. She leaned forward and whispered in Anna's ear, just loud enough for Elsa to hear it too, "Anna, I'll make you a week's supply of chocolate before you leave."

"Yes! Thank you so much!" Anna shouted, flinging her arms forcefully around Cook's neck passionately; Cook was slightly taken aback by Anna's sudden gesture.

"Are you okay Cook? I apologise for my sister's impetuous behaviour," expressed Elsa sternly, giving Anna an austere look.

"I'm fine, your majesty; I wouldn't ever expect anything different from our precious Anna."

"I'm sorry Cook, it's just that. . ." Anna tried to reply, but words failed her. She slumped in her seat.

"I must go now, I need to wash these plates. Am I to bring you anything else?" Cook asked, looking at Elsa.

"Um, I would like another plate of chocolate. . ." Anna began to say, but Elsa immediately cut her off.

"No, thank you, you may leave," implored Elsa. Cook swiftly curtseyed and left promptly.

As soon as she was gone, Anna whispered, "Elsa, what was that for?"

"Anna, you get too carried away far too easily," Elsa scolded. "Besides, there are more important things than chocolate: your visit to England. I have decided that I would prefer you to journey there with Kristoff –"

"No! Categorically no!" Anna interrupted instantly, horrified at her own disgust to her sister's responsible proposal. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes opened, complete astounded and aghast.

"What do you mean? Anna, is there something you're not telling me about you and Kristoff?" Elsa reached over and clasped her sister's hand. "Are you not happy with him?"

"Oh, no, no, no. . . I love him, Elsa," Anna gushed, a little saccharinely but, judging by the enthusiastic look on Elsa's face she assumed that she didn't pick up on her tone. "I just. . . This is one part of my life that I'd like to remain mine, and mine alone. Reading this book has changed my life, for the better. . . The first thing in forever that has made me happy since. . . since. . ." She blinked a few times, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. "Him. . ."

"I know, I know what he did to you Anna; and for all the hurt, pain, and agony he caused he shall be banished from Arendelle for all eternity," Elsa consoled gently, reaching out to Anna again. When Anna didn't respond, presumably from focussing on not crying, Elsa physically grabbed her sister's small frame and pulled her close. "I understand how he has affected your life, therefore. . ." She inhaled deeply before saying the crucial words that sealed both their fates permanently, "Anna – you may go to England alone."

"Thank you," Anna sobbed into her sister's shoulder, staining her clothing. Elsa would have preferred Anna not cry on her expensive dress, but at that moment, she didn't care. All she cared about was her sister's happiness.

"It's fine, Anna," Elsa replied, "you deserve it. However, I do have some conditions that prevent you going totally alone. . ."

"I accept them all!" Anna declared. "Thank you Elsa, thank you so much!"

"I mean what I said, Anna: you have earned this little adventure of yours." Elsa stood up and Anna repeated her action. They began to walk out of the room.

Elsa paused as she turned to her sister. "Anna, I think you need to go tell Kristoff you're going to be out of Arendelle for a week – when actually is it?" she questioned.

"Two weeks," Anna replied, furrowing her brow as she tried to work out the dates of her departure and imminent return. "September eighteenth to September twenty-fifth."

"Anna, it's September second now! You'll be gone two weeks this Friday!"

"I'm so sorry," Anna rushed her words, completely taken aback, not realising how close the occasion actually was. The next thing that came was a smile and thrilled look. "Oh, it's only sixteen days! Sixteen days!"

"Anna," Elsa warned. "Never do this again, please. In future, I require at least a month's notice, if not more."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Elsa! Of course I will."

"Good." Elsa smiled. "Anyway, as I said: you should go tell Kristoff."

"Of course!" Anna said lively. "Kristoff!" she shouted, running in the direction of where she thought Kristoff was. As she was searching for her love, she began to imagine what this trip would be like – and realised the blissful reality of meeting Amelie May Rowe.


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