When I said that Elsa was 18 in the last chapter, I starred it, intending to say that 18 is her canon age (according to frozen . wikia . com, going to Elsa's page and scrolling through trivia until I found "according to... someone who's name I can't remember, Elsa is 21." Making her 18 three years before.)

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Chapter 2

Anna woke up the next morning feeling more well-rested than she had in a while. She'd dreamed about the handsome man she'd run into, and they'd fallen in love.

It was a nice dream, especially since she knew it would never happen. Not even her parents really noticed her anymore. Not that I'm complaining... If her parents ever did take notice of her, she probably wouldn't be able to run around Arendelle all day like she was planning. Thinking about the day ahead brought her thought back to Jon and the handsome stranger from the day before.

She quickly dressed herself in a ratty dress she had gotten specifically for its rattiness, and ran down to the dining room, shoes in hand, wanting to grab something really quick to eat.

As she went downstairs, she greeted her favorite paintings and sets of armor and braided her hair as best she could without a mirror. She slid down the banister, and then down the hall in her stockinged feet. She ended up slamming into the doors, which hardly ever happened anymore; she'd gotten really good at controlling her slides. She shook her head, stood back up, straightened her skirt, and pushed the door in.

She was ready to greet her parents and offer excuses for skipping breakfast, even though she skipped the meal more often than not nowadays. Instead of her parents' regal figures, she saw a girl a few years older than herself, sitting in what was usually her seat, concentrating on her gloved hands gripping the edge of the table.

She decided to just let the young woman be, and went over to one of the breakfast carts, snagging a still-warm muffin and an apple. She could feel the other girls eyes on her back, but she didn't think anything of it. Lots of people were surprised by her "lack of decorum and state of underdress", as her parents put it. They expected better behavior from a princess, especially when they didn't know her or her strange family dynamic.

She was walking back to the door, taking fairly large bites of the muffin, when the girl decided to speak up. "Pardon me, but do you know where the rest of my family is?"

Anna spun around to face the girl, as a footman opened the doors that were now behind her.


Elsa had arrived late in the night. She'd barely gotten out of her traveling clothes before collapsing on to her bed, completely exhausted. She didn't bother trying to find her parents or her sister, knowing the servants would notify them of her arrival in the morning. She feel asleep more quickly than she had in a long time.

When she awoke, she saw her curtains had been opened, letting in the morning light. A dress had been set out for her, as well as a pitcher of water and a clean towel. She took a breath. Maybe the water won't freeze today...

She managed to clean her face, mostly, before the water did freeze. She then turned to the dress, and removed it from the mannequin. It was lovely, and she was happy to discover that she didn't freeze the skirt or sleeves in a way that she wouldn't be able to get it on.

Eventually, she had finished dressing and pinning up her hair. She found her favorite pair of gloves, a sleek black that went nicely with the deep purple of the dress. She then opened her doors and started making her way downstairs, hoping against hope that she would remember where the dining room was, and that someone—Anna, her mother, her father, a servant who remembered her—would be there to make her feel welcome.

When she finally reached the doors, she pushed one open to see that only a few maids were inside, finishing up setting the table. She noticed there were only three settings, and hoped one of her parents or Anna hadn't taken ill.

She sat in the spot she had always sat in when she was younger, and reached out to grab her glass. The water that was in it froze on her fingers contact, despite the gloves. She moved her hands back to her lap. When she felt that she had the ice under control again, she placed her hands on the table and concentrated on not releasing any magic.

She flinched when something banged against one of the doors. There was a few moments of a shuffling noise, that sounded almost like rustling skirts, and then the door was pushed in rather forcefully and a young girl dressed in peasant clothes strode in with an air of confidence that Elsa had always wanted. She shifted her gaze back to her hands, now really worried she might let loose some ice or snow, and scare the living daylights out of the girl, who she could only assume was a servant of some kind. She listened as the girl—who had yet to offer any greeting—made her way to a cart loaded with breakfast foods of all kinds and helped herself to some.

Does this girl have no shame, or sense of propriety? Who is she to come in, not offer a greeting to her future queen, and then help herself to a breakfast not meant for her?

Her gaze had moved back to the girl, who seemed determined not to acknowledge her. She wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if telling her off would do anything. She might just not realize that Elsa was... Elsa.

So, she settled for a pretty neutral question just before the girl left the dining room. "Pardon me, but do you know where the rest of my family is?"

The girl spun around very quickly, seeming very surprised and possibly a little upset, and almost simultaneously a footman came into the room.

Okay, so I wanted to stop it there... It's a little on the short side, but it'll have to do.