Hello Readers. And by readers I mean Guest Ironic, Ironic Irony, Snow Queen, Snow Queen Elsa, etc all of whom I am 99% sure are she same people. Here is a response to your million questions.

I do NOT consider Anna more mature or of the older sister compared to Elsa. This was just a silly idea that I felt the need to post based off of some artwork by comickergirl on tumblr.

Just the idea of making Anna so much older, bigger and more physically/mentally mature than Elsa seemed appealing to me at the moment but now that I have got the idea out there I am having massive writer's block.

I honestly have no idea how to continue this story and if anyone has any ideas please feel free to give me inspiration.

I will probably add Ingrid and Helga to the story because I am am OUaT fan and I loved that arc as well. But no Ingrid is still the older one. Ok maybe Helga is the most mature but Ingrid is not mentally the youngest.

I have no idea if Elsa will be a child prodigy nor do I have exact birthdays done.

Yes the deaths of the parents are undeserved fates.

Anna was thinking of taking Elsa to the city of Eldora before deciding not too.

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Here is a little something because I haven't updated in awhile. Not sure if I will continue this fanfiction though. But If I do I think I will do some chapters Anna's POV others Elsa POV.

Now Elsa POV

Hello my name is Elsa Arendelle,

Right now I am waking up on the couch in front of a tv showing spongebob on a Saturday morning. Must have fallen asleep during the Friday night tv-a-thon with my big sister Anna. I look up and I realize I am leaning against my sister who is completely asleep and snoring. Her left arm is strapped around my body, my head was leaning against her chest (don't worry she had clothes on) and her hair is a complete mess.

I look up and chuckle at my sister's appearance before I wiggle my way out of her grasp. But just as I stand up I hear my sister muttering.

"Huh-what? Oh good morning Elsa." Anna says still mostly asleep. But waking up.

"Morning Anna. Sorry I woke you."

"Oh-oh it's ok. I needed to get up anyways." Then Anna manages to stand herself up, she rubs her eyes and wakes up completely.

"Come on how about we make breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes?" Anna asks me. With all honesty my mouth drools when she says those words. I think i see Anna drooling a little too. But I have something else in mind.

"First. It's the third Saturday morning of every third month." I say with excited anticipation. We have this kind of tradition we do on the morning of the third saturday of every third month.

"Oh alright. Come on."

Anna leads me to the bathroom door. On the doors boarding liner there are marker lines labeled "Anna" and "Elsa". This was the door that mom and dad used to mark Anna growing as she was growing up. Now Anna marks me every so often so we can compare. I lean my body against the door, she takes out a marker and she brings the tip close to my head before making a line. I turn around and see.

"Wow Elsa. Your half an inch taller when I was when I was your age."

It was true. The oldest line said "Anna-8 yrs-4'1", the line that Anna made for me was about half an inch taller than that. Anna rubs my head.

"You're gonna be such a big girl Elsa."

"Hey maybe when i'm big i'll be even taller than you." I say excited.

"You will need to eat breakfast for that. Come on pancakes!"

So it has been half an hour later. I am eating one chocolate chip pancake with a glass of orange juice while my sister is scarfing down her third pancake with a huge glass of milk.

Then we hear the doorbell ring.

"I got it." Anna says getting up. She walks over to the door as I watch from the kitchen.

Anna looks through the peephole and answers the door. And then I see a familiar face. It's Kristoff our mailman. He holds a brown paper package and greets Anna. He's always happy to see her, and so is my sister.

"Kristoff. Oh hi. What's this?" Anna asks all nervous?

"I got your latest issue of History Magazine. This issue is Joan of Arc."

"Oh yeah give me!" Anna squealed as she snatched the magazine from Kristoff hand. She always loved histories strong independant women.

"Hey Kristoff!" I say waving from the table.

"Hey Elsa. How's school?" he asks.

"Fine I guess." I answer.

"Anyways I gotta go. More mail to deliver. See you two later." Kristoff says before turning around and leaving.

"By Kris." Anna says before closing the door. She walks over to the table and before she sits down notices the look I have on my face.

"What?"

"When are you going to admit you love KristofF?" I ask.

"Wait what? I-I don't love Kristoff." She says in that voice she always says when she's lying. With that usual blush and nervous smile.

"Anna I see how you act around him. I think he really likes you too."

"I do care for Kristoff. Alot. But I already have an amazing boyfriend."

I groan upon hearing of that douchebag.

"I never liked Hans. He seems kind of cheesy." I say.

"Well when you're older you will understand love as well as I do." Anna says patting my head and picking up her fork with two pieces of pancake stuck to it.

Before I can open my mouth to say anything, she sticks the fork into my mouth.