Anna wandered down the street, with no aim whatsoever, strolling through the town. She just needed a moment, away from the wild colors of the day before, away from the plain hospital room. At the hospital, the doctor had informed Anna that Elsa was alive, but was unconscious, and would be for at least another 48 hours due to the amount of blood that she lost. For the first twelve hours, Anna had sat at her sister's bedside, but half an hour ago, she had told Kristoff to watch her until Anna had found something- anything- that would indicate how her sister had become suicidal. But right now, Anna needed to close her eyes and at least try to think. There was just too much to think about. The colors were flying in front of her, overwhelming and scaring and tearing Anna apart. She missed her sister, she missed her best friend. She needed her, to see her smile and be happy and- her thoughts were interrupted by the smell of hot chocolate as Anna made her way towards a familiar cafe, the color blue clouding her vision.

A little girl of eight faintly smiled at the smell of hot chocolate. It was coming from the cafe that she, Anna and Kristoff played in front of on weekends. The owner, Elsa's friend Kai, would occasionally bring out some cookies for them, and the children would gobble them up in mere seconds.

She was drawing in the car. It was Olaf the snowman again, her and Anna's imaginary friend. She couldn't focus though; the road was too bumpy. Groaning, she leaned into her seat. Her parents were driving her to school today, as a special treat because Kristoff was not going to be in her class this year. Being a year younger that all his classmates was apparently too much for him, so he remained in second grade while Elsa was condemned to attend third grade. Alone. As if it wasn't bad enough that Anna wouldn't even start school until next year.

Elsa purposely picked the spot near the window, where no-one else was sitting. She missed Kristoff, and his goofy acts and funny games. More than anything, she wanted to run out of the room and join him. She smiled at the thought of seeing him at break time.

Meanwhile, a girl with big green eyes and incredibly long blond hair approached her. With curiosity, she leaned over Elsa's shoulder to admire the sketch of Olaf, which was now lying on Elsa's desk.

"Do you like to draw?" the girl asked. When Elsa shyly nodded, she grinned and exclaimed, "So do I! I think painting is the best thing ever!" The girl reached into her pretty purple school bag and pulled out a drawing of a green chameleon. "This is my pet, Pascal," she told Elsa, proudly. "I love drawing him." Before Elsa had the chance to tell the other girl about Olaf, the teacher, an incredibly tall woman with tightly fixed gray hair, stalked into the room, ordering the students to their seats, to which the third graders quickly scurried to. Even though Elsa never had the chance to learn the girl's name, she found herself smiling throughout the rest of the lesson.

Anna stood in front of her old primary school. The blue was blinding, stabbing at her, tripping her as she walked. She leaned against the wall of the school, sipping at her hot chocolate, allowing herself to be swallowed by the blue.

Elsa didn't see the other girl at break time. But she'd see her in class later, so that was going to be good. Giddy with excitement, she turned around to go tell Kristoff about the possibility of a new friend. And bumped right into another girl with an oof, landing on the floor.

The other girl, a redhead from her class with chubby cheeks and a sneer painted on her face, towered over her. Elsa winced.

"Where are you going?" She growled, eyeing Elsa as if she were a lion watching its prey.

"Just to find a friend," Elsa mumbled, nervously glancing at the other girl's eyes narrowed.

"You mean the kid with the ridiculously long hair?" Elsa didn't move. Her classmate was starting to scare her.

"Oh, honey," the redhead sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry that you even consider her as a friend." She leaned over, so that her nose almost touched Elsa's. "You do know that she hates you, right?"

Elsa just shook her head.

"She told me you were drawing this really lame snowman. And that snowmen are for babies. That you are no more than one. Big. Baby." A pause. "She doesn't want to be near a baby. That's why she was so relieved when Mrs. Tremaine started class. She thinks you're going to hurt her reputation by hanging around her."

Hurt flashed across Elsa's face. Satisfied by this, the other girl continued, "You know, you're just going to make her upset if you talk to her. Maybe you should just stick around me instead. You know, so I can make sure you won't hurt anyone. I will be able to look after you."

Tears started to well up in Elsa's eyes. But then she remembered something her papa said. Conceal, don't feel. So that is what she did. Swallowing her emotions, she created a hole. A hole of nothing, of no colors or anything that would let the other girl know that she reacted,

"You don't have many friends, do you?" The redhead asked. Elsa just lowered her head"Just that one kid who flunked second grade, right? Well, I am Anastasia, and me and my sister Drizella will from now on be your real friends. That means that you will do everything that I say from now on. Got it?"

Elsa turned her head away, which Anastasia took as a 'yes'.

The old photo albums were scattered all over the attic floor. Anna carefully wiped the dust off one, and opened it to the first page. Three little girls, a redhead, a brunette and Elsa, were sitting on a swing. The redhead and the brunette were grinning, their arms around each other's shoulders in a pose, but Elsa just stared straight at the camera, as if she were wondering why the photographer chose to capture that exact moment.

A blue wind gently rose from the dust, softly swishing around the room like a rising storm as Anna turned the page. Another picture of an unsmiling Elsa with the same two girls, but this time in Elsa's room with a pile of dolls Anna had never seen before in the background. The next page had a similar picture to the ones before, as did the one after that, and the one after that one, in fact, all of the pictures in the album presented the same two grinning girls and an unemotional Elsa. Except for the last one. The pictured was titled Graduation from Walt Disney Elementary, and showed a class full of fifth graders, of which most were puffy-eyed and red-nosed from crying. Elsa wasn't. This was the first, and only, photo in which she could be seen smiling.

Elsa could tell that Anna was confused when friendly, fun Kristoff stopped coming over to play. Even more so when two scowling kids, who seemed to take no interest in anything that Elsa had to say, replaced him. Neither could Elsa explain why she brought home those sneering girls instead of the smiling ones home to play, and never could Elsa tell why she, even though she knew these girls were bad news, was around them. And never could Elsa express how much she wanted Anna away from these so-called friends, because unlike Elsa herself, funny, cheeky and lovely Anna could never hurt anyone's reputation, feelings or anything. Anna didn't need to be held back, and shouldn't be held back by Elsa. Which is why it frustrated Anna so incredibly much when Elsa wouldn't let her talk to them.

Or rather, when Elsa wouldn't let them talk her. It was as if every word coming out of Anastasia's and Drizella's mouths were a poison that Elsa would willingly swallow, but not want Anna to taste.

The only thing Anna saw in this situation was that Elsa didn't want her around when anyone was nearby. Thus the sisters began to part ways.

The gentle blue swirling around the room had darkened and gained strength, and now threatened to knock Anna over and blind her sight. For a moment, Anna felt like the color was going to swallow her. Hastily, she grabbed as many of the albums as she could fit in her bag and rushed down the stairs, through the hallway- and stopped right at Elsa's white door. The blue that she felt was chasing her caught up, and darkened into the dark shade of wine. As if the sudden change hypnotized her, Anna stepped forward, pushing the door open. Into a room she hadn't stepped into in years.

Her sister's room was dark, so Anna couldn't recognize a thing. Not even the colors that shadowed Anna since that fateful moment of discovering her sister were in sight. Blindly, she reached out her arm, waving it around the room until she hit a piece of furniture. A table, presumably. Carefully, Anna ran her hand over the smooth surface. This table was the same table Elsa sat at. Ate at. Did her homework at. The idea of Elsa, standing where Anna stood now, made Anna smile.

A sudden change of texture at Anna's fingertips tore Anna away from her thoughts. She was now holding a piece of paper, rough in her hands in comparison to the smooth wood of the table. Before she could change her mind, Anna took it, careful not crumple it as she left the room. In the hallway, Anna glanced at the title.

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson. Analysis by Elsa of Arendelle, Grade 10, December 7th 2007.

Anna widened her eyes in surprise. Even though she couldn't imagine why Elsa would have kept that for six years, she added it to her collection of memories in her bag.

Sighing, Anna pressed herself against the wall. The blue was brighter than ever, masking everything she could sense, as if it were covering her eyes and ears. While choking back a sob, Anna shook herself. She had to get back to the hospital, she had to see Elsa.

Light. Light was the first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes. How beautiful she felt feeling the colorful light, but how uncomfortably unfamiliar it was on her face. Then the pain came. The physical all at once, taking over her body, the mental in waves, one after the other, as if they wouldn't stop coming. And the light that had brought so many beautiful colors turned black and white in mere seconds, so that she closed them again, clenching them shut. Only to reopen them in surprise soon after. Why wasn't she dead?

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! She was in hospital, in hospital because of attempted suicide, nonononono this couldn't be happening, what will she do, will they send her to a mental hospital, what will Anna think,wh- Anna. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, ANNA!

Hastily, the girl turned her head to observe the room around her. There was probably some color; she presumed that the curtains were some shade of blue or red or purple, as was most likely the rug, but she didn't pay attention. The only colors in her eyes were those of her sister, sleeping on a colorless hospital chair, with the familiar red hair, but a new subtle shade of purple on her face.

"Anna," the girl whispered, eyeing the hospital gown she was wearing, then analysing her sister's face with worry. She couldn't- no, wouldn't imagine what this could have done to her. What she did to her. No. Nonononono. Anna didn't deserve this, Anna didn't deserve a sister who wanted to die, Anna didn't deserve someone as awful as her and- what did she do?

A voice, soft and gentle, interrupted her thoughts.

"Elsa?"

Because I could not stop for Death (479)

Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

A/N: I (obviously) did not write Because I could stop not for death.

And thank you so much for the reviews! I also love non-related Elsanna (although that doesn't say much- I love anything that involves Elsa). And your English is perfectly understandable :).