Before Anna knew it, they were out in the air, and cool spring wind blew past her, and though she didn't mind the cold, she never had done, she curled against her mother with a whimpering sniff, and rubbed harshly at her eyes, hoping that Elsa would be okay. In front of her, she could see her father, Elsa held against him with one hand as he rode forwards on his horse at an alarming pace, and her sister had never looked paler. Anna swallowed, and squeezed her eyes closed, wishing she had just gone back to sleep when told. It seemed like only moments later, they came to a harsh stop, the horse muttering and neighing as its occupants climbed down.

Anna didn't know where she was, it was cold and dark even with the moon shining high in the sky, and all there seemed to be around them were tree's and stones and more tree's, growing tall against the backdrop of the North Mountain. Anna sniffed again, and hid behind her hair, not really listening to her father speak - she should have, because she couldn't help the high shriek that escaped as the stones rolled out into strange creatures, with green mossy hair, and rock like skin. Quietly, she was scolded, and hid behind her mother's skirts in fear.

One troll walked forwards, slowly, with a crumbling gait, seeming worn and old, and curiously the youngest girl watched, tugging at white-red hair. Ugh, she hated her hair.

"Ah, you are lucky, your Majesty, it was her head and not her heart. I can heal her." A gasping sigh of relief came from the Kings parted lips, and the Queen burst into tears of relief at the words, watching white and blue strands seep from her daughters head. Then, Anna was turned to, her big blue eyes staring out at the people around her. Well, people and trolls. "Born with the power, or cursed with it, sire?"

The creature spoke again, facing her father, and she turned to catch his eye, whimpering at the glare the King gave to her Elsa still cradled in his arms Hissing out the words, like they were poison, he spoke.

"Born with them." The words carried hate and fear with them, and Anna shrunk back, looking down at the floor. She hadn't known she might hurt someone with her power, and she would have hidden away long ago if she had. She hoped that Papa didn't hate her now, for she had never meant to hurt Elsa, to make her cold as ice and weak as well. The elder troll, whose name she did not know turned to stare at her, making Anna squirm under the seriousness of his gaze, and she swallowed nervously when he spoke once more.

"You must be careful Princess. Your power is strong, and will only grow stronger. You are gifted, but some may see that power as a curse, and fear you for it, if you cannot control it." His voice was grave and gravelly, and she swallowed once more, nodding at his words. She didn't want to hurt anyone, she could stop using her power, and not let anyone know. She could. Pale lips parted to speak, but the Queen beat her to it.

"We can hide them. Keep her hidden away from castle and kingdom until she can conceal them. We can say she was sickly and sent away to get better. But Elsa will miss her sister dreafully.." The old woman sighed, pushing blond, but graying hair behind her ears as she spoke, turning to her husband with a woeful look. He nodded, kissing his elder daughters hair softly.

"Yes, she will be kept hidden until Elsa is grown up, until the kingdom is safe. We can reduce the number of staff in the castle, and make sure no-one knows. Keep her away from her sister for their safety." The troll nodded and looked at the older child sorrowfully.

"I think for now, it would be best to take Princess Elsa's memories of your power, Miss Anna… Perhaps of you altogether, until you both are older, and wiser and more powerful. Yes?" What? Elsa wouldn't know about her anymore? Or her power over ice and snow? Anna squeaked and rubbed her eyes, staring at him in apparent shock, before bursting into fat salty tears that froze as they fell to the ground. "Now, now little one, it will be safer for her. You don't want her to get hurt, do you Miss Anna?" Anna shook her head, and nodded quietly.

"O-Okay… I-I guess that will be okay. But where will I go Papa?" Voice trembling and weak, Anna spoke softly for the first time, turning to her father, who glared at her again.

"You can stay in the East wing. It is sectioned off anyway from Elsa, so she will not question why she cannot go in it. You'll need a cook and a maid, and a tutor, but that is all." Voice cool and slightly harsh, the King spoke, looking to his wife, who nodded softly in return.

"We will visit you Anna, but you must remember this is for your own safety. Shall we say, until Elsa comes of age. 11 years?" She questioned the troll and her husband who quickly agreed, and Anna watched, with a heavy heart as green and brown surrounded Elsa for just a moment, and then she was being picked up once again by her mother to ride.

This time, the ride was slower, calmer and without the frantic pace of before, and slowly Anna found herself nodding off to sleep. When she awoke, the walls of the castle could be seen again, and she was lying in a large bed, on cool sheets, the room dark and musty. The young princess sniffled, rubbing at her blue eyes as she stared out at her new bedroom, the place she would stay for her childhood now – to protect Elsa. To keep them both safe, it was what she had to do.

Heavy black curtains were pulled across the large double windows, and slowly Anna stood up to pull them back, looking across the fields of Arendelle with a soft sniff. Her new room seemed empty and lonely, and quiet, without a friend in the world. Already she missed Elsa, who wouldn't even remember that she was here, alive, not that she was even born. That hurt the most, knowing that her sister would be fine, and happy, not remembering she had a sister. Anna whimpered, lip quivering, and she rubbed at her eyes again, watching frost dance across the window sill – and then she screamed.

Almost instantly her parents were there, and she looked up at them fearfully, pointing at the growing layer of ice that had already covered the dark wood.

"Mama, Papa, help!"

From her feet, frost covered the deep blue carpets of the room, and crawled slowly up the walls, as her parents looked on with wide eyes. It was the King who spoke first, stepping forwards to grip his youngest daughters small shoulders, and stare her in the eyes. His hands were horribly warm and clammy against her skin, but his eyes angry and as cold as the ice surrounding them. Anna gulped and whimpered, letting freezing, wet tears drip down her cheeks.

"You must control yourself Anna. Conceal your powers! You cannot feel them. Hide them. Control yourself, otherwise you shall not see you sister again!" Voice low and cruel, he looked into the girls eyes, face blank and clear of emotion. Anna hiccupped and nodded, looking down at the floor, as she tried to get a hold on her emotions, fear and upset clawing at her stomach, but she mustn't let it affect her –she couldn't anymore. With a sniff, the ice stopped crawling over her new room, and hands removed themselves from her shoulders.

"Yes F-Father." Her voice was shaky and barely above a whisper, and Anna continued watching the floor, until the wooden door slammed shut with a bang. When she looked up again she was alone, the chill of the room nipping at her nose and for the first time in her life, she felt truly alone.


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Hey! Thanks to all the reviews, they were very kind! Also I will be posting links soon for the adult versions of Anna and Elsa in this story, so keep your eyes peeled! They'll definitely be up before the next chapter arrives!