Disclaimer: I still don't own Frozen ;;
"Anna, get back here!"
Anna had always been a stubborn girl.
Growing up with her older and more responsible cousin, Rapunzel, Anna had always had more freedom. She was free to run and climb and skip to her heart's content - which was also why she was ducking under unassuming arms and weaving through startled crowds to escape the clutches of her cousin. Sure, Rapunzel was fast, but Anna was much, much faster.
Unfortunately, as she threw a cheeky grin back to her frustrated relative, Anna failed to see the equally oblivious blonde girl mere steps before her.
They were both on the ground before they knew it, the sounds of the carnival melting away as Anna regarded the girl beneath her. Surprisingly, Anna's first thoughts were of how blue the girl's eyes were.
Anna didn't once notice the shock of ice beneath them.
"C-Can you please get off me?" Anna strained to hear over the rumble of the roller coaster and the already fading screams of those on board. It wasn't until she felt small hands nudging at her shoulders that she stopped gaping. She wobbled to her feet, dirtied hands offered to the meek young girl beneath her.
"I'm sorry for ruining your white dress," Anna had told her after she'd pulled the girl up. "I'm Anna, by the way, Anna Almstedt. Do you wanna' get some ice cream?"
The girl before her blinked, but nodded regardless, and it was only seconds before Anna had taken her hand hostage, tugging her along to the stand she'd been heading for in the first place.
"So, what's your name?" Anna had asked when they were seated on a bench not too far from a magic show, chocolate ice cream smeared across her cheeks, already halfway through the treat. The girl with the blue eyes glanced over and giggled, a hand covering her mouth, her own ice cream cone wobbling precariously in the other.
"I'm—" "Elsa!" another voice cut through, stern and sharp and worried. The girl - Elsa - looked up, dropping the handkerchief she was intending to give to Anna to wipe her cheeks. Anna watched as a tall man with a thin mustache scooped Elsa up in his arms, a beautiful woman and her billowing red dress following closely behind. "We were so worried about you." They barely spared a glance to Anna when Elsa had quietly mentioned her, the woman throwing a distracted 'thank you' over her shoulder before they were off, Elsa looking at her over the man's strong shoulders.
Anna thought they looked like a storm, cold and strong and powerful as they parted the crowds. Elsa didn't break their gaze for one second, not until there were too many people and her Aunt Gerda had finally found her. Anna barely heard the scolding, stumbling after her portly aunt, ice cream totally forgotten.
It wasn't until later that night, skinned knees tended to and messy hair brushed out, that Anna managed to gather herself. She reached into the pocket of her discarded shorts, pulling out the stark white handkerchief that Elsa had dropped in her lap before she was swept away by her parents. She stared at the embroidered letters, tracing over the 'E.A.' with a furrow of her brow.
"I need to find her again," Anna whispered to herself, determined. She plopped back down on her bed and stared up at the stars on her ceiling, hugging the handkerchief to her chest.
Anna, as her eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, wondered if Elsa was thinking about her, too.
