Even when Anna didn't remember why she felt she needed to do so, she still visited Elsa's bedroom frequently. At first she tried to convince her sister to leave the bedroom, but when that didn't work, she started chatting about her day. She'd giggle and talk about the armored man she crashed into with her bike, how much she loved chocolate, and the newborn goslings she had seen swimming down by the water. The topics were kept whimsical and light, mostly because Anna wanted Elsa to come join her; if she talked about the horrible things that were happening to her, her sister might never come out.

The King ignored his youngest daughter and abandoned her completely; he submerged himself in his work so completely that he was to point of exhaustion. He only ever saw any of his daughters at the day, when he would eat dinner as the head of the family at the table. And it was only in that moment he'd see Elsa. She never sat at the table to eat meals with the family, but instead she would come down to thank the cooks for delivering her meals to her room. It was for barely a minute that she would stay, but Anna and her father both clung to this for it was the only time they ever saw her.

She was very good at running away.

It was at this moment that Elsa disappeared into the kitchen that Anna dared to take her chance.

"I'm not feeling hungry tonight, in fact, I'm feeling quite sick to my stomach. May I retire for the rest of the evening, Dad?" she asked. The girl glanced at her father but he didn't give any response or indication he had heard her question. After a few moment, she pushed away from the table and snuck away. She was launching a counter-strike, time to take this to the enemy. Elsa would only be distracted for a moment, leaving her not much time to slip in and start her secret mission.

Anna released the breath she had been holding when she found Elsa's bedroom door unlocked. This was the first time she had ever entered Elsa's bedroom; it was plain and clean; she supposed Elsa was just a neat-freak- it would explain the reason she was always wearing gloves anyway. The princess stood and thought desperately trying to figure out where she could hide without being caught. Actually, she wanted to be caught, but not too soon. She had to have her chance to talk to Elsa again.

Her options were limited.


"Thank you," Elsa said politely and reserved from outside the kitchen. The cooks took a moment to smile at the young woman standing in the doorway. All of them adored this sweet and gentle lady, they loved her years ago the moment they first met her.

"Of course, princess. It's no big deal."

"Did you eat it all? Look at you, your thinner than a twig." A scowl was settling upon her figure.

"It was no problem at all! The little chocolate that was on the side of your plate. Yep that was me, my treat!"

Elsa blushed down at the floor and began to retreat, she was too shy that she didn't know how to respond to the open affection they gave her. After leaving the kitchen she entered the dining hall, her eyes caught her father staring straight at her before he glanced away; she still felt hurt by that. He barely gave a nod as she walked out the door. The halls were silent like they always were, no other presence except her's echoed in light clicks through the wide stretch.

Elsa stopped just short of Anna's bedroom and smiled; her sister might not be in bed yet but she consistently performed this ritual- if only to appease her selfish desires.

'Goodnight,' she whispered silently and took off her glove to place her bare-hand against Anna's door. Eventually she turned around. Eventually she walked into her bedroom.

Elsa bedroom was mostly dark; only a few candles lit a path through her room to her bed. She scraped her nails against her duvet-covers and continued walking till she was in front of her wardrobe. She opened the doors with a heavy sigh and yanked her nightgown off it's hanger. Elsa retreated back to her bed and rested against it so she could slid her dress off and let it fall to the ground; Elsa changed clothes and dropped her spent outfit down the laundry-chute.

'Where is it? Of course, there!'

Her book was lying on its side by her nightstand and she grabbed it before crawling onto the bed. That's when she heard an unusual noise and froze.

''Saaa-aaaa…."

'What the hell is that?'

"El-sssss-aaaaa."

'Was it coming from under her bed?'

"C-c-can't breathe!" something gasped out.

Elsa tore away from her mattress in a flash and ran across her bedroom floor. Her eyes never left her bed while she fumbled around blindly in search of the handle to her door.

"Yay, I'm not dead." muffled cheers broke out from under her bed, "Elsa, can you help me? I'm stuck."

'Anna!'

"What are you doing under there?" Elsa asked. Her body froze and her hands trembled at her side.

"Wanted to talk to you, got stuck, need help." came a curt response to her question.

"Okay, I'll just-ummm. Lift the bed, one moment…" Elsa walked to the edge of her bed and lifted the frame up. It was heavy and barely yielded but it gave just enough to allow her sister to squirm her way out.

"Hi!" Anna shot up from off the ground and brushed imaginary dirt off her dress- Elsa was too much of a prim and proper princess to allow dirt and grime to collect down underneath her bed. After Anna patted herself down a few more times the little sister settled her eyes coyly up into those of her sister's.

Elsa stared and smiled softly, "Your beautiful."

"Your beautifuller! Whoops, I didn't mean fuller, but like more beautiful. I mean… Wait what?"

Anna watched her sister cover her mouth with a gloved-hand. Her shoulders shook a little and her eyes were beginning to tear.

'She's laughing.'

Anna reveled that her sister's pretentious facade was dropped for the moment, even if it was at her own expense, she was always wishing that Elsa could smile and laugh more often.

"So why were you stuck underneath my bed; I believe that should make for an interesting story."

Anna blinked and her mouth opened to let loose an endless spout of nervous blabber, "Oh, well I so-oooo wanted to see you. I mean, even though were sisters and all, I've never got the chance to talk to you one-on-one. Papa is always saying that you're doing very important stuff and can't be bothered by me- I hope I'm not interrupting anything- oh well- so I wanted to talk to you and I snuck into your bedroom and couldn't find a place to hide besides under the bed. By the way you keep your bedroom really neat and tidy, I wish I was more like you. Anyway, so since you always leave before I can say anything during the day I wanted to hide until you got here; you know, so we can talk. ButthenwhenyousatonthebeditcollapsedandIcouldn'tmove-"

"Anna, slow down!" Elsa was launched into another laughing fit again as a result of her sister's shocked expression.

"I'm sorry Elsa, I talk too much. I didn't mean to bore you with my talking or impose on you."

Elsa rolled her eyes and shook her head back and forth, " I find the way you talk rather cute, but I was getting nervous when I saw your face turning red. It looked like you were about to pass out from lack of air." Elsa turned around and sat on the edge of her bed, accidentally knocking her book to the ground. Not bothering to pick it up, she settled herself down into the mattress and looked up at her sister again.

"What were you wanting to talk to me about?"

"Umm, anything I suppose-" her voice hiked up a few octaves when Elsa sighed disapprovingly.

"Anna, it's late and you should be heading off to bed."

"But I won't get to talk with you tomorrow, you'll be busy like you're 'alwaaaays' are!"

"As you should be. You need to get up at seven to attend your etiquette-education class."

"Wait, etiquette-education?" Anna asked suspiciously but Elsa chocked it up to forgetfulness.

"Yes, remember, it's taught by Mrs. Sullivan; she's a widow. Her husband died last month. Honestly Anna, you've been attending her class for five weeks now!"

"How the hell do you know my schedule, lady!" Anna snarled furiously and took several furious steps towards her sister.

Of course Elsa would know; even with the whole isolation thing going on, she still had to take classes as the future monarch to Arendelle. She knew Anna's schedule by heart for Elsa was eliminating any possible encounters with her little sister as she traveled to and from those classes.

'In this sort of situation, silence is key.'

Elsa remained quite quiet as her sister thought hard about her response- or her lack of one.

"Oh my God! You're avoiding me on purpose."

'Bingo, or in this case, Checkmate.'

"Elsa. What did I ever do to you that would make you avoid me on purpose?" Anna's eyes looked down onto the blond full of hurt and anger.

'What do I do? Anna must not know. Conceal it don't feel it.'

"Because you're a pain, Anna."

'Wow, that hurt to say much more than I thought it would.'

"You're always trying to talk to me; is it so hard to believe that I just don't want to talk back?" A strategical placed rhetorical question. It had the effect Elsa wanted it to have.

Anna took a shaky step backwards.

"Its late, I'm tired. Go to bed, Anna, you're insufferable!" Elsa bent down to pick her book up off the floor and the next time she looked up, her sister was gone.

There were no more knocks on the door.

No more talks and winded speeches from Anna.

Not anymore,

not after that.


Elsa hated herself, she could hear Anna crying in her bedroom, and she was broken from it. The same promise she had broken not only once, but twice. She had hurt her little sister and she ached to make it better. But what could she do?

Frozen icicles surrounded; they grew from her self-hatred and were made sharp by her guilt. Elsa couldn't bare to let Anna see them, get hurt by them- get hurt by her… She formed a knife with her powers and dug the tip experimentally into her wrist. Pulling up a long slash was carved into her skin. It ached but it wasn't anything less than she deserved. The bleeding eventually slowed and stopped but it didn't carry away her self-hatred, It did; however, distract her from it.

When the maids saw the blood on the sheets, they thought that Elsa had at last matured into a young women. They were thrilled and elated; it was a good sign. Almost like clockwork red would appear on the bed every month lasting for an entire week. And as for the gloves, they would always stay on. She had them tailored to be longer, to cover up the length of her forearm. To cover up the scars.

Nothing is wrong.

Everything is fine,

Everything is normal.

Except it wasn't…

There's no one that can help something like me,

All alone in my own special Kingdom of Isolation.

I'm the Queen.


She could hear her sister crying again; a mini-blizzard settled inside her bedroom. She had been through this once, she knew what her sister had seen. The gallery room, no one to comfort her, the pitiful glances people were giving her. Elsa should be there for her, to walk her through it, after all, no one more than her knew how hard this was after once going through it without her father.

'Father'


"Do you have to go?" Anna asked sadly

There was no reply.

Her father walked to Elsa's door and sighed, "I'll see you in two weeks."

"You'll be fine." A voice carried quietly out from the other side of the door.

That was the last time Anna saw her father. That was the last time Elsa heard his voice.


She couldn't even leave her room in two weeks, not to thank the cooks that brought Elsa her meals, not even to attend her lessons.

Anna prepared for the funeral alone; she had expected Elsa to attend the parting service but she never showed up in the end.

There went Anna's last hope; that was the last chance she was willing to give to her sister.

No more expectations, the truth has always been in front of me.

Life's too short to be such an oblivious fool, so reckless that I couldn't see.

To always feel shutout and unloved by the sister I long to know.

She doesn't care about me, not ever, not anymore.

Elsa wished she could have died on the night of his funeral. She might have too if it wasn't for a voice, that sounded almost as broken as she felt, coming from across her bedroom door.

"Elsa, I know your in there. People are asking where you've been."

A pause.

"They say have 'courage' and I'm trying to. I'm right out here for you, just let me in."

"We only have each other, it's just you and me. What are we going to do…"

Elsa lowered the knife and collapsed against the side of the door. She knew her sister could here hear her there; she didn't care. There was a slide against the other side of the door, her sister had joined her, if only for the moment.

It was an eternity before a set of footsteps carried someone away from the door and closed themselves off in their bedroom for the night.

To no one, but the one person that mattered the most- the one person that should and could never hear her- Elsa replied, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Happy times seem far away.

Concerned eyes look forward to the future.

The past in in the past.

I don't think I will ever be ready to be Queen.