I'm not a fairy.

I'm not a fairy.

I'm not a fairy.

Anna frowned at the girl not entertained in the slightest by her denial. "You're magic" she said as if that decided the matter. Then grabbing the bag of chocolate again and thrust it into the girl's chest. "Eat it, you know you won't be able to do magic again until you do."

The girl just stared at Anna as she blinked up at the princess with astonishingly blue eyes her words leaving her in a soft exhale of astonishment "You...aren't afraid of me?"

Anna just frowned again, why was this fairy acting so surprised? "Of course not," she said looking as if it was the most obvious thing in the world "why would I be afraid of you?"

"I could have hurt you" Elsa said softly "I was so surprised I almost attacked you" and she gestured, pointing at the ice surrounding them and Anna, realizing her surroundings for the first time since tackling the girl, saw the line of icicles surrounding where the two girls currently lay, spiking outward in a vicious circle of jagged, dagger like icicles.

"Oh" Anna's voice escaped her, looking down uncertainly at Elsa "I'm sor-, I-I didn't mea-" she paused ringing her hands suddenly looking everywhere but at the eyes of the girl in front of her. "I just didn't want you to disappear." she admitted quietly "I didn't mean to scare you" she said sincerely grabbing Elsa's arm in her desperation to make her understand, missing Elsa's surprised jerk at the contact in her anxiousness. "Don't be mad I-" her rant was abruptly cut off as she paused in puzzlement staring at Elsa and the sugar still in her hair then turning to look at the ice surrounding them, then back to Elsa.

"...you're not supposed to do magic" she said dumbly releasing Elsa's arm and sitting back regarding her with an almost accusing stare. "The spell's supposed to stop you until it's done."

There was a pause as the two girls regarded each other warily before Elsa reluctantly dragged herself up so she was sitting delicately on the ice facing the confused Anna. She regarded her for a moment before she finally spoke breaking the silence that had descended over the two of them.

"I'm not a fairy Anna." And slowly holding out her hand in between the two of them she extended her palm and conjured bright snow flakes that twisted and danced up through her fingers and around her hand before she stretched out her arm and let them escape into the silent night sky.

She looked back down hesitant and wary of revealing herself to this stranger of a girl, only to find Anna staring at her with a horror struck expression, her face flushing a bright pink and darkening into a deep magenta so quickly Elsa could have sworn Anna was no longer breathing. Then before she could do anything to address this already alarming response Anna burst into tears.

"WAAAHH!" Elsa exclaimed so started that the undignified exclamation slipped through her lips before she could stop it.

"I though-I thought you w-were a s-s-snow f-fairy!" Anna sobbed burying her face in her mittens. "I-I'm so sorry!" She spluttered as Elsa regarded her in alarm. "You m-must think I'm s-so st-stupid! I'm so em-embarrassed!" And as Elsa watched the little girl seem to crumple in on herself pulling her knees up to her chest as the great sobs shook her little body. Her blue eyes suddenly peering over her knees to fix desperately on Elsa as tears pored out of them and down her young cheeks. "Please, P-Please don't hate me!" She begged the older girl, and before Elsa could even begin to form a response continued not even realizing what she was saying as the words spewed out of her mouth in her desperation. "Y-You're just so-so beautiful and your p-p-powers were so wonderful I thought there w-was no way you could be human, I j-just really really r-really wanted to be your friend! And now," her face crumpled in on itself in despair "Now you must hate me!" She howled into the still night air, burying her face back into her knees knowing it was no use, that there was no way anyone would be fine with having a strange five-year-old jump out of a bush and attempt to kidnap them, and she was not expecting the sudden joyous laughter that suddenly echoed through the night air.

Anna's head jerked upward as she regarded, with wide eyes, the laughing girl in front of her. She didn't understand. Elsa should be angry. She should be furious. Instead she sat in front of Anna cheeks flushed, blue eyes dancing as one of her hands clutched her stomach and the other attempted to cover her mouth, in a rather lady-like fashion, as her full laughter echoed around the pair.

Anna could only stare, forgetting her embarrassment in the light of the new side of this girl. "I don't understand." She whispered, as Elsa's humorous eyes met hers again.

"I've never met anyone like you before." Said Elsa her grin seeming to illuminate her face as her eyes roamed over Anna in astonishment.

"Me!?" Squeaked Anna, suddenly feeling embarrassment that had nothing to do with her actions earlier and everything to do with the attention this girl was suddenly giving her "There's nothing special about me, I'm-I'm just Anna."

"Well, just Anna" said the older girl, with her grin still firmly planted on her face. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" Then softer "I'm sure your parents will be worried when they find you missing."

Anna felt her face flush again in embarrassment and she quickly pressed her forehead into the back of her knees to try to hide it. "I saw your lights" she muttered into the fabric of her pants "I've been waiting to see them, because I knew they meant you'd be here."

With her face still pressed to her knees she felt rather then saw Elsa stiffen. "Anna" Elsa said hesitantly "exactly how many times have you..." her voice faded out into the silence her question hanging in the air between them and Anna wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but it seemed as though the wind picked up, blowing lightly over the exposed portions of her face.


The first time Anna saw Elsa it had been hard to convince herself it wasn't a dream. A young girl, who danced with ice and snow at her command, more graceful in that natural state then Anna could ever be even with the years of etiquette classes in front of her. She was a beautiful dream. Not that Anna hadn't wanted to speak to her that first time, but she had found herself unable, peering out from a tree and gazing open mouthed. Remaining there until long after the girl herself had left. Blinking at the little frozen pond that had been the scene of so much wonder.

She had waited anxiously after that, young eyes fixed above the patch of trees where she knew that magical pond was located, for the lights to signal her again. What if they, if she, never came back? What if the lights appeared and Anna missed them? What if it had really been a dream? After all how many people actually saw real live magic in their lifetimes? But the thought of never seeing that girl dance again made Anna want to cry at its unfairness. NO! she encouraged herself she wasn't a dream, she can't have been! And had returned to her nightly watch.

When at last she had spotted that glimmer in the trees, the relief that had pored through her was indescribable. She had run through the castle and was already out in the garden before realizing that she had left her coat and gloves inside. Hopping indecisively in the garden, unsure if she could stand the wait of going back to her room for her things, she finally dashed back inside the kitchen door, glancing around before running over to grab a table cloth. Wrapping it around her shoulders in a makeshift cloak she dashed back into the garden, privately very pleased with the way the cloth bellowed out behind her.

She had a scenario in her mind as she approached the pond that night. She would present herself to the girl. The fairy would realize that they were destined to be wonderful friends and would immediately take her back to her fairy world. There Anna would meet all her fairy friends, who would present her with gifts of magical chocolate in greeting, and they would go off on all sorts of brave and magical adventures together.

But something was different this night.

The instant young Anna's eyes locked onto the blond figure she knew that there was something wrong. Elsa's back was turned to her, but the feeling was there, in the air, and in laced throughout Elsa's body posture and movements. All thoughts of Anna's previous plan had deserted in an instant and Anna herself had halted, hesitant, trying to decipher the heaviness that seemed to hum through the very air.

Then Elsa moved, her arms rushing out to the right and glistening angry icicles shot out through the air. Then again to the left. Her movements jagged, lacking her previous grace, were filled with anger. Her body tense, coiled, striking out quickly first one way then another in desperation. The frozen surface of the pond heaved and was torn so frequently at her request that it looked like it wasn't frozen at all. Rather how the ocean's surface looked in a storm that tore ships into shreds except it glittered with crystals and one conflicted girl stood in it's midst.

Anna watched from behind the safety of a tree as Elsa's emotions took shape in the ice beneath her feet. Uncertain as to the cause of this obvious display as well as what response was appropriate. All she new for certain was that something was very wrong. There was a unidentifiable clenching in her chest that she couldn't explain, nor could she explain the need tugging at her to fix this. To fix what ever had caused the beautiful girl below so much distress.

The Ice was dying down slowly, heaving with less ferocity as Elsa's movements began expressing her exhaustion and an almost resignation. Anna could almost see her clearly again. Her young heart crying out at the other girl's pain as she leaned forward to try and get her first uninhibited look at Elsa that night. Just as Elsa turned and unknowingly exposed her face to the concerned red head. The gasp that had escaped Anna misted in the air as her eyes took in the girls pale features. Her beautiful face tracked with tears and marred by a large bruise decorating her right cheek.

Anna was frozen. Confusion, anger, and a fierce protectiveness were swirling and battling in her chest as she was left by the pond, once again, long after Elsa had departed. The one clear realization repeating itself over and over again in her swirling mind. She's not safe. This girl, this beautiful fairy of ice and snow, was in danger. And as Anna finally turned away from the pond, frozen fingers clenching at the edges of the cloth wrapped around her, another clear thought broke through to form in determination.

If it's not safe to go with her, then I'll just have to take her with me.

Anna had not found this girl so that she could save Anna from her endlessly boring proper life.

No.

Fate had called Anna to be the hero. So, Anna decided, as her young mind raced through possibilities. She WOULD be the hero. She would save this beautiful, wonderful, snow fairy.