Anna sat up in her bed, glancing at the window. The sun was rising. She had just enough time to catch Kristoff at the stables before he left for the day... if she had her clothes on and her hair done.

Before Anna could do anything, there was a knock on her door. In fear of her privacy lessening, Anna covered herself in her blanket. "Who is it?" She asked hesitantly, sweat dripping down her forehead.

The door cracked open a bit, revealing a bright blue eye that seemed all to familiar to Anna. "Elsa, come in, hurry, I can't let anyone see me in my sleepwear."

Elsa raised an eyebrow, shutting the door behind her. "You mean your underwear?"

Anna shyly smiled, hugging the blanket closer to her sticky and sweaty skin. "Just... whatever. What do you need? I was just about to get dressed and head to the stables before Kristoff has to go collect more ice."

The elder sister scowled, hearing about Kristoff for the millionth time. "Kristoff doesn't work today. It's a Tuesday. And, anyways, I need to talk to you about Hans's punishment."

Anna sat up, her blanket going with her. "What about it? You aren't going to kill him, are you?" Anna inquired suspiciously as Elsa flushed furiously.

"N-no, I... oh, forget it, yes, I am thinking about sentencing him with treason, and he'll get either beheaded or hung and..."

Anna's eyes went wide, her modesty worries dissolving. "ELSA! Why...? I just thought you were better than that! People change!"

Elsa furrowed her eyebrows, frost forming at her feet. "But this man won't! Anna, he tried to KILL the both of us, how in the world can you still think that?!"

Anna shook her head, burrowing herself in her manifestation of sheets, blankets, and pillows. "Just... leave. Just go and leave and keep me to my thoughts."

With a frigid sigh, Elsa stepped out of her sister's room, running a hand through her thick blonde hair. Why was her sister always so pure-hearted? She didn't deserve to be even related to her...

With tears of ice swelling in her eyes, Elsa ran into her room, thrashing the window open. She had to get away from this madness. Upon quickly writing a note, Elsa ran to her real home: the mountains.