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Warnings: Foul Language, OOC-ness, Background OCs, Cameo/Name Drops
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I really have to be careful with the frequency of these updates. I still haven't finished chapter six, but now that I've discovered where I want this story to go, getting there is going to be the hard part.
As usual, I'm open to any suggestions readers might have. And if there are any typos or grammatical errors, don't hesitate to point them out! Unless it has something to do with my tenses. I suck at keeping my tenses together. I don't know why it's such a hard thing for me to do sometimes.
I've also decided that there will be no pairings for this story. What Anna needs is emotional support from family and friends, not a romance. Anything you see that happens between Anna and Elsa, feel free to interpret it in any way you want, just know that there will be no romance.
Chapter Three
Sleep had evaded Anna that night, not because she worried about her new found power and the consequences it would bring if her control was not found, but because she finally had magic of her own!
She had never really envied her sister's control of magic. Anna's memories of their time spent playing with Elsa's magic was obscure at best. Despite knowing what she knew now, her memories of their childhood still depicted them playing outside in the snow, not building a winter wonderland in the ballroom as Elsa claimed they had done so many times before. But knowing the truth behind Elsa's abilities, finally getting the opportunity to experience it first hand, she could understand, somewhat, of how much uncertainty and pain Elsa must have felt back then.
To be the only one with such power…
But not anymore!
Elsa wouldn't be alone this time because now Anna had magic of her own! And she would be damned if she let her powers get the best of her.
"I should start practicing now." Anna grinned. "That way, I can get a head start on my control and Elsa won't have to worry about me!"
She threw off the silk covers and climbed out of bed. Grabbing a ribbon to keep her hair away from her face, she hurried down the hall toward the empty ballroom.
She stood in the moonlit darkness, chest heaving from the run; her body warm in a way that had nothing to do with her impromptu trek. She waited until her breath was steady then slowly cupped her hands together. She felt the heat pool into her palms; felt the way her blood lit with fire in her veins and just when the heat grew intense and alarm was about to set in, a small flicker of flame burst to life above Anna's palms.
She smiled wide, pleased with herself.
Willing for the flame to extinguish was harder than pulling it forth. It required concentration that Anna's excited mind could not provide her. In the end, her determination won out and the small flame vanished in a puff of smoke.
Anna squealed in delight.
She glanced around the ballroom, noting its vast emptiness save for a few draperies over the windows. The maids had cleaned out the mess from the party it seemed, which meant that Anna could do whatever she pleased.
With a delighted smile, the Princess of Arendelle threw out her arms and summoned forth the fire flowing deep within her body.
She spent the rest of the night dancing amongst the flames.
As dawn rolled out on a new day, Anna hastily ran out of the ballroom with arms wrapped around her bare chest, her hair flying erratically behind her.
She'd gotten too carried away it seemed, and in a moment of recklessness—stupidity, actually—she had set her silk night gown on fire. She had put it out in time, of course, but not until the fire had eaten away most of her cover. Now, with the maids' early risers, Anna hurried up the stairs, praying she'd make it to the privacy of her room without incident.
But Anna wasn't so lucky.
She turned a corner and ran bodily into another. The force of their collision knocked them over, but the panic of being caught naked pushed Anna back on her feet before she could register who it was she had rudely ran into.
"I'm so sorry, but I've got to go!" She gasped.
She made it past the fallen body until a cold hand shot up from the ground and jerked her back.
"Anna!" Elsa called, a little breathless. "Why are you naked? What happened to your clothes?"
"Oh, uh," The girl blushed, feeling embarrassed under her sister's gaze. "I—I accidentally burned my night gown." She muttered, avoiding Elsa's eyes.
Elsa's frown went from concern to disbelief. "You did what?"
Before Anna could elaborate, another voice came from just behind the red head. With a horrified gasp, the Snow Queen grabbed Anna's arm and pushed her into a nearby supply closet. She slammed the door behind them, froze the handle as well as the lock and pressed a pale ear against the door.
The supply closet was not spacious. It was cramped with mops, brooms, buckets and rags. Anna was uncomfortably pressed against a bucket, which poked the small of her back almost painfully, while Elsa's back was pressed firmly against her front. She flushed red from head to toe; embarrassed with her nudity and terribly uncomfortable that her sister—her absolutely beautiful, flawless sister—was pressed so close to her. They hadn't been this close in proximity since they were children and even then, Anna could barely remember their shared baths before Elsa's retreat into the safety of her bedroom. Being so close to her now, when they were adults—and her naked—made Anna feel terribly self-conscious.
Elsa kept her ear pressed firmly against the door. She heard the muffled sounds of voices walk by the door and waited a good five minutes before she unfroze the knob and poked her head out into the hall. Seeing no one else in sight, Elsa stepped out of the closet, her cheeks tinged pink now that she was fully aware of Anna's blatant nudity.
Anna stumbled out of the closet, thankful for the space. She used her long hair to shield her breasts and her hands to hide away the most intimate part of herself. She pouted in slight annoyance, the lack of sleep now fraying at her nerves.
"Elsa, can't you just make me a dress with your magic?"
"I don't think it'd work for you, Anna." Elsa smiled feebly. "Come, let's get you to your room before anyone else sees you."
"So what happened, exactly?" Elsa asked the moment Anna was comfortably dressed.
The sisters were on their way toward the dining hall after Gerda announced their breakfast ready. Anna rubbed at her tired eyes, feeling the sting grow more persistent with every step she took.
"I wanted to get a head start on controlling my powers so I spent the whole night playing with fire."
"The castle is still intact so your control isn't entirely horrible." Elsa mused.
"Hey!" Anna pouted, slightly offended. "The only thing I burnt off was my night gown!"
"How did that happen?" Elsa queried as they began to descent the steps.
Anna's expression turned sheepish. "I wanted to see if I could make a dress out of fire." She suddenly perked up. "Turns out I can! Only, it… burns everything else in the process." She grumbled. "Which is why my night gown turned to ash and left me naked."
Elsa struggled for the appropriate reaction. Her first instinct was to chide her sister for practicing her powers in such closed quarters. Creating a winter wonderland in the ballroom wasn't quite as dangerous as turning the room into a raging inferno, but instead of voicing her true feelings, what came out was a sympathetic smile. A part of her hoped that having her night gown get burned off would be enough to remind Anna to be careful with fire.
But Anna, her dear precious Anna, who had been busy pouting over the embarrassing memory, was not one to stay down for long and any possible lesson she could have learned from the ordeal flew right over the girl's red head.
"But I did figure out a lot of interesting things about my powers. I'll have to show you later." She paused, frowning. "Or whenever you're available."
"I've made arrangements with my schedule today." Elsa informed her the moment they reached the dining hall. She waited until they found their usual seats beside each other before she continued. "Today, I'm going to help you learn how to control your magic."
"Really?" the red head beamed.
"Really." Elsa giggled.
"That's great! Because I really don't want to keep burning my clothes off." She flushed, embarrassed all over again.
Elsa merely smiled in amusement.
In truth, Elsa wasn't sure how she was going to help Anna with her magic.
She had learned a lot in the past year about control over her own powers. She learned to breathe; to think things through and not let her emotions take over. Her source of power came from her feelings, which now that she thought about it, was rather ironic considering ice and snow were not elements typically associated with passionate feelings. But if powers were ruled by one's emotions then Elsa knew Anna's control would be something hard to learn.
Anna was as emotional and passionate as anyone could be, having the power to manipulate fire—an element just as passionate—was going to be a challenge.
And so, Elsa spent the majority of breakfast mulling over ways to help her sister. She only snapped out of her train of thought when one of the maids came to clear her plate, having eaten her breakfast on auto pilot.
"So," Anna started once the maid had left. "What's my first lesson?"
Elsa rose from her chair. "Breathing." She said.
Anna frowned. "Breathing?"
The Queen smiled at the girl's disappointed tone. "Yes, breathing." She led Anna out of the dining room and into the hall. "If your powers are like mine then your emotions will rule your fire. You burned Kristoff."
"That was an accident." Anna frowned.
"Why?" Elsa queried. She led Anna into the empty ballroom, their designated training zone for now.
"I… don't know." The red head confessed.
"What were you feeling at the time?" Elsa turned to her, wintery blue eyes curious.
Anna shrugged. "Happy. I was having a good time. Kristoff offered me a dance, but when I accepted, I burnt him."
"And the canopy curtain?"
"I had a nightmare, I think, the first time." Anna said, twirling the end of her braided hair around her finger. A flicker of light sparked between her fingers, but it vanished before Elsa cold properly inspect it. Anna remained oblivious. "And the second time I was just thinking."
Elsa frowned. "Wait, what? What second time?"
"I set the canopy on fire a second time."
"Anna!"
"But it's ok! Because I blew it out before I could ruin the new curtains again!"
"Anna!" Elsa admonished. "You should have told me!"
"I did! Just now!" Anna huffed then turned sheepish. "Sorry."
"Anna," Her sister sighed in exasperation. She shook her head then gestured to the center of the room. "You said you wanted to show me something?"
Anna's expression split into a grin.
She hurried to the center of the ballroom, sparing enough space for Elsa to observe the flames and not get burned. The Princess of Arendelle closed her eyes.
She focused on the warmth that burned within her core and visualized all the cool little tricks she had stumbled across last night. She breathed in then out. In then out. In. Out.
Elsa watched her sister, pleased that she had already begun the breathing techniques when Anna's eyes flew open, her blue orbs flashing golden yellow. Elsa was taken aback at the sight, but the burst of fire sprouting from the palms of Anna's hands had her words lost in a sea of awe. She brought the small pillars together and, with a bit of concentration, morphed the flames into a flaming heart.
"Isn't it awesome?" She gushed, passing the flaming heart between her hands. "I can manipulate my flames into any shape I want. I even managed to make a dragon last night but that took a lot of concentration and power. And in the end, I wasn't able to hold it for long without almost passing out."
Elsa worried her lower lip, watching her sister manipulate the flames to a variety of shapes before extinguishing it.
"I also learned that fire doesn't quite burn me like it should." Anna continued, oblivious to her sister's discomfort. "When my night gown burned off, my skin was completely untouched. I also figured out that if I let it go, the heat I've been feeling won't—Elsa, are you ok?"
"Anna…" Elsa hesitated, unsure of how she could possibly address this. "Fire… you can't really build with fire alone. You know that right?"
"I know." Anna frowned. She eyed her sister skeptically for a moment. "But maybe if I try hard enough, I might be able to make something out of it." Her answer made Elsa's concern worsen, much to Anna's confusion. "I know what you're thinking: fire is dangerous if it's not under control, but Elsa don't you see? With your help, I can control it! I know I can! I believe in it." She smiled. "So you shouldn't be so concerned."
Elsa didn't look convinced, but that didn't deter Anna. She'd prove she was right soon enough.
"So… breathing techniques?"
Elsa sighed, deciding to drop the subject for now. "Yes. Breathing techniques. Let me show you what I mean."
The first week of Anna's private magic lessons had been on learning how to breathe. Elsa spent the first two days teaching her how to properly calm an erratic heart through the power of breathing. The next four, Anna spent on just that—breathing.
It was boring.
It was annoying, but having Elsa all to herself four hours a day kept Anna from complaining… much.
Besides, Anna realized the lessons weren't going to a complete waste. Learning the breathing techniques was like letting air filter through a furnace. It kept the heat that sometimes boiled her blood cool and bearable. But it wasn't enough. Not entirely.
On the eighth day of Anna's secret lessons, Elsa took her out to the mountainous path for some tactile practice.
"You sure this is a good idea?" Kristoff asked once the sled stopped at his cabin. "Snow and ice are one thing, but fire? Out here?"
"It's perfect." Elsa replied, climbing out of the sleigh along with Olaf and Anna. "The snow will keep the trees from catching fire and raging out of control."
"And we're far enough away from the town that no one will see what we're doing." Anna added, catching sight of the town just a ways down the mountain.
Why Elsa wanted to keep Anna's powers a secret from the rest of the kingdom was beyond her. If their people had accepted Elsa's abilities, what made her think they wouldn't accept Anna's? It was a thought she had wanted to voice, but refrained from doing so. She shrugged it off as simply paranoia. Of course Elsa wasn't deliberately keeping Anna's powers a secret. She was just reserved about their personal lives. After living in seclusion for so long, neither of the girls were quite comfortable sharing things to others, especially personal matters such as this.
Kristoff eyed the red head skeptically and looked as though he wanted to say something, but one careful expression from Elsa had the blond rethinking his words. Instead, he gave his cabin a glance before turning back to the royal sisters.
"You're not going to practice here are you? I mean, I don't really have a problem with it, but… no offense, I don't want to risk my house burning down."
"Don't worry Kristoff, we're not going to practice here." Anna grinned, pointedly ignoring the slight jab. "We're going a little further up the mountain."
"To the palace!" Olaf exclaimed with glee. "Oh, I hope Marshmallow hasn't been too lonely. I try to visit as much as I can but sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough."
"I'm sure Marshmallow is ok, Olaf." Elsa chuckled. She grabbed a couple of supplies the girls had brought along and handed Anna her bag.
Kristoff watched the women shrug on their things, his eyes taking in over their ill-suited attire for a trek in the snowy mountains. It shouldn't really have surprised him. Elsa was immune to the cold and Anna, well, he supposed being a walking furnace did have its advantages. Like keeping your body warm in the absence of thick furs or coats. However, it didn't make him feel any better watching them trudge through the snow in summer dresses and snow boots.
"Are you sure you two don't want Sven and I to take you up to the North Mountain?"
"We don't want to trouble you, Kristoff." Elsa replied with a grateful smile. "We know how busy you are right now, especially now that summer has arrived to Arendelle. The towns' people will be needing their Ice Master and Deliverer."
"Besides, we'll be fine!" Anna chimed in, smile bright. "It's just the Ice Palace."
"And everything else in-between." Kristoff frowned.
"Oh! Oh! Like wolves and bears," Olaf added, counting off on his twiggy finger-like branches. "And probably mountain lions. Maybe snow leopards. Do we have snow leopards?"
"Olaf!"
The little snowman gazed up at Anna innocently. "Oh sorry. Was I making it worse?"
"Regardless," Anna carried on, ignoring the snowman, Elsa's stifled giggles, Sven's nervous nudging and Kristoff's unimpressed expression. "We can take care of ourselves no matter what comes our way. I'll protect Elsa."
"And I'll protect you." Her sister added, taking the girl by the arm. "But we should hurry. I want to reach the palace before night falls. It'll be easier to see the path if there's light out."
"Alright, but if I don't' see either of you by tomorrow morning, Sven and I are going to start a search party!" Kristoff called, watching the trio ascend further up the mountain path.
With a sigh he scratched the side of his head, hoping they would be alright despite knowing that Elsa and Anna were in good hands.
So it's come to my attention that Anna having fire powers isn't exactly a "unique" idea. I never really thought it was, but I was surprised to see that there really aren't many stories about it. I've managed to stumble across two stories with the same idea, but haven't read any of them, so I don't really know if my story is any different than the others. I hope not. I'm going to have to tweak the plot if that's the case.
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