I updated like 3 times today omg

But I couldn't stop writing, to be honest! (That's a lie, i went to eat food, but shh)

So this chapter has heavy emotional content. We got eough abandonment issues in this chapter to fuel every teenage girl into hating her parents (It's a joke I'm a teen girl too don't hate me D:) There is also sorta graphic selfharm.

Please read at your own risk.

Anyway, I had to update before I passed out because I'm really really tired tbh

So please Read and Review! Enjoy!

I don't know how long I stood there, stunned motionless by what just happened. I was frozen to the ground beneath me, becoming one with the Ice Castle. I could still feel the tingle of her lips on mine, and my heart was still pounding against my chest.

Was that... real?

I gingerly ghosted my fingertips along my lips, trying to recreate the feeling of her lips against mine. It was no use, however. Nothing could compare to the coolness of her mouth against mine. Nothing could compare to the sparks I felt in my mind and chest.

That was... wow.

I heard the distant roll of thunder and snapped out of my daze. Crap. She left me. Again. And she'd caused a terrible storm. Because of me. Again.

"Crap..." I muttered, peering out of one of the windows to see the sky was pitch black with dark clouds.

I heard a knock at the door and walked over pulling it open to reveal a drenched Kristoff.

"I came to see if you ladies were okay and could get home." He smiled.

"She ran off..." I murmured, still a little fuzzy from the mind-blowing kiss.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded faintly. "I'm fine. Can you take me home?"

He nodded and we climbed down the stairs and onto the sled.

Elsa's POV

How could I let that happen?! How could I let my control slip so easily through my fingers?

"What have I done?" I whispered to myself, the spikes lining the study's walls growing in size and closing in on me even more than they ever have. Ice and snow covered every surface, and one of the walls was covered in icy blades that I'd thrown in anger.

You must control it! Papa's voice reached my ears. You hurt Anna once, do you want to do it again?

"No..." I whispered.

Then control it! He encouraged.

I wish Papa was still here. He'd know what to do, wouldn't he?

No, I thought bitterly. He'd just lock be back up in my room for 'protection'.

I didn't want to feel so angry at him. I really didn't!

But I mean... locking me away? Was that really the right choice? I mean, the same thing happened to Rapunzel – the princess of a neighboring kingdom – and look where that got her!

And now, thanks to papa, I was stuck with these emotions!

Conceal don't feel.

What kind of advice is that for an eight year old?

It was the only advice he ever gave me...

My heart clenched painfully for the third time today and this time I succumbed to it. I fell to the icy ground with a thud and let my sadness wash over me like a tidal wave.

The fearful looks of the townspeople when my powers were revealed flashed before my eyes. Images of Anna looking fearfully at those spikes I created to keep her away joined shortly after.

Monster! Everyone had whispered fearfully.

More tears flowed down my cheeks in a slow, steady waterfall.

And all the money we needed to rebuild everything... I had only just become queen and already I was doing a poor job.

After freezing everything, we were desperate for supplies. Our homes were damaged, the crops just barely growing, and many had died from illness.

And it was all because of me.

Maybe everyone would be better with Anna in charge. Her heart wasn't frozen like mine. Her heart was warm and full of sunshine, while mine was cold and full of stormy clouds.

I conjured up my blade for the second time today and held it against my throat. They all deserve a better queen. Anna deserves a better sister.

I put a little more pressure against my skin, but faltered.

I found myself, once again, a prisoner at the stake of my heart.

If I left, Anna would have no one. She'd have to go through another funeral alone, this time the one of her only sister. A sister who'd promised she'd never leave.

I dropped the sharp object to the ground with a hard sob. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it because of her.

I love her too much.

I picked the knife up again and sliced one, two, three lines along my wrist, hoping to numb it all, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, this swirling storm only grew stronger. It demanded that I surrender. It wanted me to get on my knees and submit.

The pressure of everything was forcing me to surrender to the void. Everything screamed at me to just fall into the black depths of death.

"I'm too young to run a kingdom, dammit!" I screamed, throwing ice shards everywhere, narrowly missing the portrait of papa. "I can't do this alone! Why did you leave!?"

My sobs shook my entire body and forced me to the ground, where I finally submitted to the whispers of hatred inside and the discouraging murmurs of my faults.

I can't do this!

Anna's POV

When I heard the distant crash of something in the study, my heart stopped. It had to have been Elsa, unless somebody broke in?

Another crash.

No. It was definitely Elsa.

I hurried down the halls and stopped at the door.

"Why did you leave?!" Her voice snarled behind the door.

The distant sounds of her heaving sobs broke my heart. But I couldn't move. I was rooted to the ground.

It was the quiet thud and the silence after that made me rush into the room.

Elsa was crumpled in a messy heap of limbs, blood, and tears. I gasped and looked all over, trying to find the source of the crimson liquid.

There, on her wrist, were a few bloody lines. They were all pretty fresh.

"Oh, Elsa..." I whispered.

No response.

I put my ear to her chest. She was still alive.

I breathed a sigh of relief and fought back tears. When had she last eaten? Last slept? Judging by the dark bags under her eyes and the unusual paleness to her already fair skin, I could only assume it had been a while.

I picked her up and mustered all my strength into carrying her to my room – which was the closest to the study, for some reason – before setting her down in my bed.

I ordered Kai to get some bandages and a wet rag before turning back to the sleeping blonde.

Her cheeks were red – whether from the tears or from the bitter cold of that room, I wasn't sure – and her breathing was rapid, as if she were catching her breath.

When Kai returned, I washed the blood off of her beautiful pale white skin and wrapped it in a bandage. I carefully slid off her dress and my own before sliding in beside her.

If only she'd tell me what was wrong. She'd feel better if she did.

But why did she turn to screaming at our father? Why was it that the few times I'd seen her, she was a crying mess?

And those cuts...

Why did she do that?

I'd have to ask her everything in the morning.

For now, all she needs is a loving, patient, comforting sister.

I wrapped my arms around her unusually thin frame and pulled her close. She turned onto her side to face me and snuggled into my neck.

I smiled softly and kissed her head. "Goodnight, Elsa..."

Shorter than the rest, I know, but meh I think it's a good chapter.

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