Thanks for the story love! I am having so much fun writing this :) Just not sure how much longer it can be, maybe only one or two chapters. Unless you "fans" (I use that word extremely loosely) say otherwise ;) Enjoy! Also, I am currently extremely sick. Like sore throat, room spinning, I won't gross you out by saying how many times I have thrown up. So if this chapter stinks, that's the reason!
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Ana was so excited she didn't even move, just stood stock-still, filled with pure joy. This was it, this was it! The gift that would make Elsa play with her! The gift that would give Ana her sister back! She didn't even notice that snow was seeping into her slippers, cold wind tangling her hair. Elsa glanced at the bike and her stomach flipped. Was this the gift that Mama was talking about? A double bike? She hoped not. It had so much potential for accidents, for injuries. One wave of ice and the bike could be utterly out of control.

Ana turned to her, "Elsa, it's our gift! It's OUR gift! Isn't it wonderful Elsa? Isn't it? I asked for it JUST for us! Oh please say you like it! I took forever to choose it for us! I can't believe St Nicholas brought it for us! He really IS magical, ISN'T he Elsa?"

Elsa answered the seemingly easiest question. "Of course St. Nicholas is magical Ana. That's why he can bring us such lovely gifts!" Ana gave her another hug, again Elsa stiffened up and tried to pull out of the embrace she so longed for. "Ana, it's really just a darling bike. Should we look at it later? So we can have brunch now?" Ana's delicate eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. This wasn't how she imagined this happening. She thought Elsa would be utterly delighted, and immediately want to hop on the bike and take it for a ride. Maybe her sister was just hungry, and this afternoon she would play.

"Oh, well- ok. Let's hurry up and eat! And then we can PLAY!" Ana turned and ran back inside the castle, leaving Elsa behind. She stared at the bike, an oily feeling of dread filling her stomach. It was a beautiful bike, with seats of polished leather and handlebars that gleamed in the sunlight. She hasn't ridden a bike in almost a year, though it was something that she used to love. She could ride so quickly, her feet whirling away on the peddles. Sometimes she would make the bike glide on an ice path- she would then go so fast she felt like she was flying. Felt like she could do anything, felt like she was free.

But that was in the past, a memory that she'd almost forgotten about. Now all she could think of was how many accidents she could cause if she and Ana rode this bike. So many accidents. Why were there always more things that could go wrong, than things that could go right! Why? This bike was just an accident waiting to happen! What if they were riding quickly, and Elsa made the seats frost over? And Ana slipped off? She could break a bone that way! What if they were riding, and Elsa's ice made the wheels lock up? Both girls could be thrown from the bike! What if frost jammed the gears? Or the brakes? Or prevented the bike to turn? Oh, this gift was a disaster waiting to happen!

Glumly, Elsa turned and walked back into the palace. At least it was snowing outside today! Maybe she would never even need to ride the bike. That would be wonderful! After all, she COULD always take advantage of the excuse of snow outside to bit ride the bike- at least until spring.

Ana was still just inside the castle, swiping snow off of herself and warming up by one of the many roaring fires that were everywhere throughout the castle. Elsa pretended to wipe snow away, knowing that none was on her. She could touch snow and let it cling to her if she wanted, but usually it would slip off her. She pretended to warm up by the giant fire, even though she was not cold. She glanced at Ana, who was shivering. She wished she could wrap her little sister in a warm hug, but any hug of hers would have nothing "warm" about it. It would probably only make Ana colder.

Soon though Ana was warmed up, and she enthusiastically led her big sister to the room where brunch was being held. It was a lovely room, when Ana was little she called it the "sunshine room". With glass ceilings and large open windows, it was usually warm and filled with natural lighting. But not today. Without meaning too, Elsa had covered the ceiling with a few feet of snow. And the windows had thick inches of frost, it was beautiful but cold. Almost no sunlight could get in. The King and Queen had no clue that Elsa had caused last nights snow storm, if they did she would probably be punished right now. But as they shivered in the room that should be warm, as Ana complained asking where the sun went, Elsa felt guilt. Even when she tried to do something kind and beautiful it hurt people.

Still, the royal family proceeded with the yearly tradition. It wasn't the first Christmas where snow took the "sun" out of "sunroom". Just the first where it was Elsa's fault. And she felt horrible about it- where the rest of the family saw gorgeous frost patterns, and the coziness of a snowed over roof, Elsa only saw her curse. She would never think of herself as being born with this, this, she couldn't say it was a gift. It would always be her curse. Elsa stood at a window, absently tracing the frost, not noticing she was creating more. Ana came up behind her, with a plate full of food.

"Elsa! Elsa! Look what they HAVE! Muffins, made with CHOCLATE! And HOT CHOCOLATE! And Elsa, CHOCOLATE chip PANCAKES!" Ana beamed up at Elsa, and added. "Plus they have Lox! Isn't that your favorite Elsa? Smoked Salmon? Sooooo yummy! Well, I don't like it. But YOU think it's yummy! That's why I asked cook SPECIALLY to make it for you! So come ON! Come ON! Let's eat so we can go and PLAY!" Ana grabbed her sister glove, Elsa gasped as it started to slide off. She chased after Ana, trying to slip the fabric back over her hand. Not before some ice crystals scattered over the floor though. She prayed no one would notice.

Elsa filled her plate scantly, she really wasn't hungry. She ate her fill of the smoked fish, then dedicated the rest of the meal to her favorite thing. Chocolate! It was delicious, and not something she usually indulged in. Ana on the other hand, filled her plate with the sweet stuff at least four times. With each plate she got more and more hyperactive, more excited about the bike! Elsa tried to dawdle over her food as long as possible, unfortunately Ana was a very fast eater. She gobbled down her food (All four plates no less!" By the time Elsa finished her muffin. The rest of her meal, Elsa had her baby sister gazing up at her with puppy eyes. "Elsa, are you DONE yet? ARE you? The bike is callllllllling me Elsa, it wants us to riiiiiide it! Come on!"

Finally Elsa could stall no longer. She swiped a napkin over her mouth, and headed back out to the bike.

It was a bad idea to write about food. A very very bad idea. Let's just say I am glad I have not eaten anything today, or else who knows what I would be cleaning off my laptop. Sorry sorry! TMI. I get weird and write too much when I am sick, I will stop now before I embarrass myself. Reviews will make me feel better! Please review!
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