Queen Elsa of Arendelle sat at her desk buried deep in trade negotiations. Her sister, Princess Anna, sat across the room next to her husband Prince Kristoff. He was working on making sure the economy was running smoothly and efficiently. Anna claimed she was helping him, but Elsa knew better. Luckily, Kristoff was diligent and could balance getting things done and giving Anna attention.

"Don't forget to leave money for extra chocolate. We almost ran out last month." Anna stated.

"Anna, you had plenty left. I'm not leaving money for extra chocolate." Kristoff rolled his eyes playfully at Anna and she slapped his arm. Elsa smiled because she knew Anna's request would be granted. Kristoff wouldn't admit to it, but somehow there would be money left for a little more chocolate.

A sudden knock on the door echoed through the room.

"Come in." Elsa called, wincing at the slight coldness in her voice. She hadn't meant for it to be there, but sometimes it was. She wasn't bubbly and happy all the time like Anna.

She glanced up from her neatly organized pile of paperwork, to see at her nephew standing in the doorway. She smiled at him, wondering briefly where Summer was.

"Yes, Kris?" Anna was smiling at her eldest child from behind Kristoff's desk. All three of them looked expectantly at the young man. He pulled at his shirt nervously before blurting,

"Summer's gone missing." Elsa saw Anna hiding a grin behind her mouth. Things like this often came up, Summer would hide in a closet and Kris would come running in exclaiming an immediate need to find her. But they hadn't been played that game in several years.

"Did you check the cupboards in the library and kitchen?" Anna asked, surprisingly keeping her smile under control.

"Yes." He looked a tad puzzled at the question, yet remained firm in his answer.

"You looked under the stairs?" Kristoff asked his son, also keeping a tight rein on his smile. That wasn't hard for him though. He, like Elsa, wasn't used to smiling.

"Yes." Again, the young blonde looked slightly confused, as if they weren't reacting the way he thought they would.

As if this isn't a game.

Elsa knew it was her turn to ask about a possible hiding spot for Summer, but something in the way the twenty two year old held himself alarmed her. He was too rigid, too nervous, too anxious.

Elsa knew that last emotion all to well. It had almost been her downfall had Anna not been there.

Something is very wrong.

"Kris, let's step out in the hall for a moment. I have a quick question for you." She smiled at him, hoping it didn't betray her. She gave a small nod toward Anna and Kristoff. "It'll be just a moment." She stood and followed her nephew out into the hall, her heels sinking into the soft carpet, and her skirt swishing around her legs. She pulled the door closed quietly behind them, before turning to Kristian. She motioned for him to follow her down the hall to a different room, this one smaller than the last. He followed her inside and she shut that door, too.

"Okay Kris. What's wrong?" She looked at him intently, scanning his features. He looked like a smaller, younger version of his father. The same brown eyes, big nose, shaggy blonde hair, and a smattering of freckles atop his nose and cheeks. They even shared the same smell, and no matter how hard Anna had tried, it never went away. No amount of soaking, spraying, or scrubbing could remove the earthly smell.

"Summer's missing. I can't find her anywhere." He ran both hands through his hair, a motion she had only seen him do when he was really distressed.

"Missing? Exactly what kind of missing do you mean?" She asked, her words chosen carefully so that he wouldn't think she didn't believe him.

"Missing as in gone. Gone from the palace, gone from the town, she's nowhere. I can't think of anywhere else she would be." He sighed and began pacing the room, his thoughts plaguing him with every step. Elsa took a moment to process what he'd said, but the only way she could truly understand was if she had all the details.

"Kristian.." She went to him and placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. It was a bit awkward, since he had his father's height and towered over her. She looked up and saw the worry etched in lines across his young face. "I need you to tell me everything you know. And if you think you know nothing, tell me about the day. We need to have some sort of idea before we explain to your parents." She looked at him then in a peculiar way. It was a look filled with the strength and regal air that a queen possesses, but also with the kindness and love of an aunt. He started telling the day's events.

Elsa listened thoroughly and did not interrupt the young man once. She knew that sometimes a person just needed someone else to listen to them. How many times had she wished for that very thing all those years ago, locked away from the world? Too many times to count. She hoped she would always be there for those who may need her.

She turned her full attention back to her nephew, and noticed the slight blush that colored his features when he mentioned the chocolatier's daughter, Eline. He continued on until he reached the part where he looked everywhere, and Summer was nowhere to be found. At that point his voice broke, and one lone tear slid down his cheek. Elsa reached out and touched his arm. She wasn't the best at comforting, but years of being an aunt had helped.

Elsa sat with her thoughts for a moment before speaking, "We need to tell your parents now. We need to explain it's not a game. I don't know why this would happen, but they need to be completely informed." She rose and headed toward the door.

After a moment she turned back and looked at her nephew. He still sat with his head in his hands, and the tears had begun to fall at a faster pace. She quickly stepped back to his side and wrapped her arms around him.

"Kristian, you may stay here. I'll tell them. We'll find her." She released him from her hug and walked toward the door.

"No," his voice came slow and thick, as he fought to keep the tears at bay. "I need to -I need to tell them." He stood and joined her at the door, his eyes still bright with unshed tears.

The two walked swiftly down the hall, both dreading telling Kristoff and Anna about their missing daughter.

Surely Summer will show up soon.

Elsa turned the doorknob and walked in the room full of trade negotiations and other papers based on the economy.

"Kristoff, Anna, Kris has something to say. And please know that he is completely serious." She looked them both in the eyes.

"Mama, papa," he looked at them both and took a deep breath. "I can't find Summer anywhere. She's gone missing."

"Missing?" Kristoff looked at his son in disbelief. "I don't understand."

"She's missing," Elsa's voice rang out, clear and much too like a queen than she had meant. She softened it and continued, "it's possible she got stuck somewhere, or..." She trailed off not wanting to finish her sentence, and hoping her sister and brother in law were able to figure it out.

"Or what?" Anna's normally cheerful voice was laced with concern and confusion. Elsa looked to her feet. She was not one to shy away from eye contact, but this matter was entirely different.

"Or it's possible to consider a kidnapping." She glanced up when she heard a frightened gasp come from her sister.

"You don't- it can't. That doesn't..." Anna wasn't able to finish any of her sentences before her eyes welled up and she burst into sobs and fell against her husband. Elsa ached watching her sister pour out her emotions into Kristoff's chest. Kristian had joined them and wrapped his arms around his mother. He had silent tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes as he held tight to his parents. "I'm so sorry." His apologies could be heard echoing his mother's anguished no's.

Unable to bear watching them, Elsa left the room to consider things. She closed the door softly on them and took the stairs to her personal rooms. She opened the balcony doors and stepped out into the cool night air. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm the familiar emotion that was stirring inside of her. She hadn't felt it this strong for many years. Not since that fateful day-

Even Elsa couldn't bring herself to think about it. The memories were too strong, Hans' voice too clear, Anna's frozen blue body—standing protectively over her,—too vivid. It plagued her dreams, but she had never felt the emotion so strong since that day. Not since she'd watched the breath leave her sister's body had she ever felt such...

Fear.

Fear was the emotion she tried not to feel, and she hadn't felt it this strong since that day. And now this...

Summer was like her own daughter, and losing her just seemed unbearable. She was her sunshine, her little princess who twirled and giggled and chattered just like her mother. She was the girl Elsa needed, the girl everyone needed. She brought a smile to everyone's face, and the lights always seemed to brighten whenever she bounced into the room in one of her favorite pink dresses. Who had taken their precious Summer Sunshine? And why would they do such a thing? Elsa's fist clenched at her side and she paced back and forth, her mind spinning.

And then, a cold thought entered Elsa's mind. So cold, it made even her shiver.

Is this revenge against me? Against my powers?

The thought was so strong and consumed her so much, that she collapsed to a heap on the floor. Her sobs wracked her body as the pain poured out of her in the quiet confines of her room.

Sobs just like the day she had thought she had lost her sister.