Frostskader

That's "Frostbite" in Norwegian

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A/N: WARNING-Anna might be a little OOC. Her personality is a lot different from mine, so it's a lot harder for me to write her than

Around lunchtime, I started to relax. Maybe Princess Anna forgot about today, and only the Queen would visit. I preferred that.

But my hopes were shattered when I heard laughter floating down the hall.

"Wait, you did what?" My heart sank. That was definitely Anna's voice.

"I created snow angels. All I know is one second, I'm playing with the village children, and the next, two snow angels that look a lot like me are flapping around my head and freaking the heck out of everyone within a ten-yard radius."

"Ooh! I know what to call them!"

"What?"

"Dave and Harley!"

"WHAT?"

"Let it go! LET IT GO! I'm lying in a pile of sno-O-oow!"

"That's my song line! And we are NOT calling my snow angels Dave and Harley."

"We named a snowman Olaf."

"That's different. We were kids then."

"You're twenty-one, and you still named the snowman Olaf."

"It was for memory's sake!"

The sisters rounded the corner, Anna bounding ahead, Elsa dragged behind her. Small snowflakes fluttered through the air in almost childlike frivolity, and Elsa's eyes were a light, light blue, gleaming with happiness. Both sisters were laughing, but they stopped immediately once they saw me. Anna pulled Elsa behind her (as if I was going to do anything while locked up in a tiny cell)

Elsa's eyes darkened.

I sighed and leaned up against the wall in defeat.

"You." Snarled Anna. "I've just about had enough of you." She took a step back, a sneer twisting her face.

I opened one eye and stared at the princess. "But you just got here."

Anna yanked the door open (since when was THAT unlocked?) and jerked my shirt collar forward before giving me her trademark punch to the eye.

I shook my head and hissed through my teeth at the pain, giving Anna the satisfaction of feeling like she beat me.

"Ha! Got him!" she crowed, a fierce grin stretched across her face. "C'mon, Elsa! Do your thing!"

Elsa hesitated. "My… thing?"

"You know- your ice powers! I wanna see what you do to this scourge."

Elsa paused again, then stalked forward. A snarl appeared on her lips, but her eyes were troubled, uncertain, as if she wasn't quite sure why she was doing this.

I watched her the whole way.

The Queen stopped a few feet away from me. In one quick motion, she swept her hand out, and a bristling wall of icicles jumped out at me, pinning me in one corner. One ice splinter brushed the back of my injured hand, and the cuts reopened.

I locked eyes with the Queen, and saw something that I had never seen before, glimmering like a diamond in a sapphire setting.

Something like guilt. Regret.

I softened my gaze and stared back at Elsa, relaxing my body, letting her know that it was okay.

Anna totally missed it all. She jumped over Elsa's ice barrier and swung a frying pan at me with a crow of triumph.

Wait. A frying pan?

I ducked and rolled, instinctively curling in a ball, despite my limited space. The pan grazed my ear and clubbed into my left shoulder. My arm went numb.

Anna laughed gleefully. "Nice! I should do this more often!"

Oh, no. I sent Queen Elsa a pleading look, begging her with my eyes in a vain attempt to tell her to keep Anna away.

She sent me a ghost of a smile, but her dark blue eyes were troubled.

Anna hopped over the barrier and headed over to her sister, patting her on the shoulder, apparently oblivious to the way Elsa flinched as she was touched. "Nice stress reliever you got here, Elsa! I totally get why you come down here a lot. Sort of what I do to Kristoff, though he seems to find it funny, for some reason." She gave a playful scowl. "Keep up the good work!"

The queen watched her go, then glanced back at me, biting her lip. Neither of us called it that, but dear, naïve Anna had hit it right over the head.

I was the Queen's stress reliever. She only hurt me when the pressure of running a queendom became too much to bear.

She ran a palm uncertainty over the bars of my prison, then left, as silent as a falling snowflake.