Author's Note: Sorry for such a long hiatus. I was a bit stuck and I've been trying to figure out how to do this without basically rehashing the story scene for scene (though the next few chapters might be a little of that...depends) That was never my intention so unfortunately, if you were looking for that, you won't find it. But hopefully, what I do give you will be satisfactory. :) This is probably a really short chapter too, but I'm hoping to have another one up soon.

Chapter 10 – Argument - 1

I am a silent witness to their first argument in thirteen years. Actually, it's their first argument ever. Even though I shouldn't feel pain, it hurts me to the core seeing how it affects them. I can see the panic and hurt in Elsa's face as she tells her sister to leave. Much like the first time she told Anna to go away all those years ago. If only I could tell Anna like I told her then, she's not saying it to hurt her. And as much as it doesn't seem like it, it hurts Elsa so much to say it. Anna doesn't understand, but Elsa is giving Anna her freedom. I can see it her eyes, just like when she understood that we would never be able to hug her again. She tries to distance herself from everyone she loves to protect them. The problem is, this does nothing to soothe the ache in anyone's heart, least of all Elsa's. Then all hell breaks loose.

If I thought the emotional outpouring of ice in Elsa's room after our deaths was something to behold, the display she had just shown was in another realm.

All the pent up anxiety, fear, and possibly hate toward her own situation has kept my girl so tightly wound she was bound to explode. If only Anna had gone with her to speak in private. No. If only we were able to help Elsa with her fear and control.

As my husband used to say, when times were more joyous, "Well, the cat's out of the bag now." Of course he would never joke about something like this anymore.

What happens next cuts me to the core. Elsa ran. She ran like I've never seen her, a look of abject terror on her face. The look frightens me because it's reminiscent of a look of a trapped animal. I can tell Elsa no longer is aware of anything other than her fear of her powers. She doesn't even register that Anna isn't calling for her out of Anna's own terror or anger, unlike the Duke of Weselton, but because she's trying to help her.