Darkness. That was all that was around me. I felt weightless, as if my body didn't even exist. What was this? What was going on? Where was I? But it wasn't like things felt...wrong. No, it was peaceful, just, weird at the same time.

And then there was a flashing light, like lightening. It blinded me, distorted my eyesight. It left me breathless. I shut my eyes to keep the intruding sight from blinding me. But even through my eyelids the white lingered.

Then it was dark again, and I heard a soft, familiar voice. Calling to me, pleading, begging. Elsa?

My eyes opened instantly, and there she sat before me, but so far away I couldn't reach her. She stared at me with wide, scared eyes, horror written in the features of her face. Her skin seemed paler, almost see through, her body so thin it looked like it'd break with a strong wind. It nearly broke my heart.

"Elsa?" I heard my voice, yet it was so distant and distraught I didn't think it could possibly be me.

"Please...Anna..." Elsa spoke so low it was more like a whisper.

The scene seemed to morph before my very eyes, the black, endless background changing to something even more unsettling.

Flowers, trees. Those were supposed to be happy. Wooden benches to sit on and green, freshly cut grass to lounge on. Why did it seem so...foreboding this time?

I turned, my body seemingly back as I looked down. Nothing was out of the ordinary, so why did I feel so cautious?

Elsa gasping turned my attention back, but what I saw when I turned round left me paralyzed.

Hans? A knife? What...what was happening?

I stood as if in a daze as I watched in pure horror as he brought the knife down. My stomach clenched as Elsa gave a heart wrenching cry, fighting uselessly against her attacker. Hans stared down with pure hated, drawing the now crimson splattered blade up, smiling like a maniac.

It was like slow motion as the blade went down.

Down, down, down.

And I somehow found my voice then.

"NOOO!"

"NOOO!" I screamed as I jolted up in bed. My breath was ragged, sweat causing my pajamas to cling to my skin. The air was chilled, sending me into a sudden rush of shivers.

Suddenly my bedroom door was busted open, light from the hall pouring in. My father stood in pajama bottoms, holding what appeared to be a lamp though I couldn't see much past the tears that had somehow erupted.

"Anna? Anna, are you okay?" I heard the worry and concern etched in his words, and I swallowed back a lump forming in my throat.

"Y-yeah, just a nightmare, dad," I said. Even I was surprised at how hoarse and raw my voice was.

For a moment longer he simply stood there looking dazed, but when finally my words sank in he lowered the lamp, or, whatever it was. He sighed and ran his freehand over his forehead, looking over his shoulder where my mother stood in her robe outside their door.

When he nodded, she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back into the room. My father, however, turned to me.

He lowered the blunt object down onto my dresser then walked over. I scooted up in bed, wrapping the sheets around me as he sat down. He ran his fingers through his hair, watching me quietly.

"You okay, kiddo?" he asked.

I looked down at the bed a moment, the images of what I'd imagined filling my head. What did that mean? That was terrifying...Should I tell him?

Finally I looked back up, feigning a small smile as best I could. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just, I think I ate too much at dinner."

He chuckled slightly and straightened up, placing a hand over one of my own that was clutching the sheet. "Do you want to talk about it? You haven't had nightmares in... Gosh, how long? Five, six years?"

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. No, no way. I loved him, and I did want to talk about it. But not with him.

"No, it's okay, dad, really, I swear," I said once more.

He seemed to get the hint. He gave a small smile and stood, hesitating before leaning over and kissing the top of my head.

"Call me or your mother if you need anything, but try to get some sleep. It's four in the morning."

I groaned, glancing over at my clock. He was right. Four twenty-seven. Just great. Tomorrow is gonna be a blast.

"Okay, dad. Sleep well."

He chuckled again and headed for thee door, picking up whatever he'd brought in with him. Before he closed the door again, though, he glanced back at me.

"You want me to..." he began. I nodded.

He nodded his understanding and stepped back in. Going over to the right wall, he reached down and flicked on the small night light I'd had for years. Yeah, so I have a slight fear of the dark after a nightmare. Who doesn't?

"Thanks," I called as he closed the door, leaving me alone once more.

I sighed and laid back down, snuggling up under the sheets to keep warm. Even if I would be a wreck tomorrow from the lack of sleep, I could at least try.

Needless to say, the sandman didn't visit me again all night.

"Okay, so you're saying Hans is going to kill Elsa, sometime, somewhere at a random park?" Rapunzel asked after I finished my recap of the nightmare from last night.

I rolled my eyes. "No, you dummy. I said it was just a dream."

She scoffed and pushed me lightly. We were on our way to our next class, hurrying through the nearly empty hallways. In the last two minutes I'd done the quickest description I could of my dream. She still didn't seem to understand it fully.

"You don't have to be mean. I don't see why Elsa loves you," Punz shot at me, though I saw the hint of a smile.

I blushed and pushed back. "Shut up, I'm only mean to you."

She feigned shock, raising a hand to her chest dramatically.

"Me? So I'm the only one who gets this repulsive treatment? How dare you. And I thought we were friends, Anna. You should be ashamed of yourself."

I smiled at her and tapped her arm with my textbook. "Come on. We really need to pick up the pace. I can't afford to be late."

So we hurried to class, making it in the nick of time. We took our normal seats, chatting quietly practically the entire the time. And then I got a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around, and a girl quickly handed me a folded piece of paper. I'd seen her around only recently; she had flaming red hair that was both puffy and curly, tan skin, and bright emerald green eyes. She was from Ireland or Scottish somewhere over there.

" 'ere. Don't know who it's from. But the guy be'ind me said the girl that gave 'im it said it was important," she whispered.

I nodded in understanding and took the small square slip of paper, tucking it beneath my notebook as the teacher turned back to the class. He eyed my area cautiously, and I knew he'd at least heard us. But he didn't say anything; he turned back and resumed talking after a second.

Class seemed to drag on after that, both me and Punz curious about the note. When I chanced a glance back I noted that there were three girls near the back of my area. There was Megara, a.k.a. Meg, Ariel, and Mulan. But what would any of them want with me?

As soon as the bell rang Punz was by my side, grabbing her books and stuffing them in her bag. I knew exactly why too. She wanted to know like I did.

I grinned at her, purposefully being slow. "What's the rush?"

She scolded me and aimed to lift my notebook, but I easily beat her to it.

"Nuh uh, you don't know until I do," I said, shoving the note into the pocket of my jeans.

She groaned and grabbed my notebook and textbook, shoving them into my arms. "Then hurry up and find out so I can."

I chuckled and grabbed my bag, tossing it over my shoulder. "Come on, I'll read it while we walk to lunch."

She grinned and started walking out the room as I did. "Good. Because I'm nosy."

I nodded, playfully smirking. "It's obvious."

She scolded me once again and we continued on our way. I told her I wanted to drop off my books at my locker, which she was okay with. Once there I pulled the paper from my pocket, leaning against my locker. Rapunzel read from over my shoulder once the cursive, hastily scrawled words were presented.

"You better be ready for lunch. We're serving your little girlfriend something extra special.

Don't worry though. You'll be next."

I stared open mouth at the written threat, rereading the words.

"Anna, are you okay? It's just a stupid note," Rapunzel tried to tell me.

But I wasn't listening. My eyes were staring at that one line. "We're serving your little girlfriend something extra special."

Oh god. Elsa.