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Elsa reached under her bed, feeling around for her letter box. Where was it? She could have sworn she left it right - ah, there it is.

She pulled it out from under the bed, head tilting curiously. Something seemed different, but she couldn't place exactly what that difference was.

Elsa breathed out a sigh. She must have just kicked it and didn't notice, or knocked it aside when she was depositing a bottle in the shoe box. She unlocked the box carefully, fixing the messy letters before tucking the newest one inside. She must have been half asleep the last time. She would never have left it in such a state.

Elsa barely managed to push the box back under the bed when Anna's head peeked in.

"Time for your appointment," Anna had informed her with a toothy grin, and Elsa sighed internally. Blasted appointments.

"I'll be right out. Let me just grab a cardigan." Anna had looked like she wanted to comment, but only nodded and ducked back out of the room.

Elsa breathed out a sigh in relief and let her head fall back against the bed.

She really needed to talk to Anna about that open door policy.

"Are you allowed to be in the pool?" Anna asked dubiously as she watched Elsa saunter across the marble tiles around the pool. Her skin warmed rapidly under her uniform.

"Do you think there would be a pool if I wasn't?" The blonde had lowered her glasses slightly, an eyebrow quirked. "Besides, it helps me keep fit. I'd rather smell like the pool than smell like the hospital."

Anna's cheeks warmed, hands tightening around Elsa's baby blue towel. "Huh, I guess you do make good points sometimes."

Elsa had laughed and passed her sunglasses off to Anna, too. "I don't think you should be talking to your boss like that."

Anna rolled her eyes fondly and hooked the sunglasses onto the neckline of her uniform shirt. "You're barely my boss."

Elsa had shaken her head and simply smiled, turning away from her.

They'd been like this since the thunderstorm, two new born foals taking their first steps. Or something like that. She'd never been good at metaphors. Either way, they were starting to rebuild their friendship, becoming less like employer and employee and more like the best friends they always were.

Anna was loving it.

Anna soon found that she was loving this even more.

Teal eyes widened as the silk robe slipped off Elsa's shoulders, Anna's mouth going dry as a dazzling amount of milky skin was exposed before her.

Holy shit. Elsa was hot.

Anna pushed that thought right to the back of her mind, sputtering out a cough and picking Elsa's discarded robe up. Elsa was her friend. Her best friend. Anna couldn't go thinking about her trim waist, her smooth legs, the dimples in her back, and that a—

She sucked in a deep breath and was somewhat relieved when Elsa slipped carefully into the water.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Anna heard Elsa ask from the pool, voice clouded with amusement. "You can swim with me if you'd like. Nobody's around to tell on you."

Anna cleared her throat and plopped down onto the lounge chair in response. She sat stiffly, her mind blank and whirling at the same time.

"Are you okay?" Elsa had asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern as she swam to the edge of the pool, arms resting on the cool marble.

Anna nodded hurriedly. "I'm - I'm okay." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I-I'm great, actually."

Elsa had narrowed her eyes but seemed to decide not to question her any further. "Well, if you insist."

Anna watched her swim away, swallowing thickly. Oh boy.

She was in big, big trouble.

"Elsa, do you even know how to drive?"

Elsa scoffed, hands twisting absently around the steering wheel. She'd received her car for her 17th birthday. She'd only driven it a total of three times – and only around their neighbourhood. Still, she was an Ásdís, and Ásdís were never anything short of perfect.

"Of course," She replied, double checking her rear view mirror before finally looking at a doubtful Anna. Elsa let out a breath and reached over, pulling her seat belt on for her. "Don't you trust me?" She asked with a small smile, looking up into Anna's eyes.

Anna had fallen silent then, her cheeks clouding with pink. Elsa's eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?" Anna had shaken her head, her cheeks reddening even further as she sent Elsa a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine," Anna had replied hastily, patting Elsa's shoulder. "Let's go to the mall. Before your mother catches us."

Elsa pulled back then, nodding slowly. "Okay. Only if you're sure?"

"I'm sure." Anna nodded firmly, taking her hand and squeezing hard. "Let's go."

Elsa's lips curled into a smile, taking in their joined hands before nodding. "Let's go."

"I can't believe we're going to the same college," Anna said, happily skipping along beside her. Her braids bounced with every step.

Elsa had lifted her gaze from the metal ruler in her hands, shifting it absently. She was probably considering replacing one of the ten she had at home.

"It's not that exciting," Elsa had replied with a chuckle, hiding a smirk. And failing. "Besides, it hasn't been really decided yet. My mother still has to say yes."

Anna huffed and puffed and shifted the basket that hung on her forearm. "It so is! We haven't gone to school together - ever!"

Elsa's smile had brightened at that, shaking her head and placing the ruler into the basket. "I know. I was only joking." She had nudged her. "You're such a drama queen."

Anna scoffed as they continued to wander down the aisle, enjoying the freedom of not having Ralph lumbering along behind them. "You're the one who declared that I almost killed you when we first bumped into each other again."

Elsa had gone silent then, the hand curled at her arm tightening. "You could have," She replied quietly. Anna's stomach twisted because she could have, she could have.

Their eyes met.

Anna wasn't sure why her stomach twisted when Elsa looked away, first.

"You and your girlfriend make a very cute couple."

Elsa's head snapped up from her wallet, an oblivious Anna sitting at a table not too far away. Anna had waved once she caught her gaze, a bright smile on her face. Elsa flushed and turned back to the smirking teen standing behind the counter.

"Thank you," She murmured instead of all the denials she could have offered, giving a shy grin as she picked up the plastic tray. She set the tray down on their table, Anna's foot nudging against hers as soon as she sat down.

"What was that all about?" Anna had asked, plucking a fry from her side of the tray. Elsa swatted her hand away, pursing her lips.

"He told me that you were very cute," Elsa answered, gauging the reaction on Anna's face. Anna had looked over at the freckled boy standing behind the counter before wrinkling her nose and turning back.

"I don't think he's my type," Anna had admitted, reaching for her chocolate milkshake.

"Oh?" Elsa straightened in her seat, fiddling with a packet of ketchup. "What is your type?"

"I think…" Anna had grinned brightly, eyes teasing. "That you might be my type."

"Very funny," Elsa rolled her eyes, reaching over to shove her shoulder.

"Ow!" Anna had exclaimed playfully, clutching at her shoulder. "It's true! I love you!"

"Okay, okay," Elsa giggled and shushed her, cheeks warming as she pushed at her shoulder once more. "I love you too."

"Why is Elsa's bathroom so messy?" Anna huffed, tossing more clothes into the hamper tucked under her arm. Anna was merely glad that Elsa put in the effort of tossing them in colour coded piles.

She had knocked on Elsa's bedroom door at first, and had waited five minutes before shrugging and making her way inside. She was sure Elsa would get over it. Elsa tended to barge into her room when she was rambling about something or other. Now they were sort of even.

Anna soon found herself wandering around a bathroom the size of her old bedroom, delicately picking Elsa's clothes off the floor. Along with Elsa's… delicates. She took Elsa for a stripes kind of girl – not polka-dots.

"How can one person have so many clothes?" Anna continued grumbling to herself, not hearing the door opening behind her. She turned sharply, letting out a surprised yelp when she bumped into Elsa.

A half-naked, towel-clad Elsa.

They both screamed.

"Get out, get out, get out," Elsa had practically squealed, one hand curled tightly into the knot of the towel, the other pointing towards the open doorway.

Anna had never run so fast in her entire life.

Elsa sat back in the armchair and wondered if they would notice if she snuck away to grab a book.

It had been an hour of this already. Her grandfather had arrived, given her a bag of chocolates and a kiss to the head before being lead to the library, her parents following suit. Having the three of them in the same room was a miracle in itself, but for them to actually be acknowledging each other like this? The world must have been ending outside and she just hadn't noticed.

Elsa wished Anna was in here with her. Chocolate could only entertain her for so long, after all.

Her head tipped back, and she sighed quietly as she decided to tune in once more.

"If you think for one second that I am going to risk my daughter's life so she can follow some silly little dream, you've got another thing coming." Elsa's eyes rolled upward as she ignored the sting of her mother's words.

"It's not a silly dream, Idunn. This is your daughter's happiness we are talking about!" Elsa smiled internally. Her papa had always been her favourite. "Besides, Miss Almstedt has informed me that she plans on attending the same university. Therefore, Elsa won't be alone."

"I think your husband is right, darling," Her grandfather had uttered, effectively shutting her mother up. Elsa, like her mother, had gaped.

It was very clear that her grandfather held little affection for her papa, if any, and for him to actually agree was massive.

Elsa was stunned.

Her mother recovered faster than she. "I am not happy about this."

"It is beneficial to the company, you know," Her grandfather had stated, stormy grey eyes cutting over to meet hers. Elsa straightened subconsciously, but mirrored the subtle smile on her grandfather's face. Really, she didn't know where her mother had gotten it from. "She will be continuing the legacy of brilliant architecture that Ásdís Corporation has to offer."

Elsa nodded eagerly, and her mother had crossed her arms. "I will still be talking to Anna about this."

"Then talk," Her grandfather had drawled, walking over to soothe a large hand over her hair. Elsa pressed up into the touch subconsciously. "My dear granddaughter will be going to that school regardless."

Her mother had huffed and stormed off. Her papa had grinned at her, before hurrying off to placate her mother. Her grandfather had winked down at her, ruffling her hair.

Elsa simply beamed.

She couldn't wait to tell Anna.

"I'm beginning to think you like sleeping with me," Anna stated with a playful smirk as she entered the room, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"Well, we have a lot of sleepovers to make up for." Elsa had blushed as Anna plopped down onto the left side of the bed, Elsa completely missing her innuendo. "Besides, it's a celebratory night and you're much warmer than Sven."

"Oh, so I'm just a replacement?" Anna teased, watching as Elsa's slender fingers worked deftly to undo her thick braid.

"You know you're not," Elsa had mumbled with a light smile, gloved hands dropping to her lap as waves of pale blonde hair cascaded down Elsa's shoulders.

Anna ran her fingers over the silky fabric of the gloves. "Why don't you take them off?"

Elsa's hands drew back, as shaky as the breath she drew in. "You know why."

"You're not a monster, Elsa," Anna whispered, peering earnestly up at the girl. "I know you're not going to hurt me."

Elsa had smiled sadly as her fingers toyed with the single white strand in her hair.

"I could, and that's all it would take."

"So you really can't play games like these?"

Elsa looked up from her Super Mario games, seeing Anna standing with her collection of dusty sports games – gifts from distant relatives who didn't know about her condition.

"I can't," Elsa hummed in the affirmative, shrugging her shoulders. "It would be too much activity. I'm not allowed to do anything like that."

"So you can't even play normal sports?" Anna had asked her, lounging around on the love-seat behind her. "Basketball? Football? Any kind of ball?"

Elsa let out a small laugh, her eyes falling on the brand new heart monitor on her wrist. A necessary condition, her mother had sniffed, if she wanted to attend that silly school.

"I'm not exactly normal, Anna," Elsa answered, because she wasn't – she never was. She settled in beside Anna and handing her a steering wheel. Anna swapped their controllers, grumbling about wanting to have the blue one.

"You're right, you aren't normal." Elsa's throat tightened. Anna had tipped into her, urging her to pick Rainbow Road. "I mean, who has this many consoles? And these many games."

Elsa let out a breath, relief shaking her to the core. "I had to occupy myself somehow. As much as I love books, I can only read so many before I get a headache from all the words."

"Excuses, excuses," Anna had teased, settling her legs onto Elsa's laps. "Now come on. I want to kick your butt on Rainbow Road."

Elsa grinned brightly and let herself slump into Anna, knocking her temple against hers. "I'd like to see you try."

"Elsa."

Elsa had hummed, face buried in against her neck. Sven sat protectively on the bedside table.

"You're the most extraordinary person I know," Anna whispered, because it was true, because it was all she knew when they were eight and so so young, because it was all she knew now that she was eighteen and maybe kind of crushing on her best friend.

Elsa had smiled against her skin, small and exhausted in her arms. "I know. I know."

Anna squeezed her close and hoped with all of her heart that she did know.

"You know," Anna started as they sat in the ice cream store, sharing an extra-large tub of chocolate ice cream. A few kids walked by, staring in awe. "You never told me what these doctor appointments were really for. Is it… I mean, is your condition really serious? I think you're the only one I ever see there..."

Elsa had stiffened before her. Anna sighed internally. Sometimes, talking to Elsa was like pulling teeth.

"You don't have to worry about it," Elsa had promised, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. Classic Elsa. Always so chivalrous.

Anna laced their fingers before Elsa could retreat, and she wondered what it would be like, her skin against Elsa's. "I trust you."

Elsa had laughed lightly and dropped her head. "That makes one of us."

Elsa was at a loss as to why the box was always as messy as it was.

She only interacted with it enough to place new letters in, but every time she did, she found it in a complete mess. She shook her head. Maybe she just needed a new place to put them. A bigger box, maybe?

Elsa pursed her lips in thought as she tucked her most recent letter in among the others. She would figure something out.

'2009-10-31

Dear Anna,

Happy Halloween!

I hope you're doing okay. I can't believe it's been a year already. Gerda told me that you were excited about today. She also told me that you'd be sending me a picture of your costume very soon. I'm quite excited to see it.

I wish I could go trick or treating with you, too. I asked Gerda about it, but all she did was smile and kiss my head. She looked a little sad. You don't think I made her sad, do you? I'll apologize to her anyway, just in case.

Do you think that Gerda doesn't think that I know? Is it bad that I do know? Would Gerda be mad? I know why I can't go trick-or-treating with you, Anna. It's to do with my heart, of course. What if I get a fright? What if I run too fast, for too long? One minute could be one minute too many. It scares me, Anna, more than any of the monsters on TV and on the houses I can see from my window. Though, they are pretty scary too. I bet they'd be even scarier up close.

Anyway, I also gave some chocolates to Gerda to give to you tomorrow. I know you'll get them late, but I know you'll eat them anyway. Are truffles still your favourite? I hope so, because they're mine, too. I can't hold your hand as we go from house to house, but at least I know you'll eat the chocolate. Please don't eat too many at once.

I really do miss you, Anna. I wish I could talk to you in person soon. Maybe when I learn to control my powers fully, I'll be able to. I hope you don't forget about your bestest friend.

Love, Elsa.'

Anna sat back against her pillows, fingers tracing reverently over the childish, but still beautiful, handwriting on the page.

She remembered that Halloween.

She'd dressed up as a prince because Rapunzel had wanted to be a princess and Eugene had dressed up as a spy or something. Now, after having read this, Anna wondered if Elsa had been a princess, too.

Anna folded the letter and tucked it under her pillows.

Elsa didn't deserve to be so young and so very broken.

Tell me what you think! Thanks so much for reading!

Also, does anybody else notice the fact that this doesn't show up on the first page? I thought maybe it was a glitch, but it happened for a few chapters now.