a/n: sorry I know I haven't been very faithful to when I say I'm going to update, but for everyone who is waiting (1534rosa) here you go. Please rate and review or message me, whatever, give me feedback. enjoy :)

"Your Majesty?" asked the stable boy in confusion.

"Please make my horse ready." she said icily in her Queenly demeanor.

"Yes ma'am" said the boy, and he scurried off.

She probably should have changed into clothes more suited to riding than to a date or interrogating prisoners. Elsa stood made her hands rise up from the ground and her red gown turned into a loose riding skirt and jacket, both were deep blue and let her hair spill around her shoulders. After a few minutes the boy came around with her horse, a beautiful black mare, whose mane was the same black and white combination as Anna's. She mounted her horse and was about to gallop as far as she could when Friedrich came around the corner.

"Elsa? You're riding too?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry about earlier, but it couldn't wait. Now if you'll excuse me," she said in a civil tone.

"Yes I understand, but can I please tell you something Elsa, something I've been wanting to say for a while?" said Friedrich before anything else could happen.

She looked down at her hands and sighed, really trying to hide her emotions, especially hide her impatience for being alone. "What?" she asked with borderline mock curiosity.

When he saw her so angry and incapable of really being able to think about what he felt, Friedrich looked at her with disappointment and distrust. Didn't she hear the sincerity in his voice when he talked? After more than just a few seconds silence, in a hard and hurt voice the prince only managed "Nevermind Your Majesty. I will tell you at a time when you are less anxious to get away."

"No tell me," she said with only slightly more earnest.

"I'd rather not. You don't seem in the mood to hear it." Friedrich walked to a back stall and found a horse that he saw suitable. He was only able to just manage not letting angry tears escape his eyes.

Elsa was now confused and hurt and still freaking out over Wesselton. She trotted her horse well out of the castle and through town, but as soon as she got past the outskirts, she bolted for the North Mountain. By the time she reached the beautiful castle she had built, an angry cloud was spiraling over her head.

"What did he think he was doing?" she said to herself. "Didn't he know I'd been called away on business? I am a queen after all." she walked up the staircase and let her emotion take over for a few minutes. She had to let it go before she completely lost her mind.

A storm consumed the castle and Elsa was at the center of it. Icy crystals still loose from when Hans had shattered the chandelier were thrown hither and thither throughout Elsa's tallest and largest room. Lightning even began to flicker in the storm, and until she could feel the hail, Elsa let the storm rage on. The Queen stopped the storm and fashioned a great ice throne in the center of the room, and sank into it.

"What am I going to do?" the Snow Queen muttered in despair. She was the queen. Wasn't she supposed to have all the answers? The Duke of Wesselton was sending his army through the mountain. He wasn't going to be stopped by a simple land attack. Although each individual soldier was well trained, there were not many of them. She felt like there was a simple solution staring her in the face, but right now there was too much going on to see it. And everything the Duke had said...

He was right. She wasn't really a ruler. She was just a girl with a crown and no idea how to use it. And this strange power was not much better. how could she be expected to do anything right? She wished there was someone, anyone, who could help her know what to do.

"Papa would know" she said to herself. She started to cry, letting the emotion out in a more cleansing way than a storm.

Out of nowhere, Marshmallow came around the corner. He sat next to Elsa and patted her on the back. The giant snowman was really just Olaf... if Olaf was more terrifying and had an anger management problem. Marshmallow did his best to comfort the Queen, but Elsa was sobbing, heartbroken, shattered, despairing sobs.

Marshmallow suddenly stood and grew shards of ice all over his back and knees, and protruding razor-sharp talons and teeth. Elsa looked up and through her tears made out a single figure. She didn't know or care who it was, she just put her head back in her hands and cried.

"Marsh its just me." said whoever it was.

Marshmallow stopped his growling and sat with a thud behind Elsa's throne.

A hand tentatively rested on the Snow Queen's shoulder. "Elsa?" Anna asked. Elsa was still crying too hard to say anything. "Should I go?" asked Anna.

Elsa sniffed "No."

"Should I say anything yet?"

Elsa shook her head no.

"Okay."

For a while they just sat there, the two of them. Anna had no idea what it could possibly be like to be a queen. She couldn't begin to imagine all the stress and the struggle and everything that Elsa had to to on a regular basis. Anna had sat outside a door for so long, after a while she stopped wondering what was on the other side. She contained her curiosity and wonder so that Elsa could deal with whatever she had been dealing with. But now? Now she had to be there for Elsa. Anna didn't know what she would need to do, but if she could do anything, she would.

Elsa slowly lifted her head and looked at Anna. "Guess ruling and I don't get along well yet." she said with a weak laugh.

"Oh Elsa," said Anna, "You don't have to rush into this. You need time and help, everyone does."

"But a queen shouldn't need help." Elsa said bitterly.

"A queen needs the most help. Not admitting you need help is more weak than saying you don't."

Elsa was about to say something she would regret, but bit her tongue to stop the words. She knew Anna was right. Elsa wanted so desperately to feel like she could talk to someone who had done it about ruling a country. She wanted to tell everyone she cared about, and have them understand. Anna wasn't everyone, but she was a start.

The two girls left the mountain at dawn the next morning, treading down the slopes in silence. Not the awkward kind where you have no idea what to say, but the kind that you don't need to fill with empty words. Elsa had poured out almost her whole soul to Anna, and Anna most of her heart to Elsa and now they both felt changed for good. They were finally able to tell each other almost everything. There was no more of that bizarre physical yet abstract barrier that had kept them apart before. There was no real word to describe it, but whatever uncomfortableness from the separation was gone.

When the sisters reached home, it was to a warm welcome. Particularly from Alexander, who took Elsa aside almost immediately.

"I know Elsa," he said in a brotherly tone, "I know what its like to feel the pressure and the anger and despair. Please remember that I am here for you. I am the only one that can truly understand." He put a hand on her shoulder, and stared into her eyes solemnly.

"Perhaps you give yourself too much credit, sir," said the Queen of Arendelle. She walked away with a more confident air.

The last person to find Elsa was Friedrich.

He approached carefully, slowly like approaching a dangerous, wounded animal. "Your Majesty, I'm sorry for behaving so badly yesterday. Please accept my humblest apologies."

"I accept. I'm also sorry for being so terrible. I was out of sorts and took it out on you." said Elsa bowing her head in shame.

"Well,"said Friedrich holding out his hand, "truce?"

Elsa chuckled and took the hand offered to her, "Truce."

The Snow Queen to the prince's arm into the castle and asked him if he might like to spend the morning in the library with her. She had decided on a novel she wished him to hear, and she would cleared her schedule so that there were no meetings until after lunch.

Friedrich of course accepted her invitation and, in his head, planned exactly what he was going to say.