Anna sat alone in Elsa's room. Baragor had told her it was necessary she step into her sister's place. He should have known that no one could replace her.
Anna slumped against the wall. How had it come to this? Why was she so stupid?! Kristoff... Kristoffer, whatever his name was whatever he was, had lied to her, and she'd believed it- AGAIN!
That was the worst part. Being betrayed on so many levels. Oh... Hans was just level one. Behind him was Baragor and behind him was Kristoff, and behind him was, once more, Baragor.
"Stupid, stupid little girl," She chided herself. There was no such thing as love. She and her sister were just toys in the greater schemes of greater men who had aims far higher than either of them.
A single tear slid down her cheek.
Elsa wouldn't be so easily bamboozled. She understood the truth; men were all just nasty, lying jerks who wanted to kill your family members, stomp your heart, and laugh at you.
Anna swallowed her tears as best she could, but her heart just kept breaking.
Why did this happen to her? What had she ever done to deserve all this pain, agony, and loneliness. Elsa locking her out, Hans lying, Kristoff...
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She picked up Elsa's mirror and threw it across the room. It shattered as it clatter against the ground, "NOOOOO!" She grabbed a chair next, slamming it brutally against her desk, "NO! NO! NO!"
Dresses, strings, and ribbons flew as she tore apart the closet. More wrecked, more ruined. She kept going. Anna ripped the whole room apart, top to bottom, ceiling to floor.
Finally, after an hour, her rage was spent, her tears were drained, and she lay down by her sister's window, praying for an impossible change.
At least things couldn't get any worse...
There was a knock at the door. The princess grunted.
"Your highness," Whispered Kai, "...may I?"
Anna made a futile wave with her hand. The servant came in.
"Well, this is a bit of a mess, but I'm sure we can sort it out..." He sniffed, picking up the clothes. She waved her hand again.
"I..." her voice, hoarse from screaming, was quiet. Anna cleared her throat and began again, "I don't need a pep talk right now, Kai."
He pursed his lips for a moment, "I suppose not," Then the man reached down, picked her up, and straightened her clothes, "Get out," He ordered.
The royal snapped out of her trance, "Wha- what?"
"Get out," He repeated more firmly, "I don't know who's running this nation, and, frankly, neither do the people. So, he lied to you. You hate him. I'm sorry, but that's not enough. You have to lead. You have to save us."
"How?" She asked wearily.
Kai pulled her from her room, "Go and fight for Arrendelle."
"There is no Arrendelle," She growled.
"Fine, fight for the Northern Port of the Southern Isles or whatever we are now. If you don't step up, right now, and take control, who will?"
"Elsa?" She asked.
"Elsa would," He answered, "But all we have is you."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be; not unless you fail."
Although the old man was seriously overstepping his authority, Anna had to agree. There was nothing to be won by sitting around in her sister's room wrecking everything.
And Elsa wouldn't want their home to be destroyed.
"Okay," She grit out, "No more Mr. Nice Princess!"
"Don't you mean "Ms.", your majesty?"
"Eh..." Anna shrugged her shoulders.