After her brother Hans is institutionalized, Anna makes it her mission to visit him whenever she can. The sooner he comes home, the sooner everything will go back to normal. She wasn't expecting to meet the asylum's resident 'Ice Queen,' who refuses to speak or acknowledge anyone... except Anna. /Cover art by one lorelei-lilyprincess over on Tumblr/

One-shot collection. 11. A Little Princess. "Elsa!" Anna manages to gasp. The older girl furrows her brow in confusion. "I'm sorry... do I know you?"

When the sea took their parents, Anna knocked on Elsa's door one last time... and Elsa reached out without thinking. Now those few words might just build a fragile bridge between two sisters for the first time in forever. Because Anna isn't very good at giving up. Re-imagining the three years in between- a series of oneshots of what could have been.

"Hey, Disney—wholesome goodness. We'll watch, we'll get our hearts warmed, we'll get our kumbayas out at the end. No one gets mad and no one gets sad." Or: the Avengers watch Frozen. It...doesn't go quite as planned.

Ficlet Series: Moments string life together, and it's the ones both quiet and loud, unassuming and mundane, that shape Elsa into who she is

An old woman forgets…and remembers. (Anna has lost her taste for snow angels.)

Fill for prompt: Anna moves on without Elsa. "Anna hates that sometimes she thinks about her. It's been fifteen years and still Elsa exists only in the absence of things."

Living for so long in fear of her powers, Elsa never quite realized that the most difficult part of being the Snow Queen might not always be the "snow" part. A story of magic and mystery... of desire and responsibility... of love and family.

She can't touch or be touched. Elsa-centric.

It was like missing a tail, except Anna didn't have a tail. She knew she didn't have a tail. That wasn't the point, but god, was she still bad at metaphors.

It isn't always about love for a queen. Too bad she can't get Anna to understand that.

Anna wasn't the only one forced to grow up without a sister. And, more than anything, loneliness is a cold and quiet wound.

Anna misses her moment. What very well could have been.

Anna's baby is beautiful, and so very, very small, and Elsa is terrified of him. [Implied Kristanna, Elsa/Anna family feels, one-shot.]

If Kristoff had ever had a birthday, and if he wasn't so impossible to deal with, and if Anna had the faintest idea what a spruce tree looked like, none of this would have happened. [Kristanna, one-shot.]