Will she have enough to eat? Will she be safe? How will I know if she's hurt? Or sick? What if she won't tell me? What if she'll forget to visit? Will she be happy? Happier? Was she...not happy here? Was I...not enough?

"Oh just be quiet."

Elsa raised her head, concerned. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

She smiled, knowing it was certainly something. "Anna, it'll be okay. I'll be fine."

Anna wasn't surprised how quickly she had read her mind. She simply nodded and smiled back.

Before settling in the enchanted forest, Elsa had stayed in Arendelle for a few days for the coronation and to figure things out. She reminded her sister, more than once, that they were doing this together and she had nothing to stress about. Anna listened to her and all her worries, fears and dreadful thoughts subsided. Unfortunately, only briefly.

This was the one of the hardest parts. But Anna knew it had to be done sooner than later. Her and Kristoff would be moving into the king and queen's chamber, also known as Elsa's room. So that meant she had to clean out her things and Elsa had to do the same. It wasn't easy and unlike the castle staff who helped move the furniture it was a painfully nostalgic and bittersweet experience.

The last of the sister's things were stored away in the attic upstairs, and Anna held a few miscellaneous items in a box. The newly coronated queen stood at the doorway of her childhood room, holding back tears as this was a final goodbye. She knew in her heart, not all closed doors were necessarily bad. Sometimes a door had to close only for a new one to open.

It was quiet except for the sweet sound of birds chirping outside. She stared at the massive empty space and soaked up every memory and moment she could see. A very small Anna and a very small Elsa cuddling with their mother on the bed. Little Elsa holding a frightened little Anna, doing the best she can to comfort her and convincing her that it was just a dream. Their imagination running wild and free, dressing up and making up stories. Staying up way later than they should be, making shadow puppets with their hands and watching the Northern lights in the sky. A restless Anna laying in bed only to be greeted with Elsa's magic, it didn't take much to beg her to build a snowman. An older Anna, sitting with Elsa at the window seat. Catching up. Brining warmth into her life again. Anna trembling under the covers after wakened from a thunderstorm. Thunder and lightning used to be fascinating to her, now it was nothing but a reminder that her parents were gone. And Elsa would tiptoe into the room, holding a pillow and she'd ask if she welcomed to stay the night. She too was afraid and only felt safe close to Anna. And this is what they'd do. Talk and cuddle close and the storm was tuned out with their laughter.

One memory she recalled was a broken hearted and confused Anna standing in the center of the room, the day after the accident. She was so tiny. Why couldn't she see Elsa anymore? Why did she move out of their room? Why did she have to go? And yet, Anna had these same questions today but she new the answers unlike back then. Only Elsa remained in Anna's life and could visit whenever she liked. She knew growing up meant adapting, one leaves for a little while and they discover new things. But they will always return to their loved ones so she knew this wasn't bad, it was good. Anna set the box on the floor to wipe her face. This, wasn't easy. Although nothing remained in the room, all of its legacy and greatness was stored in her heart unlike the soon forgotten furniture in the attic.

"Anna?"

She whipped around and froze when she became face to face with her older sister. A smile slowly made its way to her lips and she straightened the front of her dress. "Hey sis."

Elsa stepped over the threshold and looked about the room, sharing some of the same feelings Anna had just undergone. Some bitter and some sweet. She placed her hand over her heart and exhaled shakily. "Oh, Anna."

"I just wish I could always we with you," Anna blurted out. She closed the gap between her and her sister with a smothering embrace.

Elsa's heart finally broke at the sound of her baby sister's sobs. She had her arms locked around her form and absolutely no intention of letting her go soon. "You will be, dear one. Always."

The two girls, very much worn out from the day's events, lost track of time they spent hugging. Most of it consisted of Elsa humming a well known lullaby and running gentle circles on Anna's back.

"Please come home..." Anna was interrupted by a hiccup. "And visit. All the time. It's highly suggested by the queen."

Elsa laughed and finally released Anna so she could see her face. It was red and tear stained. Much like she used to find her in this very room countless of times. She was the tear wiper and comforter. A protector, a term she frequently used now to describe herself as the fifth spirit.

"Anna, this place...home isn't just Arendelle. It's you. And I will always come back to it," Elsa cupped her cheek and brushed her thumb over a patch of freckles. Her eyes were now glistening. Anna knew she meant everything she'd just said and she would stay true to her word.

She grinned and couldn't refrain herself from hugging her big sister again. Elsa happily returned the embrace.

And the sisters, knowing they will most likely visit this childhood room of theirs again, closed the doors behind them and stepped foreword, new adventures and discoveries bound.