A/N: Hey all, I'm back with another short little chapter. This one is meant to be a little comedic, fluffy and cute, especially since the next few chapters will be a little heavy. The chapter was heavily inspired by the I Love Lucy episode, "The Novel". Some of the lines here are from there, as is the general premise. But it's been altered to reflect these characters more accurately.

Anyways, hope you enjoy reading it! And please continue to review!

Chapter 22: Anna, The Novelist

Set seven months after the Great Thaw (January 1843)

Elsa hunched over her desk, hard at work on the new proposal for introducing guild members into her council. It was a long and arduous process and she needed absolute –

"Elsa!"

Concentration. Elsa glanced up from her work to see Anna burst into her study with all the flair of Sven when he's on the hunt for carrots. The queen couldn't help but giggle at the similarities.

"I have a question for you, missy." Anna began, waggling her pen in Elsa's direction.

Amused by the gesture, Elsa leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms, "Well then, I sure hope I have an answer."

"How did you feel when you were on the North Mountain? You know when you'd just built your ice palace and all?"

The blonde tilted her head curiously, "Why do you ask?"

Anna simply shrugged, "I just need some information. Come on, Elsa. Please!"

Elsa chuckled and relented, "I suppose I was relieved I could finally use my powers. But I was also rather lonely… I thought I could live my life alone and free, but that meant leaving you behind."

"Oh." Anna dimmed a little at the reminder but proceeded to write something down in a little notebook she pulled from her pockets. "Okay, what about when you first used your magic? As a little kid?"

"What is this? 20 questions?"

"Please, Elsie. It's part of my research."

"Research?" A small smile tugged at Elsa's lips as she responded, "Whatever for?"

Anna zipped her lips and threw away the key in response.

With a grin, Elsa turned to her desk, "Well then, I suppose that's all you'll get from me. I don't give out valuable information for free, you know."

When Anna realized her sister was serious, she groaned and plopped into an empty chair, "Fine, I was going to surprise you, but since you're such a party-pooper, I'll tell you…I'm writing a book!"

Elsa blinked. "A book?"

Anna nodded triumphantly, "A book!"

Despite her best attempts, Elsa couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Oh…don't tell me this is like The Ice of The Fire all over again?"

Anna harrumphed and crossed her arms. "Hey, I wrote that when I was seven. Of course, the title didn't make sense…but the story was solid!"

Elsa wiped her eyes as the giggles faded, "Aw sweetheart, I was just teasing you. You've always been a wonderful storyteller."

The princess puffed up at the praise, "That's what my friends said. Actually, they were the ones who suggested I write a book in the first place."

"Is that so?" Elsa couldn't help but wonder just what had possessed her sister's friends to ask such a thing.

"Uh huh, Master Jorgensen is hosting a story writing competition at the bookstore and Ivan and Katja encouraged me to participate. The winner will get a chance to publish their story and sell it in bookstores across the kingdom, Elsa! Can you imagine that?"

The exuberant enthusiasm from her sister was too infectious for Elsa to ignore. "Sounds wonderful! So, what are you writing about?"

The princess grinned, "Well, at first I wanted to do a fantasy historical tale, you know, with dragons and brave knights and everything. But then I figured, why don't I write about what I know?"

"That won't be a novel, it'll be a short story."

"Hey," Anna started, "Any more wisecracks and I'll kill your character off in chapter one."

"Oh, I'm in it?"

Anna nodded, "Uh huh, we're all going to be in it. Just not under our own names, of course. Your character will be Eliza, Kristoff will be Christopher, Sven will be Stephen, and Olaf will be Oliver."

Elsa simply laughed aloud, "Well, I'll be sure to tread carefully then. Wouldn't want to ruin my chances at fame and fortune."

"I should think not." Anna rose from her chair, "Anyway, time to get back to writing. My muse is calling, and I must answer." With an upturned nose, Anna drifted off, leaving her sister in stitches at her silly antics.

For much of the next week, the book was all Anna could think about. She'd wake up early to begin writing and spend the whole day locked in the little writing nook she'd established not far from her sister's study.

As Elsa went about her day, attending meetings and running the kingdom, she'd often catch her sister hard at work, her nose scrunched up and a pencil stuck in her messy hair. It was a rather adorable sight, and for her sake, Elsa couldn't help but hope the story turned out well.

But all of that changed one day when Kristoff knocked frantically at her study door.

"We need to talk."

Elsa gestured for him to come in. Once he'd settled down at the chaise, he began. "So you know how Anna's been writing that book…"

"Yes?"

"Well, have you read it?"

Elsa shook her head, "I've asked, but she says it's not done yet."

He held up the papers, "Well, I did. Olaf found some of it and brought it to me so I could read it to him, but um…" He glanced up, suddenly nervous about his next words, "Anna's not a good writer."

To his surprise, Elsa simply chuckled and crossed her arms, "Oral storytelling has always been Anna's strong suit, writing on the other hand…"

"You knew she was bad at writing and you're letting her do this anyway?"

Elsa shrugged, "She enjoys it and I'm not going to stop her from doing what she loves. Besides, it's about the experience, not the reward."

Kristoff shook his head, "Forget the reward, here…just read this." He handed the stack to a confused Elsa, who obliged.

I was a rather precocious child at age nine, but because I was rather lonely, I would spend my time wandering about the castle, making friends with whatever crossed my eye.

That was how I met Joan. She was the strong, silent type. Never really had much to say, probably cause she's a portrait. But I'd talk to her anyway. Usually about the weather and the goings on in the castle and my thoughts about life in general. Of which I had a lot, believe me.

One day, I told her all about my stuffed animal collection. I have a lot of them. There's Sir Snowball Worthington III and Lord Bjorn Andersen and Lady Catarina and Mister Snowflake and Stripes the Amazing Tap-Dancing Tiger and….

Elsa glanced up, "How long does this go on for?"

He groaned, "Five pages. It's just five pages of her listing all the stuffed animals she has."

The queen chuckled softly to herself. It seemed Anna's tendency to ramble had manifested itself in her book and while that was an endearing quality in general, it made the book rather unreadable.

"To be fair," Kristoff added, "The parts about the Great Thaw are pretty interesting, though she did make up a bunch of stuff for dramatic purposes…but the entire beginning of the book is such a slog. And she didn't exactly represent everyone in the best light."

He handed her a few more pages, "This is about me."

It was then that I met my boyfriend, Christopher. When I first saw him, I couldn't help but be confused by his love for his horse friend, Stephen. But as I got to know him more, I realized Stephen was just a part of his life, and that just like the clumpy way he walks, and the grumpy way he talks, I'll have to get used to the smell of horses and carrots.

But I do love the way he talks for his horse. It's so cute!

"I am not cute." Kristoff huffed and crossed his arms as Elsa chuckled knowingly.

"Is that all?" Elsa set the stack aside and shrugged, "It really isn't that big a deal, Kristoff."

"Well, I don't appreciate being portrayed as a stereotypical mountain guy. I've got my quirks."

"And you know Anna appreciates you for all of them. Now, what do you want me to do about this?"

Kristoff pointed to the stack beside him. "We can't let her publish this. What if people laugh at her, or us?"

Elsa shook her head, "No one will laugh at her, Kristoff. And I'm not going to tell Anna not to publish this when she's worked so hard on it…"

"Then wait till you see what she wrote about you."

"Me?"

Wordlessly, he handed her another page.

Eliza is my older sister, and I love her to pieces. She's smart and beautiful and graceful and elegant and always knows what to do. She's an amazing, wonderful person and I'm so glad she's my sister.

"You know, she actually writes really well." A proud Elsa concluded.

Kristoff gestured to the paper with a knowing smirk, "Keep reading."

But with that being said, she's also a big ham and a total show-off.

"A show-off?" A surprised Elsa looked up at Kristoff, who couldn't help but giggle at the queen's incredulous expression.

"Told you."

Elsa harrumphed and put the page to the side, "I don't know what she's talking about."

The ice harvester shrugged, a sly smile on his lips. "Me neither, but you see what I mean?"

Elsa nodded slowly. It seemed her sister had taken the liberty to write whatever she wanted about them…

"I want to read this whole thing, beginning to end."

An amused Kristoff held up the rest of the book, "Let's get started then."

When Anna returned to her writing nook later that day, Elsa and Kristoff were waiting for her.

"Hi guys, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

Elsa sighed and got up from the chaise, "Anna, you know I love you, don't you?"

"Yeah…"

"And you know that I will encourage you in any endeavor you undertake? Within reason, of course."

Anna nodded, very confused by her sister's words. "Sure…what's this about?" She glanced at Kristoff, but his face had no answers.

Elsa took a deep breath. "Well, I read your book and I don't think you should publish it."

"You read it?" Anna exclaimed.

"In my defense, Kristoff read it first and then brought it to me, but yes, I did…"

"And you didn't like it?"

Elsa scrunched her face in a sympathetic gesture, "It's … something."

Anna's face fell at the response, "Oh…"

Elsa placed comforting hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry, Anna. I know you've worked so hard on it, and some of it was really working, but other parts…well…"

Anna huffed under her breath. "I wish you'd told me sooner."

Elsa slowly drew back, horror showing on her face, "What do you mean?" Beside her, Kristoff's eyes widened.

Anna gestured behind her, "I just dropped my manuscript off at Master Jorgensen's bookstore."

"You did?" Elsa squeaked.

Anna nodded, "I just finished it today and wanted to get it over as soon as possible."

The blonde groaned and smacked her forehead, "Well, that's just fantastic. Can you go get it back?"

But to her utter surprise, Anna defiantly crossed her arms, "Absolutely not. It's my story and I like the way I wrote it."

"But you didn't even tell the truth, Anna. You just made up a bunch of things about all of us."

She shrugged. "That's what writers do. They take the truth and twist it a little."

"Well, I don't like the way you twisted me." Kristoff replied.

"Me either." Elsa added. "And what's this about me being such a ham I should go lie down between two slices of rye bread?"

"My book isn't even published yet and already I'm being misquoted." Anna replied indignantly.

"And you called me a showoff?"

Anna thew her hands up, "It's called artistic license, Elsa. I'm just adding some details to spice the story up a little.

"Well, whatever you call it, we don't want it to be published. Those are our names in there, you know."

"Technically, they're not your names so no one's going to know who I'm referring to."

"Oh sure, because Eliza and Elsa are so diametrically different."

Anna glowered, "I'm not withdrawing my manuscript from the competition, and you better not try to pull me out either. My novel is done and that's that."

Before Elsa or Kristoff could get a word in edgewise, the princess stormed out of the room, leaving the two to turn and shrug at each other.

Anna paced the foyer restlessly as the maids watched her move about. Over the weeks, the entire castle staff had slowly become invested in the princess' book, and now they couldn't help but wonder if it'd win. After all, there was a lot of money on the line.

"Oh, why isn't he here yet?"

"I'm sure he'll be here soon, Anna," Elsa added. Despite her better judgement, she couldn't help but be curious about the contest. Part of her really hoped that Anna would win, but the other part really didn't want to see that book become a bestseller…

Oh, why was being an older sister so difficult?

"Ugh, at least today of all days, he should be on time. He knows the contest results will be out at noon!"

"Princess Anna!" A pageboy came scampering in, a note in his hand. Anna jumped to retrieve it.

"Finally!" She ripped it open and read, her eyes wide with excitement.

"What's it say?" The boy asked, his hands itching to recover the money he'd bet against her with the stable-hand.

There was a long tense silence as she read then reread the note. Eventually. Anna glanced up, disappointment evident on her face. "They didn't take it…"

Elsa came up and wrapped her sister in a comforting hug, sympathy gracing her features. Whatever her personal preferences, she didn't like seeing Anna so dejected, "I'm sorry, Sunshine. Maybe you'll have better luck next time."

Anna shook her head morosely, "There will be no next time."

Elsa chuckled softly, "You don't mean that."

"Yes," the princess countered. "Yes I do. I'm never writing as long as I live. The world will never know these immortal words."

She ripped the note up, enunciating each phrase as she disintegrated the paper. "So long, book of the month. Farewell, best-selling novel. You missed your chance so go climb a tree!" She threw the pieces of paper in the air and walked off with a huff, leaving Elsa to shrug at the servants with a helpless smile.

True to form, Anna stopped writing altogether, which began to concern Elsa. Especially when her sister asked her to write a note to Kristoff asking if he was free for lunch.

"Why don't you write it?"

"Please," Anna gestured, "I'm never writing anything again." She fell into her seat and slumped on the table, a faraway look in her eyes. It was a look Elsa was becoming painfully familiar with, and she didn't like how it had taken over Anna's life.

If the competition and the book really meant that much to her sister, perhaps it was time to address the matter at hand.

Later that night, Elsa approached her sister with a book. "I thought we could read this tonight."

An excited Anna hopped on the bed, "Whoo, what's it called?"

The queen sat on the bed, making herself comfy among the many sheets and pillows before bringing the book into her lap. "It's a new novel. I got it exclusively just this morning. I think you'll really love it."

The princess rubbed her hands in anticipation but when Elsa opened the cover, Anna's face fell. "But…but…"

Elsa began to read, "This is the story of Annalise and how she learned to love and live with the help of her sister and her friends."

Anna glanced up, "What are you doing? And why do you have my book?"

Elsa sighed and looked at her sister, "I admit when I first read your book, I didn't have the proper reaction to it. And for that, I apologize, Anna. Your book is wonderful, especially the way it's written…"

Anna's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "You really think so?"

Elsa nodded, "It's wonderful because it's exactly how you wanted to tell your story. And so what if they thought your story wasn't good enough to sell across the kingdom? It's good enough for me…and I'm the queen. So what's good for me should be good for everyone, right?"

Anna smiled a teary grin at her sister's sentimental gesture, "Thanks Elsie…" She launched herself at Elsa with a bubbly laugh, warming Elsa's heart at the pleasant sound.

The older sister wrapped her arms around Anna and kissed her cheek before pulling back, "You're very welcome, sweetheart. Now, shall we read this exciting new novel together?"

The sisters bundled in for a long night of cozy reading and quality cuddling time, glad to be with each other as they shared a story that came from the heart.