A/N - I finished my dissertation (5,000 words of hell) so I am back to updating! Will still be kind of slow, due to a few other assignments.

I'm curious, how would you like this story to end? (I do have one in mind, have had an idea for a few weeks, but I truly love hearing all your ideas and thoughts) I hope you're all doing well.

Guest - Oooh that's an idea! She would do amazingly in that role I'm sure

Frozen789 - Aaahhh thank you! That means an awful lot! I too am still trying to figure out their reasoning behind it. I've concluded they're trying to show distance can't compete with love, and that the world can open up to you in unexpected ways. That preconceived ideas about yourself can be a limitation? Idk. Maybe they're showing the sisters growing closer by taking them apart, that they've reached a point where they can comfortably separate. But it doesn't add up, not with Anna's attachment issues that they've brushed over. Critics who don't even like Frozen have said it is probably a trilogy due to the format they have built, I'm presuming this will find resolution soon.

JGR - Your reviews never fail to make me smile, thank you so much for sticking by in all this! Dissertation done, one exam and essay left to go! Nope, this story is not quite done yet. We're merely approaching the end.

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it.

The journey home was eerily quiet, even Olaf remained silent - a small blessing. Elsa sat beside Anna, sitting in her feelings with her. The bruises Anna had received from Honeymaren were becoming more prominent now. She wanted her Anna back, the one who saw the good in absolutely everything, the one who found laughter in sadness. Her Anna would proudly wear her battle wounds, pointing out that the colours painfully etching her skin complimented her outfit. But she was no where to be found, she was a shell of who she was, The sparkle in her eye was nowhere to be found. It was strange, to see her sister as someone she didn't know.

Elsa didn't have much experience in Anna's sadness. Whilst Anna was an expert and had a degree in how to listen, and make Elsa smile. Elsa didn't share the same knowledge in relation to Anna. She tried, she really did. She had hoped she would have learnt more from previous experience.

"We're almost home." Elsa said delicately. Even sitting next to Anna, she feared being too close to her she might break. The air around them screamed of fragility and vulnerability. Equally, she wanted to hold her, hug her tightly enough to force her broken pieces back together.

Anna's vacant stare was unnerving, her eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead. Every second that passed by whilst her sister still had not returned to her was agony, she had brought her here and broken her heart. Her baby sister had once again become subject to pain.

It was unsettling. This change of character. The Karpman triangle, the three roles that coexist and intertwine in human interaction and conflict, connected together by one line. The persecutor, the rescuer and the victim. Where you landed could shift, and change. Anna had faced her fair share of conflict before, her position had remained consistent.

Her primary role was rescuer. She had saved Elsa on numerous occasions, in multiple ways. The sacrifices she made, how many hours she dedicated into Elsa's wellbeing, listening to her talk about her feelings from the late hours of night into early hours of the morning. She gave up so much of herself to see Elsa's happiness, going as far as to taking on the Kingdom for herself. Another side to Anna - much less attended to - was her role as victim. She was victim of circumstance and of life. Anna was frequently underestimated, and often overlooked. Her attachment issues progressively furthered her role as rescuer, they coincided with each other often. Losing herself in saving her sister. Feeling everything Elsa felt for her own. Her empathetic soul couldn't handle two broken hearts. They shredded her rib cage apart so she couldn't breathe. Her whole soul was put into doing the right thing and helping others. A people pleaser, she just about died when others couldn't see how much she did. The conflict of life had marked her as both the victim and rescuer in her early childhood.

It all began with a broken hearted little girl in pig tails sitting outside a closed bedroom door waiting for it to open.

But now she didn't recognise herself. The mould in the Karpman triangle which she sat somewhat comfortably in was no longer fitting. Not quite. Honeymaren's constant put downs, their physical fight, the growing concern of what she would have to do to help the boy who had fled his family. The world was growing darker around her, her morals with it. It all became so blurry. How could she have been so naïve? It infuriated her, that Elsa was sat beside her sat so quietly, by the looks of it, feeling nothing? How could she be so blind to it? She may never have been perfect, although she tried to be, but it was evident that whatever was left of who she was was quickly falling apart.

So who was she?

She was the persecutor.

The corner of the triangle that she never wanted to be on It was so much sharper. The role that Anna spent most of her life defending her sister and herself from. Your words are your power, Anna. So why did her fist feel so much more so? Staring at the graze on her knuckles, they still stung. But instinctively, Anna truly believed they would still be in that cave had she of not taken that initiative. Her words are her power. She scoffed. Elsa had stayed on the mountain, and Honeymaren had continuously berated and shot her down. Her words weren't all that powerful if they only worked in comforting people. Too often her efforts were met with silence. She couldn't deny that this instant gratification in finally being heard the first time with little to no convincing needed was a feeling she wanted to hold onto. But it was the person she wanted to be. And so her stomach twisted and her chest seized as she grappled with this moral existence.

One might argue she was the rescuer in that situation. She wasn't certain. But she had enjoyed bitching about Honeymaren when her back was turned, she had barely given the woman a chance to redeem herself. Before she had even gaged the situation she had mockingly joked with Kristoff, you belong here. Sitting quietly in the sleigh, Anna wondered if she had set everything up to fail. If the one time she didn't share a positive outlook had bitten back.

Her title as a passive, loving, and gentle princess may as well have been thrown down the drain. It was eradicated the moment her hand made contact with Honeymaren.

"Anna?" Elsa asked, she could see the cogs turning intently in Anna's mind. She was clearly somewhere distant. "We're here." She felt Elsa's unusually warm hand settle on her arm. A gentle gesture filled with love, and kindness. She didn't feel she deserved it.

Her eyes flickered to the scene around them, the sleigh was parked on the castle grounds. The air around them, so still. A slow, almost sad song was sung by birds in the distance. "Where are others?" Olaf, Kristoff, Sven and the young boy were gone. Had she really not noticed them leave?

"Finn and Olaf are with Gerda" Elsa explained, "he finally told us his name." a relieved smile flashed across the older sisters face. She had missed it, she hadn't been there to help because she was so stuck in her own thoughts.

"And Kristoff?"

"He's gone to find his parents"

"We should-" Anna started, lifting herself out of the sleigh.

"We aren't joining him, Anna." Elsa cut in sternly. Her eyes said a much different thing, it was if Elsa was looking into her soul. She could feel Elsa searching her, desperately trying to find the problem. The way her eyebrows ever so slightly arched, the light creases created in stress and concern. She knew this look, she had looked at Elsa this way thousands of times. To be on the receiving end of it was strange. Equally, it was comforting to know there was value in those eyes. She was on the edge of becoming a puddle of tears.

"But..ho- what if he needs help?" Anna asked, she felt her heart pulling towards the town. To be with Kristoff, to evaluate the childs living situation for herself. She was failing in her role of caregiver.

Pain flashed in Elsa's face, climbing out of the sleigh, she extended hand to Anna, intertwining their fingers together. Hand in hand, she led Anna home. "I think I should help you first"

It confused her. In any kind of conflict, the person in most need would receive help first. She could wait, Finn was more in need than her. Why was she being prioritised by Elsa? Why had the group all made a silent agreement to exile her from this situation? Why was she placed on the side lines?

She decided against arguing, what Elsa said usually went. She had this authoritative aura about her, an elegance and regal persona that withstood all that was thrown at her. She was a natural leader, one that Anna unquestionably followed.

That first breath as she stepped into the castle filled her lungs with more oxygen than the open forest ever did. It was all coming to an end, the hold that not being in Arendelle had over her released Anna from it's grasp. Home, this was where they were always meant to have been. They should have never left.

Special thank you to anyone who's made it this far in this story. It means a lot :) The next chapter will be a conversation between Elsa and Anna x