AN:
This is my collection of works for the Frozen Angst Challenge hosted by Vuelie and Vannminner over on Tumblr. Big thanks to them for hosting it! Each chapter has the name for the challenge of the day it was written for.
I decided to make my entries connected as part of a longer story and so here they all are! This is ultimately Elsanna even if it takes a while to get there, and there are mentions of Kristanna but don't worry, it's not a Kristanna fic. Hope you enjoy it. :)
A sharp and bitter wind tugged at her cloak as the queen stepped towards the edge of the cliff. She had never known how to describe it, but an instinctual part of Anna could tell that the cold of this wind was not hers. There was no magic in it, just empty glimmerings of past memories.
It was an overcast day; all indications were that this would be the first snow of the season. The first snow since she had last seen Elsa—since Anna had last held her. In the months after she left Anna tried desperately to find her, to understand why her sister was shutting her out again, but it was no use. It was all too reminiscent of the many years of solitude she had experienced as a young child—no explanation for the absence, and no way to end it. She was helpless once again.
Anna had never expected her sister to treat her like this again. Even after she had become queen and Elsa had chosen to stay up in the forest, they had seen each other at least once a week. Those were her favorite days, when she got to spend time with Elsa; when she could hold her sister and remind her of how loved she was. And so I could know that she still loved me.
It was a bitter reality that Anna didn't want to admit. Without Elsa around her self-esteem had plummeted; loneliness and grief gnawed into her heart, replacing the love that had flourished in the last four years. It wasn't fair to Kristoff and she knew it; she knew he loved her, and she loved him, but it wasn't enough.
She hated herself for it, she hated the doubt, the fear, and the agonizing reality of their relationship. Without Elsa around, Kristoff's love wasn't enough for her. I need Elsa to feel happy with him—I need Elsa. A shiver ran up her spine, as if an attempt to reject that thought—to banish it—but it stood firm.
She stood on the edge of the cliff now, peering out across the sea with her cloak flung out behind her in the bitter wind. She desperately hoped to find Elsa returning on the Nokk—returning to her.
A small flake of snow whirled past her face, and for a moment Anna felt joy flood her heart, but it was smothered as fast as it had come. The snow was perfectly ordinary; there was nothing of Elsa in it. She's not coming back.
A cry of anguish broke from her throat as Anna collapsed to her knees. Tears fell freely down her face until she could no longer see. Sobbing, Anna curled up on the rocky ground and let herself grieve for the sister she had lost again.