This is a sequel to my Frozen/Encanto crossover fic "Special to Me". You'll need to read that first to understand this story.

"Dios mío, I can't believe it's you!" Luisa's grin took up half her face, though she gritted her teeth all the same. Surely one of the last things Mirabel wanted to see on her first day back home was her older sister bawling like a baby. She rushed forward, grabbing Mirabel's waist from behind and pulling her into a hug. For the first time in forever, every fiber of her muscles pulsed with synchronized strength. Luisa straightened her back, pulling Mirabel all the closer. Her curls tickled Luisa's face. "Oh, Mira, I've missed you so much!"

"Ack! Too tight!"

Luisa froze. Like a light switch suddenly being turned off, all the strength dissipated from her body, almost as if it had never been there at all. Her purpose, everything that made Luisa herself, evaporated with it.

The air hitting her suddenly empty hands was icy. Luisa pulled her arms back to her chest, hugging herself.

There was a thud followed by a stream of coughs.

"What were you trying to do," Camilo asked, "kill me?"

"You're..." Luisa bit her lip. "You're not Mirabel."

"Obviously," he replied. He pushed himself up from the floor and rubbed his backside.

Luisa's throat tightened. No, of course it wasn't Mirabel. How silly to think otherwise. She had - at least some of the time - all the muscles in the world. Maybe she should have tried exercising her brain for once instead.

"I just," Antonio spoke. Luisa looked down, only then noticing him. Even with his recent growth spurt, he was still a little squirt. "I just wanted to see Mirabel."

"Oh, chamaco," Luisa said, her voice softening, "we all do."

"Did someone say Mirabel?"

Luisa turned. Isabela stood by the kitchen doorway, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Luisa's eye began twitching all the harder.

"What's it matter to you?" Camilo asked as he wiped dust from his poncho.

"You know the rules." Isabela scrunched her nose.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied. "We don't talk about Mirabel."

Luisa's shoulders drooped. Tío Bruno, Mirabel - it was hard enough erasing them from her vocabulary, let alone her memory!

Antonio sniffled. "But I want to talk about Mirabel."

Isabela's jaw tightened. "Why? She abandoned our family!"

"She did not!" Antonio stamped his foot. "Mirabel would never do that!"

"Well then," Isabela replied, looking the three over, "where did she go to?"

Luisa's tongue was so dry that it might as well have been breaded between two layers of sand. Even if she could speak, how was she supposed to respond to that?

"Oh, Mira probably just got lost on her way to the market. And lost on her way back home, too. But I'm sure she'll be back soon!"

"Do you have to be so loud?" Camilo hissed. He raised a finger to his lips. "We don't need Abuela hearing us."

Isabela rolled her eyes. "What does it matter? Your sister has heard everything already and has probably told our whole family what you were doing."

"Dolores wouldn't do that!"

Isabela raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? I never knew that she was so good at keeping secrets." She smirked. "It's amazing, isn't it? She can hear someone drop a fork from half the town over but had no idea that you know who was leaving."

Camilo glared at her. "Stop talking about my sister like that!"

Isabela brushed her hair off her shoulder. "I don't see why we shouldn't talk about Dolores. At least we can still say her name."

"But, but..." Antonio broke in. His shoulders shook as he spoke. If only she were able to steady him!

"Here's some advice," Isabela said, leaning back against the door frame. "You want to stop missing Mirabel? Quit talking about her."

"Isabela!" The shout echoed in Luisa's ears. It took her a moment to recognize the voice as her own. "Don't talk to Tonito that way!"

She huffed. "Am I wrong?"

A passing tumbleweed could have knocked Luisa straight down onto her face.

"Well?" Isabela continued. "The pest ran out on our family. Everyone needs to stop forgetting that."

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away. A stream of roses followed behind her. As if on cue, their mother walked in not even five seconds after she'd left.

"What's going on?" She glanced between each of them.

"N-Nothing, Ma," Luisa stammered. "We were just..."

Just what? Her mind was blank, but saying the truth was even more unimaginable.

"Looking for torta de tres leches," Camilo spoke. He rubbed his stomach. "We heard you made some this morning. Problem is, we can't seem to find any. Right, Tonito?"

Antonio nodded, his gaze to the ground.

Her mother shook her head. "You must have heard wrong, then." She tapped her chin. "Though that does sound delicious. I'll whip some up. You three certainly look like you could use it."

"Aye," Camilo replied. He stepped forward, putting his hands on Antonio's shoulders. "And we'll be ready to try some as soon as they're out of the oven. Until then, we better go check on some of Antonio's buddies. Those cheetahs must be hungry!"

"Ye-Yes," Antonio sputtered.

"You heard him! See you later!"

A passing stranger who saw the two hurry from the room would surely have assumed that Camilo had super speed.

"Luisa," her mother said. She stepped across the kitchen, the floor creaking with each step. She extended her arm out, reaching her hand towards her daughter's face. "Are you alright?"

Luisa pulled away. "Just fine, Ma!" Her smile was all teeth. She reached a hand up and cupped it around her ear. "Did you hear that? I think it was Señor Arias calling about his donkeys. I shouldn't keep him waiting!"

Only when she was half a mile from the casita did Luisa finally feel a salty sting around her eyes. Just where her feet were taking her, she couldn't be sure. Did it even matter? As quickly as her feet had started moving, they suddenly stopped. Luisa collapsed against a nearby tree, her legs giving out from under her. A sting ran up her back as she hit the ground. Luisa moaned, ducking her head. Her cheeks were soaked.

Forget picking up houses, would she even be able to pull herself back up onto her feet? Gravity had never seemed so heavy. Really, what was she to her family without her strength? How much longer would it be until her own name was unspeakable?

The next story in this series will involve Mirabel, Anna, and Elsa. Later tales will focus on Bruno and Isabela.