Hi everyone! Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than usual, but I'll try to make it up with the next one (and a sooner one at that!)

Anyways, I hope you like the chapter! Enjoy!

~Isabelle

I may be young but I can still remember

Feeling full of joy, crying tears of laughter

Now all my tears are all cried out

Make believe but count me out

~When Your Feet Don't Touch the Ground, Finding Neverland

Chapter Sixteen: When Your Feet Don't Touch the Ground, Part 2

Whenever Anna missed Elsa, there was a specific memory that she would draw on to make her feel better. Yes, she missed Elsa all of the time, but this memory was for those moments when it hurt so bad that she could hardly breathe. Anna would think of the first time Elsa won a competition—at least, the first time Anna remembered Elsa winning a competition.

Elsa had skated beautifully, to a haunting song that had made their mother cry. She looked radiant in her sparkly costume, her tutu skirt still fluttering around her legs as she finished her final spin. As she skated around the rink for her bows, Mama had picked Anna up and they'd gone down to greet Elsa as her scores were announced. They were the highest of the day, obviously. But as Elsa went out to get her trophy, she'd grabbed Anna's hands and pulled her along. Anna hadn't been wearing skates, but Elsa was practically holding her so it was alright. Elsa had gotten her trophy and beamed brilliantly at Anna.

"This is because of you, Anna," she'd said. "I skate for you."

Anna kept those words close to her heart, especially as the years passed and Elsa remained far away. Now that Elsa was back, Anna supposed she should have been ecstatic. And she was at first, but then she remembered the hurt of all of the missing years. And now that damned photograph, which had somehow mysteriously disappeared from her possession.

Anna stomped downstairs to the kitchen the morning after her birthday. Both of her parents were still sitting at the counter, drinking coffee and sharing a newspaper.

"You're up early, Anna," her father said, glancing up at her and smiling. Anna didn't return it.

"Where's the picture?" she demanded.

"What picture?" Agnarr turned a page in his newspaper.

"The one I found yesterday, the one with Elsa and that man."

"I have no idea, Anna."

"Papa!"

"Anna, dear," Iduna cut in, shooting her husband a look. "We don't think it's healthy for you to have that picture or to worry about it. It's in the past, so why dwell on it?"

"What's in the past?" Anna begged. She just wanted to understand the big secret. She wanted the nasty feeling in her stomach to go away. She wanted her parents to assure her that her worst fears weren't true, and that that man was just some family friend. But they weren't doing that, and Anna needed to know the truth of what happened with her sister.

Her parents said nothing to her question. Anna practically growled in frustration.

"Where's Elsa?" Anna asked. It was unlikely that she would answer Anna's questions either, given what happened yesterday, but maybe if Anna asked just the right ones…

"She's with Merida. I think they're having a girls day," Iduna said. Anna was skeptical. Merida definitely didn't seem the type, and Elsa was far too practical to waste a day on frivolous activities.

"A girls day? Really?" she asked.

"Shouldn't you be studying?" Agnarr said.

"It's summer."

"It's never too early to start studying."

Anna groaned, knowing that she would get nowhere else with her parents. And that was fine. If they didn't want to tell her, then Anna would find out the truth on her own.

Rapunzel, her kind and giving cousin, was more than willing to help out.

"I just want to know what happened," Anna told her. Rapunzel nodded knowingly and put a comforting arm around the strawberry-blonde.

"Of course you do. I remember how upset the two of you were when Elsa left for Europe. You cried to me on the phone for weeks," Rapunzel said. That sounded like herself, Anna thought.

"So what's our first move?" Anna asked.

"I say we go back to the attic and try to find more evidence," Rapunzel suggested. Anna agreed. As the only two in the house, with both of her parents off at work, they made their way to the attic and took their time looking through everything Anna had gone through the previous day. Unfortunately, they found nothing.

"It's like the photo was a fluke or something," Anna complained, throwing herself backwards on the ground. "Like they erased history."

"Anna," Rapunzel said softly, "what is it exactly that you're trying to prove?"

Anna rolled onto her side and looked at her cousin with teary eyes. "I don't know. I have a bad feeling, and I want to be wrong so badly. But the more I look into it, the more I feel like I'm not. The more I feel like something terrible happened, and they're all hiding it from me…" Anna trailed off, then sat up suddenly and banged her fist on the ground. "And that's so fucking ridiculous! I'm nineteen years old! What is so horrible that they won't tell me? Why is this such a big secret?"

Before Rapunzel could respond, the sound of a door slam reached up to them. Anna looked up at her cousin.

"That must be Elsa," she said. She was on her feet and down the attic stairs before Rapunzel could blink. "Elsa!"

Anna rushed downstairs to the foyer. Her sister was standing with her back against the door, face flushed and full of emotion. Anna slowed down. "Elsa? Is everything alright?"

Elsa blinked and looked at her sister. Her face smoothed over instantly. "Oh, yes. Everything's fine. I'm going to go lie down. I had a long night." Elsa moved past Anna and walked upstairs, nodding a quiet hello to Rapunzel on the way. Anna rushed the doorway to look out the window. Standing on their porch, looking a little lost, was Jack. Anna quickly unlocked the door and threw it open.

"Elsa?" he asked, looking up. His face fell when he saw Anna, if only for a moment, before smiling. "Oh, hey, Anna."

"What did Elsa say to you? What did you say to Elsa? What did you two say to each other?" Anna demanded, firing questions off one after the other. Rapunzel came up behind her and folded her arms, as if to she was her bodyguard.

"I didn't say anything… she didn't say anything… we didn't say anything," Jack said. Anna gave him a disbelieving look.

"Oh, really?"

"Really, Anna."

Anna huffed. "Cut the bullshit, Jackson."

"Now you want to talk?" Jack said, throwing his hands up. Anna reeled back.

"Excuse me?"

"You've been ignoring me ever since you started dating that Hans guy!"

"What, and you're jealous?"

"No, I'm not jealous! I'm hurt!"

"Hurt?"

"You missed Best Friend Friday Breakfast! You're asking me to lie for you! You're treating me like a means to an end, not your best friend," Jack said. Anna blinked, surprised.

"And now you demand answers from me that aren't mine to give. If you want to know what's going on with Elsa, ask her," Jack continued. Anna deflated.

"Don't you think I've tried?" The fire had left her, though, so what was meant to be a shout came out as a whimper. Anna wrapped her arms around herself and turned away.

"Anna…" Jack sighed and pulled her into his arms. "Anna, it's okay."

Anna sniffled. "No, it's not. Everyone knows what's going on except for me."

"I have no idea what's going on," Rapunzel offered. Jack shot her a look. Anna let out a small laugh and laid her head on Jack's chest.

"I'm sorry I haven't been the best friend lately, you guys," Anna said after a moment. "You deserve better. It was a shitty thing to do."

"Yeah," Rapunzel said, shrugging, "but we still love you." She stepped forward and joined the hug, wrapping her arms around Anna from behind.

"I just… I just want to understand what's going on with Elsa," Anna said. Jack tightened his arms around her and rested his head on top of hers.

"She'll tell you when she's ready," Jack said. "I know she will."

Anna said nothing, only burrowed further into her friends' embrace. For now, this would have to be enough.