Elsa's feet carry her deep into the dark forest, but she can hear the muffled cries of the village behind her coming up quickly. She feels warm, and she catches the start of a yellow-ish fire on one tree. Alright? I better stay on high alert. Elsa blasts the tree with ice and it fizzles out. She dusts off her hands and watches the tree with hands at the ready.

….

BOOM! She jerks back and the villagers who got close enough throw themselves on the ground and aim their bows at the tree which just got lit up in light purple and red flames with more intensity. One by one a whole group of trees light up, and Elsa heads right toward them, using her ice to take down each and every flame that gets in her way. The fire is leading her somewhere, and it tries to steer right toward the village, but she jumps over a streak of fire and fallen trees and puts up a huge ice shield, making the ice fall back and start going the other way.

"Hey!" she hears from behind her. She doesn't look back though. "Be careful!" she hears. It sounds like a frantic Ryder.

"That way leads to the sea!" she hears Honeymaren shout. "Don't drown!" she hears… it echoes inside her mind while she blasts away fire that seems to be weakening. She's breathing hard, the air in her lungs swelling with thick smoke that chokes her up. The Sea. The sea is what drowned my… my parents. Is that where I'm heading? Will I drown too? Is this even worth it? I don't know what I'm looking for!

Woooo-oh, oooooh-ohhh! Elsa skids to a stop and suddenly the fire goes out. She sees a brightly colored thing bouncing between the trees and she follows it out of the forest. She's standing at the edge of a cliff. It's so dark now, the water looks almost purely black. Something hot lands on her back and she nearly trips over the edge.

"Shit!" Elsa waves her arms in circles and catches herself, stepping far away from the edge. The hot thing lands on her arm and she swats at it. It then jumps into her hands and she bounces it between her hands, hoo-ing and ha-ing, using her ice to cool it down. "What the-" A little purple lizard stares up at her with big eyes. It's big tongue licks at its nose and it cozzies into her palms. "Um. Ok?" Elsa laughs and stares down at it.

Woooo-oh, oooooh-ohhh!

Both Elsa and the lizard look up. It's coming from the sea. Where in the sea?

"So you hear it too?" she asks the lizard, lifting it up to eye level. It nods and licks it's foot. "You wouldn't happen to know the wind, do you?" It stares up at her. "Alright," she sighs. She cautiously sits down on the edge of the cliff, taking her boots off and letting the Spring air brush her skin. The lizard jumps into one of her boots and makes content little noises.

Elsa looks at the water, worry all over her face. I'm going to have so many wrinkles one of these days, she thinks jokingly. ...Jokes. I miss those. She swings her legs back and forth. I miss Anna, she thinks with eyes that are weak and strained. It's only been a day. Am I really this reliant on her? Of course I am, she rolls her eyes at herself. And I'd be kidding myself if I tried to say Anna isn't feeling this same way. Elsa puts a hand over her heart and smiles sadly. A gust of wind glides across her face and Elsa shuts her eyes.

"Wind. Can you tell Anna something for me?"

Fwwwwshhhhh! Shhhhhhwwwww!

"Say, 'I love you, sweetheart.'" The wind goes away, and Elsa peeks into her boot to see that the lizard is fast asleep and drooling on her soles. She looks back into the water and hugs herself with a weary look on her face.

Back in Arendelle

Rustle, rustle. Sighhh.

Anna stares up at her ceiling after checking her clock for the fifty-third time that night. Seriously? It's only twelve? I'm going to DIE. I know I am. She looks down at the foot of her bed where Olaf is sleeping on her legs like an oversized cat. He couldn't sleep without Elsa in the castle he said, but after a few pets and a game of tag, he was out like a light. Anna lifted him carefully and set him down against the hard pillow Elsa usually lied on (Anna personally needed the softest fluffiest thing she could find). She rubbed his head and he hummed happily in his sleep. Anna smirked and quietly got out of bed, tugging on their mother's purple oversized scarf Elsa always wore when she was worried.

The more she thought on her parents in the time since she and Elsa reconnected, her feelings had become… mixed. Memories she forgot about started coming back to her when she least expected.

One specifically always bothered her. It was the night Elsa had struck her with her ice as children. Elsa always seemed to remember it as HER being the one to ask for the isolation to protect Anna in the only way a child would understand. But when she thought about it now… Pappa had yelled at Elsa and insisted she stayed away from me. I even remember Mamma sometimes getting forceful with Elsa when my sister would be outside my door when she thought I was asleep. Mamma always dragged her away, one time, kicking and screaming. Ugh, Anna shook her head. They were hard memories but the good ones were too sweet to forget.

She held the scarf tightly as it draped over her shoulders and she snuck out of her bedroom, walking toward Elsa's. As she stood in front of the door and looked up at the blue patterns she knows like the back of her hand, but she hesitates.

"She's not in there," Anna whispers to herself. She grabs the knob and turns it, pushing it open. She breathes in, heart feeling fuzzy with the familiar scent of Elsa. "God I miss you." She shuts the door and leans back against it. The moon is shining in through the blue glass creating a snowflake pattern from the stain glass onto the snowy white quilt. Anna drags her feet and drops onto the bed, hugging the pillows with her eyes shut.

The day was quite exhausting; lots of work had to get done for the Queen. Anna almost can't believe the amount of work she had to do, and some of the other people in the castle told her this was the typical amount of work Elsa did. DAILY. Anna just now had the faintest understanding of the stress Elsa was under. It's draining. She's felt more sympathetic than ever for her sister. She's been playing Queen for nine days and she can hardly keep up. This is probably why they trained Elsa, you know, the organized and obedient one, to be Queen instead of Anna. She turns onto her back and stares up at Elsa's bright white ceiling and notices the cracks and peeling paint. Then she looks closer, sitting up and squinting. Ice stains. She drops back onto the bed and rolls onto her side. Elsa must've gone insane in this room. I don't know what she'd do in here. Well besides orgasm seven-hundred times, she thought with a laugh that shook her shoulders. Anna looks past her feet where her toes are hanging over the side of the bed. Elsa has a huge bookcase rivaling the amount of books the library has downstairs. Anna pushes herself off the bed and moseys over.

She drags her hand over the spine of each book. They're all about royalty and royal history… and some about ice sculpting. Neat. She looks at the very bottom where a book has it's pages showing instead of the spine. Anna curiously picks at it, flipping to the inside.

"Hah!" Anna smirks from ear to ear. "Look at you Els, studying up on sex." She laughs into the quiet moody room as she flips through the book. Stuff like this isn't acceptable for women or whatever. Get outta here pretentious jerk-offs. Why can't I be good at sex? I'm gonna do it one day, why not learn how? She opens to a page with a well drawn man taking an overly busty woman from behind and she raises a brow. "Damn… we should try that," she says with a dirty grin. If this is why Elsa's so good... maybe I should rip a page or two out of here. She puts the book back after a few minutes but it gets stuck on something that sounds like it tears. She bends down and pulls out a yellowing piece of paper that smells especially like Elsa. She walks toward the window to get better light. Looks like something my sister wrote.

It reads, "I feel silly writing these things down. I probably shouldn't, but I suppose I need to tell someone. Well it's not someone. More like SOMETHING. Anyway," there's a gap between the next word, "I'm eighteen, Mother and Father are dead. I cry even just writing that still." Anna looks up from the page and rubs at her eyes before reading again. "I don't think the pain will ever really stop when it comes to that. I feel responsible—" Anna huffs.

"I'm sure you did," Anna quietly says against the glass window her shoulder is pressed on.

"—I feel even worse about what I'm doing to Anna." There's a gap between the words again. "I don't know what I'm doing and if it's even right anymore. I want to keep my distance to protect her. But what the hell is the point? I shouldn't swear. It's not very Queen like. QUEEN. I don't even know what that entails. Well I do. I know everything about it. I just… don't know how to feel about becoming such a thing. I can't be a Queen when I have such a feeling for my sister. If anyone knew I'm sure I'd be tried for treason or something dreadful. It wouldn't end well. Besides, it's not like she'd ever love me back, especially not after last week. She was slamming on my door harder than ever." Anna looks up again, knowing exactly what's coming next.

"She begged me to talk to her. We just came back from the funeral. And I didn't comfort her. ...Why didn't I?" There's a gap between the words and there's some sort of stain on the ink. Maybe she was crying when she wrote that part. Anna's heart hurts and her throat feels like a rock has settled into it. "I feel like I've made her up in my mind now. I've latched onto what I remember or what she says from outside my door. Gosh, her voice is so sweet and lovely…. I've thought about it far too much for it to be even half-way appropriate."

"The time apart almost made me forget how strong I loved her. When I saw her at the funeral however, I was wrecked. Not just from seeing our parents get put to rest which is… awful, but I got to see Anna. She looked absolutely stunning. I almost forgot just how many freckles she had. Ugh God, she's such a gorgeous girl, I felt like I was drowning in my own arousal the more I let myself look at her."

"I thought you were pretty smokin' yourself," Anna says with a weak smile.

"But then I immediately felt that guilt again. It always comes back to that guilt. She has that streak of white in her hair. That's my fault too. I can't count the amount of times I've yelled at myself about it. I know it's wrong to feel how I do about her. I KNOW it is. I don't know what's wrong with me. One time I asked Kai if he had ever heard of siblings loving each other and he actually gagged." Anna frowns and her eyes water. That's so freakin' sad. Elsa loves Kai to this day. She looks at the door and wonders if Kai would still feel that way. He's probably long asleep by now. Anna swallows and continues reading.

"It hurt. It hurt so much when we left the funeral. I waited for Anna to be busy for the shortest of seconds and I ran off to my room. I can't get the sound of her crying out of my head and it's been days. Why couldn't I say something? I'm never gonna let myself forget about it."

"But this is a letter to future me. If I somehow have it in me to finally give myself to someone, promise me you'll never forget about how much you love Anna. I don't want to let go of her. Ever. So please don't forget her." Anna's eyes watered and she hugs the note to her chest. She's finding it hard to breathe so she opens the window a crack, sniffing hard. She closes her eyes and a sudden gust of wind blows by, making her bangs combine with the rest of her hair. She hears the wind howl, and then it says,

"I love you, sweetheart." Anna's eyes get wide and she gets even more teary. She grips the ledge of the window and cries,

"Els?! Are you ok?!" She waits for the response with a stiff neck. It doesn't come for another few minutes. But when it does it seems louder than before.

"I am. I may be getting closer to my goal. I miss you with every blink." Anna smiles and she opens the window further, clutching Elsa's old note in her hand.

"You didn't forget about me by the way," Anna says, slightly breathless. "I read your note. I'm sorry for intruding, but I'm happy you never forgot about me. About us. I forgive you. For every single thing." Anna sits under the windowsill and rereads the note. It's so rare to hear what Elsa's feeling, especially from then when all she got were little hums after she slipped an Olaf card under her sister's door each Christmas. But even when Anna was so detrimentally hurt by the way Elsa was, she's forgiven her so quickly. And the time they've spent together as girlfriends in the last three months has been exactly what Anna always wanted without knowing the full extent. She touches her engagement ring and kisses it.

"That's embarrassing," the wind says. Anna smiles at her feet. "But I really don't think I ever could forget about someone as amazing as you. I love you more each day, even still. You should be asleep, Princess. See you soon."

"Bye," Anna says with a warm smile. She shuts the window and puts the note back where it was, placing the book on top of it again. She walks backward out the room, taking it all in before leaving and pressing a kiss to the door. Maybe that was silly, but she did it nonetheless. She walks over to her room again, feeling slightly happier than she had anytime today, and she snuggled up to Olaf under the covers, finally able to sleep. Maybe that's only because she knew she'd dream of her sister.

Back in the North

Elsa smiled up at the sky, laying on her back with her legs still dangling over the side of the cliff. The fire lizard crawled onto her stomach ten minutes ago. She looks at the stars that shine brightly in her eyes and she falls asleep thinking about her sister.