Author's Note: By the way, Anna is 11 and Elsa is 13. I know they're 3 years apart in the movie (18,21) but I thought this would work better.

I sit in an uncomfortable wooden chair, tapping my foot anxiously. My parents sit next to me, filling out the adoption sheets.

After a whole lot of paperwork and impatience, the moment I've been waiting for finally arrives.

The orphanage director leads a girl who is a few years older than me downstairs. Her pale blonde hair is tied up into a bun and her icy blue eyes stare at us, wide-eyed.

"Elsa, these are the Andersens," the orphanage director smiles. "They're your new family!"

Elsa gives a shy smile.

"Elsa, we are so happy to have you as a part of our family!" Mama hugs Elsa. Elsa's eyes grow wider. She stiffly returns the hug.

When Mama lets go, I grin, "I'm Anna! I'm really, insanely excited! Well, not insane, I'm not insane; I'm mentally stable."

I feel my cheeks heat up. "I'm mentally stable" is my first impression?!

To my great relief, Elsa lets out a small laugh. "It's nice to meet you." She mumbles.

After Elsa says goodbye to the orphanage director and all of the other girls at the orphanage, and we get all of Elsa's things loaded into the trunk of our car, we start on our way home.

"I hope that you don't mind," Papa says. "But, you'll be sharing a room with Anna."

It takes Elsa a few moments to respond. I start to get nervous that she doesn't want to, but she eventually squeaks, "I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" Mama asks. "Because we have a guest room that we can easily make into your room."

Please say you're sure, I silently beg.

Elsa looks at me and then back at Mama. "I'm sure."

"Ta-da!" I open my arms wide as I show Elsa my-our-room, finishing off my personal tour of the house. "It's usually messier. At least my side of the room."

Elsa giggles and sets her suitcase down on her bed.

"Well?" I ask, wringing my hands. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" She echoes. "I love it. You have a really nice home, Anna."

"It's your home, too." I point out.

Elsa grins and sits on the bed. Her eyes move over to the bookshelf.

"They're your books now, too." I tell her. "You can get one to read, if you want."

"Thanks." She walks over to the shelf. "What's your favorite?"

"The collection of Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales." I answer, almost immediately. "Especially 'The Snow Queen'. Mama used to read them to me when I was little."

Elsa smiles and takes it off of the shelf. "I've never read that one."

I gasp. "Really?!"

"I mainly read Grimm fairy tales as a kid." Elsa says, looking at her shoes.

"Well, we've got to read it now!" I dive onto her bed happily. "It's my favorite!"

Elsa hands me the book. "Go ahead."

I laugh and start. "Once upon a time, there was a mirror…"

I wake up with a start. I hear a small noise, but I can't tell what it is. I hold my breath, trying to hear it. Is it…crying?

I grab a flashlight from my nightstand and point it toward Elsa's bed. Sure enough, she's curled up into a ball on her bed, softly crying.

"Elsa?" I whisper. "Are you okay?"

Elsa lets out a little scream.

"Elsa?" I tiptoe over to her bed. "It's just me!"

"Oh," Elsa sighs shakily. "Anna. I-I'm fine."

"Why were you crying?"

"…I had a bad dream."

She hesitated, but I don't point it out.

"Do you want me to keep the light on?" I offer.

Elsa looks embarrassed. "No, that's okay. Don't worry about me. You can go back to sleep. Sorry I woke you up."

"Don't worry about that," I respond. "I usually sleep in anyway."

I walk back over to my bed. "Good night, Elsa."

"Good night, Anna." She whispers back.