Things I know about Elsa:

- She doesn't talk much.

- She likes to read.

- She's never read any Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales. (Until last night.)

- She doesn't like to tell people why she's crying. (I do; they usually make me feel better.)

Author's Note: Oh. My. Gosh! I got about a jazillion follows and favorites! (Maybe I'm exageratting. Just a little bit. ) Thank you! And the reviews were awesome! Probably some of the nicest reviews ever!

By the way, I have no idea how this chapter got so long. It just did.

I do end up sleeping in. At 10:30 am, I wake up to the sun blinding me through the curtains.

"Mngh…" I groan tiredly. "Why do I have sleep by the window? Ugh…"

I continue making unpleasant groaning noises as I push myself up to a sitting position. I rub my eyes, but stop short when I hear a noise coming from downstairs. It sounds like music. The piano to be exact. Is Mama playing?

Curiously, I walk downstairs, following the sound of the song. There's singing now, too.

"…Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore!"

It's a pretty voice, but one I haven't heard before. It couldn't be Mama.

"Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door!"

I stop outside of the living room. I peek in the doorway to see Elsa, playing the piano and singing a song I've never heard before.

"I don't care what they're going to say! Let the storm rage on…"

She seems really into the music. Her fingers glide across the piano as she belts out the words to the song with all the emotion of a professional singer. I decide not to interrupt.

"The cold never bothered me anyway!"

She keeps playing the piano beautifully. I let out a small gasp at how good she is.

"Ah!" Elsa screams and falls off of the piano bench.

"Oh my gosh!" I cry, rushing over to her. "Are you okay?"

Elsa catches her breath and looks up at me. "H-How much did you see?" She asks, blushing furiously.

"Um, since 'Let it go?'" I answer.

Elsa's blush turns an even deeper red. "I-I'm sorry, I thought that you were sleeping." She mutters. "Mr. and Mrs. Andersen went out to get some flour for the pancakes, and I, um, thought that I was alone. Sorry you had to see that."

"Had to? Elsa, that was amazing!" I exclaim. "I'm sorry that I interrupted! Did you write that yourself?!"

Elsa looks down, her cheeks as red as beets. "It's just a thing I wrote while I was at the orphanage. Well, I made up the tune before that, but not the words. It's pretty stupid, I know."

"It's not stupid!" I respond. "Elsa, you're, like, a piano prodigy or something!"

"I'm no prodigy," She says, looking down. "I used to take lessons, that's all."

"They were good lessons!" I tell her.

"Thanks," Elsa mumbles. Then, she gets up from the piano bench. "I'll just go and,um, get dressed now."

With that, she scurries out of the room and up the stairs.

"Anna! Elsa!" Mama's voice calls as the front door opens. "We're home!"

I run up to the door. "Hi Mama! Hi Papa!"

"Hey Sunshine!" Papa grins. "Where's Elsa?"

"Getting dressed," I answer.

"Anna, how do you manage to turn your hair into such a bird's nest while you're sleeping?" Mama asks, shaking her head. "Why don't you comb your hair? Then, you and Elsa can come downstairs and we can tell you what we're going to do today."

I nod and go upstairs.

I knock on the door. "Elsa? Can I come in?"

"Sure." Elsa answers.

I walk in to see Elsa sitting on her bed, pulling her hair into a bun. She's wearing the same blue sweater she wore yesterday, and she's got on the same white jeans.

Before I can think, I ask, "Are those the only clothes you have?" Then, my hands fly over my mouth and I exclaim, "Oh my gosh! That came out so rude! I didn't mean it that way! I meant it like, you know, you can borrow some of my clothes. Though, we're probably not the same size. Not that you're big! I didn't mean it like that! You're not big at all, but I'm eleven, and you're thirteen, and you're taller than me and-"

Elsa stops me, looking startled. "Anna! It's fine!" She assures. "I know you didn't mean it rudely. I just don't have very many clothes. I just have the things people donated to the orphanage. I don't really need anything more."

I sigh in relief and sit down next to her. "Well, Mama and Papa are home."

Elsa nods and looks away.

We sit there for a moment. I want to ask her so many things, but they just won't come out. I just awkwardly comb my hair next to her, trying to think of a conversation starter.

Elsa starts opens the Hans Christian Andersen book. I lean over her shoulder to see that she's reading The Little Mermaid.

"That's a good one," I pipe up. "Of course, all of them are good ones."

Elsa smiles at me and continues reading.

I've about mustered up the courage to ask one of my many questions when Mama calls, "Breakfast's ready!"

Forgetting my question, I zoom downstairs, following the alluring smell of Mama's family-renowned chocolate chip pancakes.

By the time Elsa sits down, I'm already halfway through my first pancake. Her eyes light up at the sight of our breakfast. "It's been forever since I've had chocolate!" She grins.

Mama and Papa sit down. "So, girls, as a celebration of Elsa's adoption, we've decided to have a little family outing today." Papa explains.

"Den wheb ib Eba'b wecome parry goib boo be?" I ask, mouth stuffed with pancakes. (Translation: Then when is Elsa's welcome party going to be?)

"That's not until next weekend." Mama answers.

"You don't have to throw a party for me." Elsa says.

"Oh, honey, we want to!" Mama smiles.

Elsa gives a slight smile in return, looking down at her plate.

Swallowing my giant mouthful, I ask eagerly, "What are we going to do today?"

"Well, that's up to Elsa!" Papa responds. "What do you want to do?"

"Um…I don't really know," Elsa stammers. "You guys can choose."

"But since this is our first family outing with you, we wanted to let you choose." Mama says. "We can do whatever you want. It's up to you."

Elsa looks around. "Erm…do you have any suggestions?"

"Oh! Oh!" I gulp down more pancakes and stand up. "The city fair is in town! We can go there!"

Mama, Papa, and Elsa stare at me blankly.

Slowly, I sit down. "I mean, um, if that's what you want to do."

"That sounds good to me." Elsa responds.

"Are you sure? Because we can do anything." Mama says.

Elsa nods.

"Okay, then!" Papa claps his hand. "Well, I'll print out directions, Anna can get dressed, and we'll get going."

I look down to see that I'm still wearing my nightgown. Quickly, I finish the rest of my pancakes and run up to Elsa and my room. I grab a pink t-shirt and jeans. I pull my favorite green jacket on over it.

"Anna! Come on! We're ready!" Papa calls.

I jump downstairs and leap into the car next to Elsa.

"Now, I want you girls to stay together, always." Mama tells us. "You don't have to stay with Papa and I the whole time, since it's a small fair, but, call us every hour."

"Yes, ma'am!" I duitifully salute, which makes Elsa giggle.

We turn into the parking lot and I beam with excitement.

Once we get our tickets, I practically drag Elsa to the Ferris Wheel.

"You aren't afraid of heights, are you?" I ask.

Elsa shakes her head.

Eagerly, I run up the ramp and we climb into a red ferris wheel car. (I forget the technical names for those things.)

"So, have you ever been on a ferris wheel before?" I ask as it turns upward.

"Once." Elsa replies simply.

"When was it?"

"Um… I was about five," Elsa answers, looking away. "My parents took me to Disneyland."

I mentally slap myself. She looks miserable at the mention of her parents.

"I'm sorry," I tell her. "I didn't mean to bring that up."

"It's not your fault," Elsa says, still not looking at me.

We sit there in silence as the ferris wheel creaks to a stop. We're right at the top.

A microphone crackles and a muffled voice says, "Attention Fairgoers, we're experiencing some technical difficulties with the ferris wheel. It probably won't take long to fix. Repeat, we're experiencing some technical difficulties with the ferris wheel. Thank you for your patience."

"Um, maybe they mean some other ferris wheel." I fake-grin.

Elsa looks around. "There isn't another one."

"I know!" I groan. "Ugh, don't worry. I'll tell Mama and Papa what's going on."

I reach into my pockets to pull out my phone. But, there's nothing there.

"Great!" I sigh. "Well, Mama and Papa probably heard the announcement; they'll know that we're fine. Right?"

"Right." Elsa responds, her voice cracking.

I turn to her to see that her hands are visibly shaking.

"Elsa? Are you alright?" I question.

Elsa swallows and nods. "Of course I am."

"You don't look alright," I counter.

"Anna," She says sharply. "I'm fine."

"Okay," I continue to look at her unsurely. Her face is paler than usual and she looks sick.

Elsa notices that I'm staring at her, so she looks away again.

The wind picks up, and the ferris wheel car starts swinging back and forth, making a horrible scraping sound.

"Oh, gosh." Elsa croaks, putting her head in her hands.

"It's okay," I assure, reaching out to her.

"How do you know?!" She blurts out, making me jump. "You never know if anything is going to be okay! This 'completely safe' car could fly off of it's hinges right now!"

I gape at her as she starts crying. "Elsa…"

"I'm so sorry," She sputters through tears. "That was completely inappropriate."

I climb over to her seat and hug her.

"You're not supposed to get up until the ride is over," She sniffs.

"Well, I can't hug you from over there."I say.

"Thank you." Elsa mumbles, smiling.

We hug for a little while as Elsa calms down.

I eventually pull back. "I have an idea to get our minds off of this. We'll play two truths and a lie."

"What's that?" Elsa asks, rubbing her bloodshot eyes.

"It's a game where one person tells two true things about themself, and one lie." I explain. "I'll go first. Okay; 1. I love chocolate. 2. I can do a backflip. 3. I was the lead in my fifth grade play."

Elsa grins. "Hmmm…number 2?"

I nod. "I've been trying for years, but I always end up falling on my face. But, I'm not sure if you could count number 3 too successful, either. We did the Wizard of Oz, and I tripped over my feet when we 'were off to see the wizard.'"

Elsa laughs slightly. "I can't do a backflip, either, and I'd never have the courage to even audition for a school play.

"Alright, let me think of mine…" Elsa taps her chin. "I think I've got it. 1. I don't like math. 2. I can't snap. 3. I love homemade ice cream bars."

"Number 2?" I guess.

Elsa shakes her head. "Number 1."

"Wait, what? You like math?!" I exclaim.

Elsa blushes. "Mainly geometry."

"Wow…" I shake my head.

"I'm a freak, right?" She asks.

"No, you're smart." I answer.

Elsa sighs. "They said that the technical difficulties wouldn't take long."

"Don't panic," I say. "I'm sure that they'll-"

At that moment, the ferris wheel creaks to life and we continue moving.

"Haha! Yes!" I shout happily.

"We're moving!" Elsa laughs in relief.

"High five!" I cry, and we do so.

The man working the ferris wheel offers to let us off when we get to the bottom, and we gladly accept.

When we run off, Mama and Papa greet us. "Oh, girls! We were so worried! Are you okay?" Mama questions, hugging us.

"We're fine," I assure. "I got a bit scared, but Elsa comforted me the whole time."

I wink at Elsa and she smiles.

Up next: Elsa's first day of school!