The room in which Anna now found herself was small, and much to her growing displeasure, incredibly boring to say the least. The walls were painted a bright white and held no windows, but there were a few painting on the wall. Scenes of forests and rivers, images to sooth and calm the people who had to wait in the terribly boring room.

Anna kicked her legs rhythmically under her chair, one of the two that sat against the wall opposite the two others. She rubbed a hand over her freckled face, wincing when her palm rubbed over a scratch a few days ago.

The florescent light above the chair opposite the freckled girl flickered and dimmed as a thin layer of ice snaked its way across the bulb, drawing a groan of exasperation from Anna. The ice crawled down the wall and coated the chair, small icicle rising up from the seat.

Sitting up suddenly, Anna seized a magazine from the table next to her and whipped it across the room and into the chair, shattering the ice that was growing there and sending shards of it crashing to the floor. "Stop it Elsa" Anna snapped glaring at a spot on the wall just above the chair. "It's your fault that we're here Elsa" she grumbled while crossing her arms, making a point of not looking towards the chair.

More ice shot up on the chair and Anna huffed "my fault? How so?" a pause "It's not like you would have listened to me if I told you to stop." She grumbled "and just because I thought it was kind of funny doesn't mean that it was okay to do"

At the sound of the door opening Anna fell into silence and turned her gaze to see her Mother walking through the door. She adjusted her skirt and pulled her purse higher on her shoulder. "This man, he will be replacing Dr. Weslton, indefinitely. He says that he cannot continue being your therapist, not after you tried to kill him"

"He slipped on ice" Anna mumbled as she sank low into her chair.

"Your ice, Anna" she continued.

"Elsa's ice" The little redhead corrected.

With a huff of desent her mother pressed on "well after the incident, I did a little" she paused "digging. This is the only doctor I could find who was willing to help you." She smiled as sweetly as she could "He would like to meet you today" she tried when Anna didn't make any move to get up she kneeled down next to her "This doctor, Anna he can help you, but you have to let him, you have to meet him."

Anna nodded and got to her feet slowly. She was nervous, doctors always made her nervous. She looked at the door and gulped before walking to it and entering.

The office that greeted her was a stark contrast to the waiting room that she had just left. It was dimly lit and not a single wall was fully visible. They were covered in shelves and framed certificates. Her eyes fell on the desk that dominated half the office. A computer, a stack of papers, and a name plate that read 'Dr. Oaken'. She ran her hand along the desk till her fingers came to a small snow globe. Inside was a small dancing snowman, he looked like he was on a beach. Inside was a small sign "Winter in Miami" Anna read with a small smile. Why would a snowman be in Miami?

"Yoo hoo" came a cheery voice, startling Anna out of her thoughts and drawing her gaze up slowly to meet the eyes of an absolutely enormous man who had been sitting behind the desk. He wore a suit that seemed to big even for his large form. He ran a hand through his blond hair and smiled. "Didn't mean to startle you dear. You like my snow globe, yah?" he asked, his voice think with a heavy Scandinavian accent, as he nodded towards the object on the corner of his desk and when Anna nodded back he smiled more. "Me to. They make me think of home, and my family. They give me good feelings" he chuckled and sat up more.

"But of course dear, down to business little one. My name is Dr. Oaken. I am a specialist, a very special specialist" he motioned for the freckled little girl to sit in the seat across from her and only continued when she did "I specialize in studying strange events. The very events that surround you."

At the mention of this Anna tensed and tried to shrink into the chair. This was it, he was going to tell her what everyone had always told her. Her fault, her problem, her mistakes. Oaken saw this and placed one of his great hands on the desk and leaned down, trying to make himself seem smaller, to comfort the girl "Now Anna. There is no reason for being afraid. I want to help you" when she looked up he smiled again "There now, your Mother has told me about you, your powers" he paused "And Elsa" he leaned over more "What can you tell me about her, Elsa I mean?"

Anna tilted her head and sat up "Elsa? You actually want to hear about Elsa?" this was new to Anna. No one had ever wanted to talk with her about Elsa. She allowed herself a small smile "What about Elsa?" she asked, she could feel frost tingling over her body, and she could tell that Elsa was happy about this to.

"Well, let's start with where she came from, can you tell me that?" Oaken asked kindly.

Anna furrowed her brow and shrugged, looking just a little now that she was opening up "I don't know. She's always been there, as long as I can remember she has been there with me" she shrugged again "Just you know, there"

He nodded whilst making some notes "I see" he hummed "can you tell me what she is?" he asked, regretting the question almost as soon os it left his mouth when he saw Anna sink back in the chair "Its ok, you don't have to answer. Here" he rooted through his desk and pulled out a pad of paper and a box of crayons. "Could you" he paused and pushed the objects closer "Could you draw Elsa?"

Anna's eyes lit up and she smiled, frost crackling through her hair. She opened the box with a nod. Drawing was one of her favourite things to do, and she loved showing her art off. She scribbled rapidly onto the paper, smiling all the while. When she was done she turned the paper and pushed it back to Oaken.

On the page was a small stick girl with flaming red pigtails and a little dress. It wasn't very detailed, clearly a drawing done by a child, but next to it was something done in far more detail. A snowflake, a very detailed snowflake. Between the two images was a chain of sorts, connecting the two. Oaken picked up the paper and looked it over "This snowflake, this is Elsa, yah?" Anna nodded shyly as a reply. Oaken smiled more "She is very pretty, Anna" he said as he placed the drawing into a drawr, missing the little girls blush, and the light frost that briefly skimmed out around Anna. When he sat back up she was rubbing at her face.

The great man looked around "Is Elsa here with us, Anna?"

She nodded "Elsa is always with me"

Oaken nodded again "Could Elsa do something, to show me that she is here?" no sooner had the question left his mouth then ice raced over the monitor of his computer, freezing it in a solid block of ice that began to spill onto the desk, only stopping when Oaken pushed his chair back away from the ice. "Fascinating" he muttered, turning his gaze back to Anna. "Can you tell her what to do, control her?"

Anna scrunched up her little freckled face and shook her head "No, I can't tell her what to do, no one can." She shivered "Sometimes Elsa can't even control herself. Sometimes she gets scared and things go crazy and she cant control it" she shook her head "Sometimes she scares me. The things she can do, the things she says, or tries to get me to help with, and I can't do anything" she clenched her fist "But I don't want to be afraid of her. It makes her sad, but a lot of things make her sad. She's trapped, with me. She wants to be free, and I want her to be free to." She rests her hands on Oaken's desk "I want her to be happy."

Suddenly her hands are in Oaken's and her is turned then over slowly, his blue eyes narrowed "These cuts on your hands, and the ones on your face Dear, did Elsa do this to you?" he asked, his voice filled with worry for the girl who sat before him.

Anna pulled her hands back, clutching them close to her chest. She shook her head "No, no Elsa didn't. Elsa would never, not to me." She looked up at the doctor, her teal eyes shimmering "Elsa may be scary sometimes, and she may do scary things, but she would never ever hurt me. Not ever" she stated, her little face seemed oddly prideful.

Dr. Oaken nodded to himself, folding his hands once more "Then, may I ask what did do this?"

There was a long pause as Anna thought her answer over. The frost that had been growing over her chair thickened into a thick sheet of ice. Her eyes fell to the desk as she answered in a small voice "The Monsters" she shudders at the thought.

Disturbed by this, Oaken rises from his seat. Whatever these 'monsters' were, they caused great fear in the girl, fear the pained the doctor to see. Without a word he reached across the desk and placed his hand on her head, ruffling her fiery hair "Anna, I'm going to help you with this. I promise I will help you" he smiled "So, do you trust me, little one?"

Anna nodded slowly "Yes Dr. Oaken."

"Please, Anna. Just Oaken"

Anna smiled "Okay. I trust you, Oaken."