AN: Just a note for the time period's sake. This starts one year after the "accident" between Elsa and Anna at the castle. Making Elsa age 9 and Anna age 6. Just so you know.

That ceiling is different.

That was the very first thought to cross my mind. It made sense after all. Because my eyes didn't open to see a plain beige ceiling from my shitty one-bedroom apartment. No, instead what was above me was a grand white ceiling, filled with color, jewels, and painted exquisitely, as if done by some of the finest artists of our time. It honestly looked amazing, but it definitely wasn't my ceiling.

This bed is different.

The next thought, of course. My bed was small, flat, cheap, and way way more uncomfortable than whatever this was. Shit, it was only twin-sized. But this… this must've been king-sized, and I mean at the very least. And it had exceptional comfort too. I feel like I could literally sink into the mattress, maybe even swim in it. But mine wasn't even close to being able to do that, so that confirms this was definitely not my bed.

Those windows are different.

The final thought. For some reason, my windows were a whole lot larger than they should be. And uncovered for some ungodly reason. I don't usually like the morning light streaming into my room. I'm a man of the dark, but for some reason, the light was in here, shining on my face.

And as I felt the warmth of that light. It became the last straw. The last sign.

It told me, what I was hoping couldn't possibly be true.

This isn't my room.

Ok, so let's check the ole itinerary. First things first, what was I drinking last night, was it a good drink, and how strong was it that I would find myself in this predicament?

My mind began racing as I reached for those memories from yesterday expecting a struggle, or a hard-fought battle, or at the least dense fog, just trying to keep them away from me. But actually, they came to me rather easily, too easily.

I remembered I was in my bed, as usual, went to sleep, as usual, and then woke up, as usual. Only to see a ceiling.

That ceiling.

Which definitely wasn't mine.

"Welp, uhhh… this is bad," I said.

A number of thoughts came to me as I contemplated my situation.

Was I just… kidnapped? But who would want to kidnap me, and then, place me in this comfortable bed? It's quite literally probably worth more than my apartment.

Hell, it might even be worth more than me!

Confusion spread across my features as I tried to come up with some reason, any reason of why I was even here. But no reason came to me, or at least a reason that made sense. So eventually, after slamming my head into that brick wall for a little while, I just gave up.

If whoever took me was gonna give me these kinds of accommodations, then I'll just enjoy my stay. Maybe they'll start bringing in that room service, I'm fucking starving.

I relaxed in that extremely comfortable bed for a bit before deciding that enough time had passed. So I sat up, let out a yawn, and stretched out my arms, getting ready to take on a new day. And as I stepped out onto that soft comfortable floor (where the hell can I get this stuff from), things got worse. So so much worse.

Because as I stared out in front of me, I noticed something.

Something strange.

Something… peculiar.

Listen, I know I'm not exactly the tallest person in the world, only getting up to about 5'11, but still, that was a respectable height. Yet now I was shorter, way shorter, like way way shorter.

A small sense of fear traveled to my heart at the realization.

I quickly looked around noticing the room, with fancy white and blue colors spread across the walls, two extremely lavish chairs around a short glass table, a variety of windows one of which led out into a balcony, and most of all, an exquisite and fancy white mirror standing peacefully in the corner of the room.

I ran to that mirror faster than I ever had, ready to figure out what changed. But when I saw my appearance, shock coursed through me, head to toe.

I saw myself in a pair of pajamas (super fancy by the way). But I didn't see twenty-five-year-old me in them, nor twenty-year-old me, hell, I didn't even see sixteen-year-old me in those fucking pajamas.

No, I saw eleven… year… old… me!

ELEVEN!

What the hell! What kind of mad science, is going on around here!?

This was bad. Like really really bad. What would I say to my parents? What would I say to my friends? What would I- what would I say to my professor?! I-I can't give an oral thesis like this, I can't even enter the classroom, much less step on campus.

As that thought hit me, an image of an eleven-year-old me giving an oral thesis to a graduate professor came along with it, and it honestly was pretty adorable. And pretty funny.

But not for me.

"I don't even-," I paused still feeling the shock. "I-what-What the hell! What the hell is this! How is this even possible!?" Fear and panic began to flare in me as I began looking around the room even more. There was a bookshelf on one wall, and on another, a small sword stood on a stand in the corner, but most importantly, was that window once again.

As I inched closer to it, confusion, fear, and panic still dominating my head, I began to feel the cold emanating from it. Because outside, there wasn't rain, there wasn't fog, there wasn't even wind. Instead… there was snow. A thick layer of it, lying peacefully on the ground. Like a blanket.

Now, I don't have the greatest memory, but last I remember, it was spring.

Late spring in fact.

Almost summer even.

At the sight, I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

Then another.

And then another.

"I-I can handle this. I-I'm sure this all makes s-sense. There's absolutely nothing to worry abo-" I burst toward the door as panic finally overtook me. Forget how great that ceiling looked, how comfortable that bed was, how large those windows were. None of that mattered if they were going to de-age me down to freaking child.

I didn't want any part of that. Nope, nada, non, I was getting out of here. And then-then I would call the police… or something. I'm sure de-aging someone against their will was illegal in a variety of states!

Focus! L-Let's just get out of here!

As I reached the doorknob and twisted, I came face-to-face with a woman.

She was an older woman, with graying hair, and dressed in a thick green outfit, with a pair of white gloves, holding a tray. A tray with a cup of water and a small amount of food, that looked more expensive than anything I'd ever bought.

And as she saw my eyes, hers widened in shock.

"Y-Your Highness!?" A gasp escaped her as the tray fell from her hand with a loud clang. "Y-You're-you're-you're-"

More confusion etched itself onto my face as I gave a simple response. "Ummm… H-Hi?"

A silence descended over us as I spoke. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, almost as if we were sizing each other up. Preparing for battle.

That silence was quickly broken however when-

"Y-Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Come quick! Come quick!" She raced down the hall leaving me standing in the doorway, completely unsure as to what was happening.

And then, just as quickly as she left, she returned with two others racing behind her.

A man and a woman.

But I would prefer to call them an impossibility.

Mostly, because I recognized them. And they didn't exist. They were fictional... Fake. Not real.

And yet.

They were bulldozing toward me at full speed, joy, and happiness apparent on their faces.

And as they came closer and closer and their beings became more and more real. There was really only one thing I could do.

My mind began to reel, trying to comprehend what was in front of me, trying to understand the illogicality, but in the end, it came to one inescapable conclusion.

This doesn't make sense. Any sense.

So it decided to call it quits.

Because even insanity was too much for me.

And so… On my first day in my new home, I suddenly fell to the ground and entered the deep darkness of sweet, safe, sleep.

It wasn't long enough, to be honest.

Prince Elias Agnarrson I of Arendelle.

That is my name.

Or at least, the name they've been calling me.

I was currently back in that bed, sitting up quietly, as a doctor examined me. I'd tell the man, to keep his hands to himself, but I was instead focused on something else. Quickly glancing at the two impossibilities waiting by my bedside.

I hated that I recognized them. I hated that I knew what they were from.

They just had to be from that movie, her favorite movie.

Fucking Christ!

King Agnarr and Queen Iduna.

Yes, I knew their names, because she always gushed over the movie. Not just the movie, but the novels, the video games, the memorabilia, the parks, the attractions, hell even the live-action show, and especially, especially the fanfiction.

To me, they were just a reminder. A big obvious painful reminder.

Of… Her.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing, but it's gone. All of it's gone. He's fine. More than fine actually… He's c-completely healthy." The doctor stammered out as he finally finished his examination.

"The sickness, it-it's completely gone? All of it?" The King stared toward the doctor, a hopeful look in his leaky eyes.

"Yes, not a bit of it in sight. It-it-its a m-"

"A miracle!" The Queen cried out stray tears dripping down her face.

The King stood up now a river of emotions on the verge of releasing. "B-But what about the fainting? H-He passed out so quic-"

"He probably just tired himself out, he's been in that bed for so long."

The King nodded, and then asked, "Wha-what do you recommend doctor?"

"He just needs to get used to moving again. Along with plenty of food and drink. But from what I'm seeing, h-he'll be ready in no time." The doctor paused and continued to stare at me with astonishment in his eyes. "In all my years, I-I've never seen a recovery like this. T-This is quite amazing."

The Queen rubbed the tears off her face as she looked toward me. "E-Elias, sweetie, h-how are you feeling?"

Panic flamed through me as I searched for a response. I'm not sure telling her, that her child is now a twenty-five-year-old grown man, is a good thing. "I-I'm fine Idu- er… M-Mother."

The King looked toward the doctor one last time. "D-Doctor, I-I can't thank you enough for this. You've made our family whole again."

"Y-Your Majesty, you m-musn't thank me. This was all that boy of yours, " The doctor lay a steady hand on my shoulder. "His Highness is very resilient. H-He won the day in the end."

"But s-still I must-"

"There is no need Your Majesty. If you must thank me, then maybe just a day off would suffice." The doctor chuckled as he finally stood. "Now, I think I should be off. I believe His and Her Majesties and His Highness are long overdue for a reunion."

The doctor gave a small nod before exiting the room leaving me alone with the King and Queen of Arendelle. I gulped at that very thought.

Tears began to leak from the King's eyes as he turned toward me, a large smile spreading on his face. "M-My s-son-"

Before he could continue Iduna leaped from her seat and grabbed me in a bear hug as she began to cry. "E-ELIAS, YOU-YOU'RE OKAY! IT'S BEEN SO LONG, I-I'VE BEEN SO WORRIED. I-I THOUGHT I WOULD LO-MY BABY BOY IS OKAY!"

How do I respond to that!? HOW DO I RESPOND TO THAT!?

Before even more panic could set in, Agnarr joined in, cuddling his cheek into mine, as he squeezed me tightly, tears raining down. "Elias, m-my son, y-you don't know how much I- we've missed you. Your mother and I, w-we knew you would return to us!"

THIS IS BAD! REALLY FUCKING BAD!

"ELIAS, I PROMISE, FROM NOW ON, MAMA WILL NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE AGAIN!"

"Elias, we promise you we'll never let anything happen to you again. On my honor, not just as King of this realm, but as your father!" He squeezed me even tighter. I swear he was trying to take the life out of me. "Your recovery is cause for celebration! We'll prepare immediately!"

"YES ELIAS, WE'LL GIVE YOU AS MANY GIFTS AS YOU WANT!"

"Yes! As Many!"

They both began to hug (strangle) me even tighter as they cried and they cried and they cried. I was a wet mess, by the time they were finally done, but of course, things seem to never end around here.

"Why are you guys so loud? It's so early in the morning!" A voice called out. A voice that I immediately recognized.

Before I could even react, out from the doorway stepped a young Anna, with strawberry blonde hair and that signature white streak, sitting messily on her head, and coming in tow with her.

As she saw me, she let out a gasp.

"E-E-Elias! Y-You're awake!" She rushed toward me, pushing past her parents, and snuggled up into my chest, gripping me tightly.

I swear my lungs were going to give out at this rate.

"You're finally awake! You're finally awake! I-I thought you'd be asleep forever. But you finally woke up!" She began to cry too, rubbing those tears and that snot all into my shirt.

I-I'm not Elias, Goddamnit!

But my internal pleas were to no avail as they all cuddled on to me, trying to send Elias back to that sleep. My breath struggled to escape me as I felt myself near my death. Fighting hard but struggling, I finally rasped out, "C-Can't… b-breathe… g-g-guys…"

Upon hearing my almost silent words the King and Queen quickly moved back a little ashamed of themselves, though Anna refused to let go, and in fact cuddled even harder. "E-Elias, w-we have to go and play! You've missed so much, a-and maybe you can get Elsa to come play with us! S-She's missed you too!"

A twinge of fear erupted through me as I heard that name.

I quickly forced it down as I turned to the monarchs who were apparently my parents, and tried to gain control of the situation. "M-Mother, F-Father, I know you have, uh, missed me, but I-I'm feeling just a little lighthea-"

"DO YOU NEED ANYTHING?! WE'LL GET YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT!"

My ears were going to explode if I heard her yell again.

"Yes, son, if you need anything, just say the word." The King nodded in agreement with his wife.

I hesitantly smiled as they both looked at me eagerly, as I tried this once again. "T-That's really good to hear, but I'm feeling a little lighthea-"

"DO YOU NEED FOOD, WE'LL HAVE THE COOKS MAKE THE FINEST CUISINES! ESPECIALLY YOUR FAVORITE-"

"Are you thirsty, son? We'll have the staff create some of the most exquisite juices for you, it'll be the best thing-"

"Come on Elias, let's go and play. The sun is shining, there's snow outside, we can go build a snowman-"

I could feel a headache coming on as they asked question after question, and made demand after demand, all in the name of trying to make me okay. Well, guess what, I'm not okay. I'm definitely not okay.

So I fucking lost it.

"MOTHER! FATHER! ANNA!"

Everyone immediately shut their mouths as my patience had finally grown as thin as a blade. They stared at me, shocked by my yell, and I took the advantage to finally take control of the situation. "Thank You." I cleared my throat. "Now, I know you all have missed me for some reason or another, but I-I am feeling just a little light-headed, and I would like to rest some more."

Silence reigned supreme as I waited for their response. And surprisingly the Queen was the first one to react, though a sad smile was on her face. "Y-Yes, Elias, sweetie, if-if that is what you wish. We'll let you r-rest a bit more. Just a bit."

"Agreed. We'll postpone the celebration to a later date. Just rest as much as you need Elias. We'll be ready for you whenever you're ready." The King assented though looking somewhat disappointed.

"Wait, B-But Elias-"

The Queen interrupted, "Come on Anna, let Elias rest a bit more. H-He's gone through a lot."

Everyone began to scuttle out of the room leaving me to finally relax, my panic finally beginning to subside. Before they all left, however, Anna turned to me one more time, an adorable expression on her face, "E-Elias, a-are you sure you don't want to play right now? We can go slow if you need to."

I felt my heart break at seeing the pleading expression on the little girl's face. I was almost tempted to agree wholeheartedly. But I really really needed to process what the hell was going on. So I resisted with all my being. "I-I'm sorry Anna, m-maybe another time."

"T-Tomorrow?" She immediately asked, a bit of sad hesitation in her voice.

I tried to resist, I really tried, but those expressive eyes were too much. She was cheating.

"Y-Yeah, tomorrow."

"YES!" She cheered excitedly and began to skip out of the room, following her parents. The King and Queen looked toward me one more time, a bit of hesitation in their eyes as they really tried to make sure if I was okay.

But eventually they finally, finally closed that door.

Leaving me be.

Silence fell over the room once again, as I waited for the sound of their footsteps to fade away down the hall. Once I was absolutely sure, they were gone, I let loose.

"WhatthehellWhatthefuckinghellWhattheGoddamanfuckinghell!" A scream escaped me as confusion, panic, fear, hesitancy, and a rollercoaster of other emotions flooded my brain, as I remembered every detail of the sure impossibilities that had been in front of me.

What is this!? What is this!? How is this even fucking possible!? Why am I here? How am I here? Who the hell is Elias? Why is Anna here!? And when did Agnarr and Iduna have a son!? Why am I their son!?

More questions rang through my mind, and with each question, an answer did not come. I was clueless, I was unsure, I didn't know anything, and I didn't trust anything. For all I know, this is some elaborate prank by my friends. Not sure how they get real to live actors, but whatever, I'm sure they'd find someone.

Yet I knew that was real. Those emotions were real. That hug felt real. This family had a son, and he must've died or he's somewhere else because now I'm inhabiting his goddamn body.

This is messed up. I feel somewhat evil even trying to pretend to be something I'm not. And yet I had to. The alternative was- an insane asylum? Did they even have those during this time?

Whatever, I'm pretty sure I'd start receiving the "best help" to overcome what they would see as a problem if I began admitting to not being their son. Or they'd start demanding I return their son to them, in which case, I have absolutely no idea how to do that.

This wasn't just bad. This wasn't just worse. This was terrible. Completely, and utterly terrible. Yet I was pretty sure I had to keep rolling with the punches if I wanted to find the solution to this.

But what if there is none?

That sole thought plagued my brain now a new eternal fear I would have. But all of a sudden, I had to immediately force myself to calm down, as the door slightly opened, becoming a little ajar.

I saw a blue eye peak in through the slight slit of the doorway, and then a bit of light blonde hair. Whoever it was, quickly hid, before peeking once more. This time, they saw me looking directly at them. A bit of panic flashed through their eyes and then they seemed to stumble on their own feet. Luckily, they were able to regain their balance before they finally opened the door.

A girl with snow-blond hair and bright blue eyes entered the room. I froze as I saw her. Surprised. Shocked. Mesmerized.

Another strike of fear traveled within me at the sight.

The girl quickly came closer, small tears trailing down her face, as she looked at me. An extremely happy smile spread across her face as slowly reached out to hug me, her gloved hand coming within inches of my body, but just as she came close, just as she almost made contact, she stopped herself. And then slowly let down her arms.

The smile left her as she hesitated before finally saying, "I-I heard crying an-an-and Y-you're awake, E-Elias."

I just continued to stare at her, astonished at how life-like she was. How similar she still was.

Even now as she looked at me, a hesitant look on her face, she looked exactly like Her. A small tear of my own, fell down my face, her appearance, so uncanny, so unbelievable, that it hurt. It hurt my heart.

It hurt my soul.

"E-Elias, I-I-wanted to apologize for-, I-I wanted to say I'm-," She paused trying to think of the right thing to say. "Elias, I-I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I d-didn't mean it. I-I never meant to-"

Finally finishing forcing down that pain, that anguish, I interrupted, "W-Why are you apologizing?"

A surprised expression crossed her face before she looked closely at me as if watching for something, waiting for something… specific. I continued to look confusingly at her, my pain hidden deep within my eyes.

"Y-You don't remem-" She stopped herself, "I-I mean… never mind. I-It's not i-important."

A silence fell between us as she looked hesitantly at me, fearfully at me, shamefully at me. A part of me wanted to comfort her, to help her, to hold her. A part of me that saw Her in her, but this was someone else.

Not Her.

This… was Elsa.

"I-Elias, I-I'm j-just glad to h-have you back." She said, now not even looking at my face anymore. Simply staring toward the floor, a tear falling down to it.

I hesitated, not sure of what to say before mustering up the courage, "Ummm… well it-it's good to be back?"

That was a really stupid response.

"Y-Yeah, Yes. I-It is indeed g-good for y-you to be back." Elsa was now a stuttering mess as she continued to look away from me, the meekness of her words permeating around her.

"A-Agreed."

"Y-Yeah, a-agreed."

Awkward silence lived between us, as we waited for this nonsense to end. I was still too caught up in the fact that she looked exactly like Her. But I finally focused my self and my mind and forced out a response.

"Er, was there anything else… Elsa?"

"Oh n-no, t-that was it."

"O-ok, g-good then."

We continued to live in silence as Elsa stood there as if contemplating something, before finally turning away toward the door. Just as she stepped into the doorway, she turned to look at me one last time.

As she saw me, something clicked in her eyes, and she finally made a decision.

As quick as she could, she ran back and gave me the tightest hug she could get away with. A whisper escaped her in the process, "P-Please don't leave me again, b-brother. Please don't leave."

As she said that, she let go of me and ran out of my room and down the hallway, her footsteps echoing behind her. I sat there in shock.

This was too much. Way way too much. She looked exactly like Her. She sounded exactly like Her. She felt exactly like Her.

Exactly!

May-maybe if I just go to sleep. I'll be back. I can just forget about this, and let it all go. Then I can go give my oral thesis, come home, and relax all day. Maybe even go watch a movie or something.

Didn't happen last time.

I frowned as my mind pointed that out to me.

Shut up me!

I continued to sit there staring at the door endlessly. Just so aware of how real this was. How real it felt. Then I let out a sigh, decided to lay down in the bed, and tried to go to sleep. As I did so, my last thoughts came to me.

Just close your eyes and go to sleep.

I'm sure everything will be fine.

I'll be back in my room.

I'll make myself some coffee.

Then I'll head to class.

I'll come back, and just relax all day.

It'll all be normal, fine, and completely sane.

It would all make sense.

Complete and utter sense.

And as I closed my eyes and entered into a deep deep slumber.

They woke once again a few hours later.

I didn't see my shitty apartment ceiling, I didn't feel my extremely uncomfortable bed, and I didn't enjoy my unusually dark room.

No, instead, I saw the opposite. The exact opposite.

And I did the one thing that did make sense.

The only thing that makes sense.

When I saw that insanity once again…

I screamed.

Because none of this… any of this, made any fucking goddamn sense.

WHY… THE... FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING!

AN: This is mostly just a concept chapter idea I came up with when I rewatched Frozen. I didn't really find any other story dealing with this idea, i.e. Elsa and Anna with an older brother, though I'm sure there are some out there. Not sure if I'll continue it, more focused on my other story, but well I decided it couldn't hurt to post.

Leave a review if you want, I'm really just trying to improve myself as a writer, so I'd really like to know where I went right, where I went wrong, or if you just liked or hated the opening chapter. Essentially, I want praise or criticism!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and have a nice rest of your day I guess.