Daughters of the Snow

Anna ran away after hers and Elsa's accident and was taken in by a jolly snowman. What happens when Anna still five-years-old and living with Olaf, meets her now 21-year-old sister, now the queen of Arendelle and living in an ice palace? Kristanna & Jelsa. Anolaf friendship. Jelsans? You've come to the right place.

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To the Tune of "Fixer Upper"

So I'm a bit of a crazy fangirl

That's a minor detail

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AN: Hello, guys! This chapter's probably a sad little hurt/comfort thing where Anna thinks about her family. This is also really important because...it states the real reason Anna ran away, not because Elsa froze her sister.

Special thanks to the first reviewer:

Abigail Grace Mandogirl

And also to:

Llamas and Potatoes (2nd review)

Escaping the Shadow (3rd review)

LVCruger3 (4th review)

Daughters of the Snow

A few hours later, Anna was awake. Awake and worried.

She was wondered what her mama, papa, and sister were doing now; and all of a sudden she missed them with an aching pain you only felt for your family, very near her heart. She wanted to cry, but she didn't want to seem weak to Olaf - her mother had always told her that crying was a sign of weakness.

But Olaf was asleep, so she allowed her eyes to water slightly; Anna brushed the tears away with her palm and licked it. They were actually tasty, salty and refreshing, as she hadn't had water in a few hours. Without warning, her strength caved, and the next thing she knew she was lying on the floor, broken-up, thinking of her family, tears falling freely from her eyes, seeming to make a barely-audible splashing noise as they hit the icy floor.

Her tiny sniffs woke Olaf up; he sat up in his spot to see Anna, her little face buried in her small hands. "What's wrong?" Olaf asked, edging closer to her with curiosity in his eyes.

Anna immediately looked up. When she saw Olaf, she made a weak attempt to wipe her eyes, but it was in vain; new tears kept falling as she brushed off the old ones. Since she saw she was just wasting her time trying to hide her sadness, she cried, "I miss my Mama! And Papa! And Elsa!"

"Can't you go back?" Olaf said, stroking her red hair again to console her.

"I can't go back," Anna said. "Not after what happened."

"What happened?"

"I was asleep, and then I woke up, and then I saw a man climbing through the window! Right in our house!" Anna cried, brushing away her tears. "And you know what? He tried to grab me. But I kicked him and screamed, so a servant came.

"But the man escaped out the window. And he closed it when he left, so the servant didn't believe me when I told him. Elsa didn't wake up. She's a heavy sleeper you know."

"Wow..." Olaf looked at her sideways.

"Anyway," she said, her face growing more solemn and tearful, "I was scared of him, and I knew he was coming back, 'cause he told me that before he left. So I had to run away. But Elsa will be okay, because she's good at karate. She's going to be queen anyway, so I didn't make her come with me. She told me it's a lot of..." she pondered as she tried to name the right word. "Asponsability! Yeah."

"Oh...that's okay," said Olaf, trying to be cheerful. He lowered his voice, even though he knew it was just the two of them in the cave. "You sure you can't get back?"

Anna nodded. "I'm scared..."

Olaf put a comforting arm around her. "It's okay, Anna. I'm with you!" He grinned. Anna couldn't help but beam back, his smile was so warm, it could melt anyone's heart.

"Oh no," he said, his smile fading, "I lost the game!"

"Me too!" said Anna, frowning. She pouted and crossed her arms. "I hate losing." She looked at Olaf expectantly, waiting for some words of consolation.

They sat in silence.

"Hey, you don't have a nose," Anna suddenly noticed. She got up and ran to her bag. She started rummaging through it, then emerged triumphantly with a single carrot.

Anna ran up to Olaf and jammed it where she thought it would be - but through the back of his head.

"Oops," she whispered.

"Oh! I love it!" Olaf said, not really hearing Anna's words, and reaching to touch his tiny nose. "It looks like a little beanie uni-" He gasped as she pushed the rest of his nose through. "Oh, now I love it even more."

"You like it?" said Anna, flattered.

"Of course," said Olaf. After a moment of thinking, he continued, "Now let me get something for you." He ran off into the snow.

When he came back, he was leading a tiny reindeer into the cave by the reins. "Ta-dah!" he shouted, pointing as it munched a carrot in its mouth.

Olaf suddenly looked perplexed. "Hey, where'd my nose go?"

"Oh, he's perfect, Olaf!" Little Anna cried, rushing over to pet the reinder. But no sooner had she reached out her hand that she saw a small boy running toward the cave.

He had scruffy, dirty-blonde hair and a round nose. "Sven!" the boy cried. "Get away from my reindeer, Frosty the Snowman!"

"Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" Olaf answered, looking a little nervous.

"Olaf?" said the boy, with a confused look.

"Yeah!" Olaf said. "What's your name?"

"Kristoff," the boy replied. "Now get your hands off Sven! He's my reindeer, not yours!"

Anna looked at him sadly, disappointment showing on her face. "Oh. We have to give him back, Olaf." She petted the reindeer. "Bye-bye, Reiny."

"Don't call him Reiny," Kristoff said firmly. "His name's Sven." But his expression softened when he saw her saddened blue eyes. "What's your name?" he asked, in a gentler tone.

"Anna," she offered shyly.

Kristoff smiled. "That's a nice name." When he realized what he was doing, he shook it off immediately. "C'mon, Sven." He beckoned to the little reindeer, who instantly came trotting after him.

"Bye, Kristoff! Bye, Sven!" Anna and Olaf said, waving as the two of them got smaller and smaller until, eventually, they disappeared.

Anna sighed. "I'm hungry," she told Olaf. She ran to her bag and got out a light-brown slab. "Chocolate!" she sighed, jamming it into her mouth. "Want some, Olaf?" she held out the candy bar to him, her mouth already smeared with brown.

"No thanks," said Olaf. "I don't have a stomach."

"Oh," said Anna, thinking about how disappointing it must be to not be able to eat. She shoved some more of the bar into her mouth. Soon, it was finished. Just as she was about to stuff the wrapper in her bag, Olaf's voice made her turn around.

"Anna?"

"Yeah?"

Olaf grinned. "Wanna have another snowball fight?"

AN: Thanks for reading!