A/N: So, back with another chapter! I'd like to thank Jenae's Writing and disneylover115 for favoriting; nattyaleyen, Kiki Anderson, disneylover115, and raijinfairy for following; and Guest (guest) and Jenae's Writing (guest) for reviewing.

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Chapter Two

Gone

Anna yawned herself awake that morning, unaware of the events that had taken place just hours ago. She was determined to make Elsa play with her today. If she didn't, well . . . no, that wasn't going to happen. Even if it was for five seconds, or even one, Elsa was going to play with her little sister!

She jumped up from her bed and began racing to the door. Then she stopped. Her mother would reprimand her for running around the halls in her pajamas. But she shook her head. Her mother wasn't the boss of her. She could go running around and just wear pajamas all day if she wanted to!

Anna bounced out of her room, a determined expression on her round five-year-old's face. She raced over to the tall door of her older sister's bedroom, took a deep breath, and knocked, singing,

"Elsa?

Do you wanna build a snowmaaaan?

Come on, let's go and plaaaaay!

I never see you anymore,

Come out the door—

It's like you've gone awaaaaaay!

We used to be best buddies!

And now we're not. . . .

I wish you would tell me whyyyyy!

Do you wanna build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman!

Come on, let's plaaaaay!"

Anna stopped singing, waiting for a response — but there wasn't one. That was funny. Elsa usually answered her younger sister's requests — though the reply was always a "Go away, Anna" or "No, Anna" or even "I'm sorry, Anna," but never, ever just plain silence!

Hmm. Maybe Elsa was at breakfast already, Anna decided. So she skipped happily (more or less) down towards the dining hall to give her older sister a piece of her mind (and maybe of a bit of chocolate to persuade her). But when she entered it and had skipped down to the end of the long, wooden table to where her parents were sitting (with a suspicious absence of food), she felt her bubble of determination pop at the expression on the king and queen's faces. They both looked grave and sad. Her mother even looked a little tearful.

"Mama? Papa? What's wrong?" she asked, jumping up onto her father's lap.

They both looked down at her.

"Anna . . ." her mother said after a moment. "Anna . . . Elsa went missing, honey."

Anna's eyebrows scrunched together. What? Elsa was missing? This didn't make any sense.

"Oh, but don't worry, sweetheart; we're doing all we can to find her," Mama added reassuringly at the expression on her daughter's face.

But tears were already welling up in Anna's eyes as the words her parents were saying fully processed. Her sister was missing. She wasn't home! She was somewhere else, probably in a scary, dangerous place!

"Mama! Papa!" she gasped, and then fell into her mother's chest, tears streaming down her face.

Her parents gathered closer together to wrap their youngest daughter in a tight embrace.

"We're going to get Elsa back, Anna," her father whispered softly. "Don't worry. I bet she's safe."

"Are you sure?" Anna asked. She was still imagining horrors — goblins and witches at the very least!

Her father gave a small smile and said, "We're sure, Anna."

Anna gave a sigh of relief. If her parents said so, then Elsa was safe. Besides, there was no such thing as goblins and witches, she told herself firmly as the cooks brought out a meal of chocolate pancakes (which Anna would have appreciated better if she'd been able to share them with her sister), ate the pancakes, and then headed up to the library, intent upon finding a book that told you how to find your lost sister.

After closing what seemed like the gazillionth book with a sharp thud, huffing frustratedly, Anna leapt up from her cushy seat in the library. None of these books had anything to do with saving lost sisters! Granted, all Anna could do was guess what the stories were, but . . . there were pictures to help figure it all out! And they were not helping in the least! But maybe her parents could help. They knew how to read, after all.

Anna raced out of the library and back to the dining hall, where her parents were still sitting, not quite having finished their breakfasts yet — which was silly, in Anna's opinion. But she had more important things to worry about right now.

"Mama! Papa!" she shouted at them, halting right in front of the two and clutching at the table, panting. "I have a ques—"

"Excuse me, your majesties? We have some news," interrupted a guard that had just entered the room through the door to the kitchens. Why hadn't Anna thought of that? It wasn't really quicker than the way she had come, but she might have been able to get some chocolate along the way for Elsa when she came back home.

"What is it?" the king asked. He stood up quickly, followed instantly by his wife. His expression was anxious, even hungry.

"The ship that was heading to the Southern Isles was shipwrecked in a storm last night."

"Oh, no!" cried the queen. "That's horrible! Were — were there any survivors?"

"No . . . but that isn't the worst part," the guard said gravely. "We found this washed up on the shore this morning." He held up a light blue coat that was dripping with something that smelled very salty. In another hand was a sopping wet, leather-bound notebook. "I'm very sorry for your loss, your majesties." He set the things down on the table and bowed his way out.

Anna's parents gasped, but she was confused. What did a wet coat and ruined book have to do with anything? Then she realized . . . they were Elsa's. She'd seen her older sister writing in that book before. Anna had been the one to give it to her, actually. And the coat was one that Elsa had worn many times before.

And then the harsh reality struck her.

Her sister was dead.

She was never coming back.

Anna's eyes filled with tears. Her mother had taken the coat in her hands and taken out something silver before collapsing onto the ground, and the princess joined her. The king's knees had buckled, and he was shaking, face pale and scrunched up with suppressed tears, holding onto his chair for support.

"N-no! Sh-she was m-my only s-sister! Now I have no one!" Anna sobbed.

Suddenly filled with a burning anger, a desire to hit, throw, or punch something, anything, Anna leapt up from the ground and started running through the castle, running, running, running, she didn't know where, but she was running.

She didn't know where she'd been going, but somehow, Anna found herself lying on Elsa's bed in her older sister's room. She didn't even notice how cold it was in there. All that she knew was that her sister was dead, that Princess Elsa of Arendelle was never coming back. Anna no longer had anyone her age to play with. Her father had closed the gates. The only family in her life now was her parents. Her best friend, her sister, her only sister, was gone.

What am I going to do?