I'm actually kind of surprised this got so much positive feedback! Of course, it was only two reviews, but you know, it was still positive!

MagicFireTiger: I honestly can't wait to see where it's going either :P Hope you like this one.

Darkwarrior0416: Well, now you know! ;D

Here's Chapter 1. By the way, the first part starts at sundown.

Elsa looked outside. It was snowing! She could barely see the stars through the darkening clouds, but she knew what was going to happen later that night. She smiled, then turned and hurried toward her younger sister's room. It had been a few weeks since Anna had shut her out, but tonight, Elsa had a good feeling. She knocked on the door.

"Anna?" she asked excitedly. There was no reply. Elsa sighed and placed her back against the door. It was warm, which wasn't strange considering that during the winter, every room was kept as warm as possible.

"Do you want to watch the fireworks?" she asked, peeking through the crack between the door and the wall. She turned back and began counting off her fingers. "In their shades of red and blue, and blue, and orange, and blue..." she trailed off for a moment, then paced outside the room, talking to herself. "We can build snowmen and ice-skate, and a whole bunch of other stuff while we wait!" she said, looking back to the door. "I never see you anymore, Anna. I miss you," she admitted. There was the sound of shifting in Anna's room, but nothing else. She used her magic to create two ice figures, one of Anna and the other of Elsa, holding hands. "We were best buddies a few weeks ago, but now..."

She sighed, placing the figures outside Anna's door. Within a couple a moments, they were reduced to puddles. Elsa began walking away, only to pause and look back.

"If you want to watch the fireworks, I'll be waiting," she said sadly. After no response, she left.

-Linebreak-

Anna's lip trembled as she looked around her room. It was outlined with stone, the only nonburnable substance her parent's could find. She never slept with blankets, being that her powers kept her warm, but even then, there were still spots that would catch a flame. And these places did catch on fire. Her hands shook, and she blinked back tears.

Suddenly she heard Elsa's voice. She slid off her bed and walked over to the door to listen, flinching as the door was warm to the touch.

"I never see you anymore, Anna," her older sister said. Anna thought about opening the door, but looked at the pieces of carpet and burning furniture, and decided against it. The sun was setting, and soon she could go to sleep and forget about it for the night.

"We were best buddies a few weeks ago, but now..."

Anna shifted her weight from one foot to the next. A few weeks ago, she would've thrown the door open and embraced her sister happily, but the accident had changed all that. It had been pure torture for Anna, and no doubt for Elsa, too. Anna continued listening as Elsa's footsteps faded.

"If you want to watch the fireworks, I'll be waiting," were her last words before she left. Anna's eyes widened in despair. That was tonight! The kingdom always set off fireworks on either princess' birthday, and tonight was Elsa's. Anna looked at the door and reached towards the handle. Then the smell of smoke reminded her of what was going on behind her, and she turned back around.

Not tonight.

Later, she was looking out her window and watching the fireworks, smiling with no worries. She watched her mother, father, and sister outside with a front-row-view, and her heart sank. She suddenly smelled burning wood and gasped as the wooden frame of the window began to smoke and turn black. She turned and leaned against it, sniffling and trying to hold back tears.

"The gloves will help," her father said, placing them on Anna's hands. Anna flexed her fingers for a moment, already missing the freedom no gloves could give her. She looked up at her father, and he smiled reassuringly. "See? Conceal it," he started. She sighed. "Don't feel it."

Both of them finished. "Don't let it show."

-Linebreak-

Elsa(12) walked up to her sister's door again. She knocked, already knowing what the answer would be.

As usual, there was none.

"Anna?" she asked. Elsa knew Anna was only 9, but from what she had seen at what meals they had eaten together, she looked mature enough to be Elsa's age. What happened behind Anna's door?

"Do you want to build a snowman?" she asked. It was snowing again, and even if it wasn't, Elsa's magic could make the perfect weather for building their snowman. It was a long time ago they had last built Olaf, before Anna had closed the door.

"I know you probably don't want to, as usual..." she mumbled the last part under her breath, then continued. "But I'm getting pretty lonely, and talking to myself just isn't cutting it, so I named one of the paintings Joan. Weird, right? Anyway..." she bit her lip. Anna would listen, but she didn't respond. Elsa knew this because on one rare occasion, 7 year old Anna had let a giggle slip. Elsa had heard it, but hadn't heard anything else after that. She continued.

"I'm pretty sure company is overdue, as usual, but you know mom and dad." she deepened her voice in an impression of their father. "No balls until your coronation. No exceptions." She sighed.

"I'm getting really bored, just sitting and watching time go by. Will you come out?" she asked pleadingly. There was nothing. Elsa looked down sadly, then turned and walked away.

-Linebreak-

Anna looked up at her ceiling, ridden with scorch marks. 382(She had counted). Anna sighed. Ever since the accident, she had been forced to grow up faster than she wanted to. The gloves itched, and she longed to take them off, but she knew she couldn't, or else the score of ceiling to burnt ceiling was going to rocket in burnt ceiling's favor. She heard her sister coming up the stairs and sat up to lean back against the door.

"Do you want to build a snowman? I know you probably don't want to... but I'm getting pretty lonely, and talking to myself just isn't cutting it, so I named one of the paintings Joan. Weird, right? Anyway..."

Elsa trailed off, and Anna felt a smile slowly drifting across her lips. She waited for her sister to continue.

"I'm pretty sure company is overdue, as usual, but you know mom and dad. No balls until your coronation. No exceptions."

The smile on Anna's face immediately fell. It was her fault there were no more balls, no more visitors to the castle. No one but the small amount of staff they had. She hugged her knees to her chest.

"I'm getting really bored, just sitting and watching time go by. Will you come out?" Elsa asked. Anna shook her head silently. Every day, Elsa would ask this question, and every day, Anna would not. From the lack of noise, Anna guessed that Elsa had left.

Later she paced in a panic. The floor and wall behind her were burning or black. The gloves hadn't been enough. Her hands trembled.

"Getting upset will only make it worse," her father said, stepping forward. She stepped back. "NO!" she exclaimed. Her mother gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, and Anna quickly corrected herself. "Please..." she said weakly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Richard..." the queen said, placing a hand on the king's shoulder. He stepped back towards her. Anna turned away, trying not to let them see her tears.

-Linebreak-

Elsa, now 18, walked up to her sister. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but after so many years of trying, knew it was hopeless. She lowered her hand and walked away.

Elsa ran down the stairs and embraced her parents. "I'll see you in two weeks," she said quietly. They hugged her back.

"Take care of Anna," her mother said. The king nodded solemnly, then smiled. "I'll tell your cousins you said hello."

Elsa smiled softly; her parents were going to her cousin Rapunzel's wedding. She was getting married to a... thief.

She shook her head slowly, then smiled and used her magic to create two more ice figures, this time of the whole family together. "To remember us by," she said, handing it to them. Her father reached out and took it. "Elsa, thank you," they said.

"What if it melts?" her mother asked. Elsa looked at them. "Keep it cold," she said with another smile. They smiled back.

-Linebreak-

Anna looked up at her mother and father while curtsying. "Do you have to go?" she asked. It wasn't just wishful thinking; they had kept her powers(for the most part) in check all 15 years. Her father looked at her. "You'll be fine, Anna. It's two weeks. We'll be back," her father said.

He never was.

-Linebreak-

Elsa, wearing black mourning clothes, walked up to her sister's door and knocked softly. Ice swirls could be seen on the door, only to melt a few seconds later. Elsa blinked. "Anna?" she asked timidly.

"Please, I know you're there," she said, keeping her hand against the door.

"People keep asking where you've been. You weren't at the funeral and people were..." she sniffed, "People were curious while giving me condolences. I wish you were there. They said have courage and trust me; I'm trying to. I just wish you realized that I'm here for you. I..." she sniffed again, "I always have been. Just please, Anna, open the door."

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that when she opened them, this wouldn't be true. It would all be just a dream. Nightmare, she realized.

But it wasn't.

"Don't you see? We only have each other, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

She opened her eyes and looked down the hall, where the family portrait still hung. With a sigh, she hugged her knees to her chest and hung her head. "Do you want to... w-watch the fireworks?" she asked. Ice spread from where she sat to the opposing wall and a few inches up.

-Linebreak-

Anna sat in the same position as Elsa on the other side of the door, looking at the embers suspended in the air. Her eyes traveled down to the nearly black floor and destroyed furniture.

"Do you want to... w-watch the fireworks?" Elsa asked. That was Anna's breaking point. She had stayed strong up until now. But those familiar words just brought everything back. The accident, all those years without saying anything, and now her parent's deaths. It was too much.

"Yes..." Anna whispered, too quiet for Elsa to hear. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the door, then let the tears fall.

Boom.

Anyway, I hope this met all of your expectations. A little sad, wasn't it? And long, too.

Yes, I got the ages correct. Anna is 18 after that -Three Years Later- bit they had in the movie, so subtract three and you get 15. Anyway...

Sorry for totally ruining the emotional parts with the whole -Linebreak- thing. At least, that's what I feel like I did.

This took nearly forever to write! I began writing this at 9 PM, and now it's nearly 11. Okay, so two hours is not forever. But still!

I may not be able to update soon... I'll be somewhat busy for the next few days. Sorry guys...

I do not own Frozen or any of it's characters.

By the way, did you think this chapter was over? Nope! It's got an epilogue(Can chapters have epilogues? Eh, this one does. As if it wasn't long enough)! Prepare your tissues, people, this one's a tear-jerker.

Over and out.

-Misfortune

Kai walked up to Elsa, bowing. She nodded back, and he took a small box out from behind his back.

"This was the only royally-marked thing left from the shipwreck," he said. She took it, and he averted his gaze. "I suppose it floated to the surface."

He bowed again and started to walk away.

"Kai?" Elsa called. He looked back. "Yes?" he asked. She nodded, unlatching the clasp. "Thank you."

He nodded and walked away. Elsa looked in the box and her breath hitched. Fresh tears slid down her still reddened face.

In the box, surrounded by ice cubes, lay a cracked ice statue of the royal family.