Anna stomped all the way through Elsa's room, scowling. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, softly.
No answer.
She knocked again, this time, harder.
No answer.
Anna pressed her right ear to the hard, cold, wooden door.
Whispers… Of both a man and a woman.
Curious, she peeked in…
"ELSA!?" Screamed the confused princess.
She saw the two, both sitting on the bed, laughing, obviously enjoying each other's company. Which made her even more confused… maybe even a little angry.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" She screamed again, only this time, her voice demanded an answer.
The two of them, the queen and the villain, bolted to the opposite sides of the room, Elsa pale as the newly fallen snow, and Hans, blushing, redder than a tomato.
Elsa spoke up. "We… we were just… um… we were-"
Hans interrupted. "We were just talking."
Elsa glared at him for interrupting, but she was a little relieved he did.
Anna was close to erupting now, ready to scream out the many hateful words she was waiting for him to hear. Instead, when she saw her sister share a small smile with Hans, her heart softened a little.
"Elsa, I need to talk to you. Now." She growled. Anna has never used this tone before. And Elsa didn't know how to react. So, without any choice, she followed her sister into the hallway.
"What were you thinking?" She asked, her eyes nearly slits, from all the anger and rage she's been holding in. "Do you remember what he did to you? And you're alone with him?" She said, not really asking. The pronunciation of the word him was full of disgust, hate. Even a little… jealousy.
Elsa raised an eyebrow. Before the redhead could say anything more, she shushed her. "Anna, he's not as bad as you think he is." Anna caught her eye on the young prince, peeking in from the bedroom. "He's actually pretty sweet."
"Yea… I could just fry him up and eat him…" Anna murmured.
"Excuse me?"
"I SAID I COULD JUST FRY HIM UP AND EAT HIM!" Anna screamed, unable to conceal the rage she's been keeping. "HE'S A MONSTER! HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT-"
Elsa's had enough. "Anna. I am the queen, and I say who goes and who doesn't. He is my guest and I order you to treat him like one!"
Normally, whenever Elsa used that tone, Anna would've sunk into the floor. Ready to burst into tears.
Not this time…
"Queen?" Anna spat. "All you did get born first!"
Elsa looked hurt.
Anna continued. "Your subjects are starving! And all you're worried about is HIM!"
"Well, I need to have some fun too!" Elsa growled again, glaring at her younger sister. "You and Kristoff are always sneaking out of the palace, doing who-knows-what? You never care about anyone besides yourself!"
Anna had tears in her eyes already. She tried to speak again, but Elsa was already talking up a storm. There was frost, creeping all around them, snow banks, appearing everywhere. Icicles were forming on the roof. And the queen barely noticed it.
"JUST GROW UP ANNA, AND STOP BEING A BRAT!" She screeched, her voice breaking on the last word.
That was all it took. Anna sadly shook her at her sister, and ran down the halls, sobbing and furiously wiping away the tears spilling on her cheeks.
Elsa looked back at Hans, her eyes full of guilt, sadness and rage. And ran down the opposite hall, tears forming in her eyes.
Kristoff was walking down the hall when he saw the young queen, running down the hall, her face streaked with tears that dropped into the soft carpet, leaving icy droplets.
When he stopped her, she just gazed up at him with cold, sad eyes and, ran past him.
The rest of the day was horrible. She ordered the maids to give her her dinner in her room, but the soft mashed potatoes and the steak just didn't taste the same. It tasted bland, and cold. But, this time, it didn't have anything to do with her powers…