A/N: Hello, Thank You for continuing to read my story. And thanking you for putting up with my grammar and bad story telling skills. Please excuse my mistakes. I try.

Warning: This chapter will get depressing towards the end. If that's not your think, I highly recommend you turn away. If you want to brave this or just want to skip it, I'll give you a heads up when it comes. I'm thinking of putting this in the Angst genre, but the story won't be all depressing so I don't know.You have been warned.

Chapter 6: Broken Promise

Seven years later

Anna POV

I was walking down the hall, when I stopped at the blue and white door. I was about to knock when I decided against it. Elsa was probably doing some big important lesson like usual. I started walking again as if I hadn't stopped. Even though we lived in the same household, we were practically strangers. How did I let this happen? I almost never saw her except when we had meals or something special was going on. When Elsa first started her important lessons about seven years ago, we were still friends. But then she started getting quiet and eventually stopped talking to me altogether. After a while, three to four years ago, her schedule changed. So now, I only saw her every other day. When I did see her, I would always look at her, but then she'll stare at me. There was something about her that was different. Whatever it was, I didn't like it. Yesterday, I asked Mama what was wrong with her and the answer I got was that Elsa needed her space because she was going through some 'changes' and that it was causing her to be moody. When I asked what those 'changes' were and all she told me I would find out soon enough and that she would have a long talk with me later on. Something told I really didn't want to know nor was it something to look forward to.

As I kept walking, I went to the portrait room. I liked to talk to them sometimes, though I knew they would never respond back. I stayed there for about an hour until I looked at the clock and saw that it was two in the evening. I smiled at that. Usually Elsa comes out of her room at that time for a bathroom break. Meaning it was time for me to 'accidentally' run into her yet again. Maybe this time, she'll talk to me. The first time I had accidentally bumped into her, she freaked out and ran to her room. After a while, she started getting used to my presence there, so now she doesn't run from me. Even then, she pretends I'm not there. Never talks to me, or even looks at me for that matter. Being ignored stinks very bad. At least when she ran from me, I knew that she saw me. She made me feel invisible sometimes and I'll sometimes question my own existence. I sometimes made my parents or one of the servants tell me I'm real.

I started running down the hall. As I turned the corner, I felt myself slam into someone, knocking us both down. We landed with a thud. I opened my eyes and saw Elsa's blue ones. I was on top on her, my face dangerously close to hers. She felt cold like always. I always wondered why that was, but I eventually concluded that it must be a side affect of her powers. She had a blank expression. She always did that to prevent me, and along with everyone, from knowing what she was feeling. For all I knew, she could be scared of me or she could be very happy to see me.

"Elsa! I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were walking there. And I certainly didn't know you were gonna be here.", I said, not bothering to get off. She tried pushing me off with her gloved hands, but I wouldn't let her. She looked like she was about to have a panic attack. The temperature dropped a little, but it was nothing serious. I wasn't planning on getting off until she tells me to do so. I put my arms around her. Judging by the fear in her eyes, she knew this. I haven't heard her talk in forever. She started taking deep breaths. She always did this before she ever talked. I knew this from those rare occasions.

"Get off.", She said quietly, with her eyes closed. She said those two simple words very slowly. I had forgotten the sound of her voice. I missed that about her along with many other things.

"Was that so hard?", I was curious. Her voice sounded normal, what was she afraid of? I got off her and stood up. I held out my hand for her. Please take it. She looked at my hand as if it would explode at any moment or as if I was offering her a bug. Bugs were her pet peeve when we were younger. They probably still were, but I wasn't sure because I didn't know her anymore. She took a deep breath and reluctantly took it. I pulled her up. I started beaming at her and she looked uncomfortable, she put her hand on her other arm. She started talking to the bathroom again. I followed her. When we got there, she went in like always. When she came out a couple minutes later, she started walking back toward her room. When we were at her door, she turned to me, motioning down the hall. She wants me to leave, I realized. That's weird, since when does she do that. She never makes me leave. She always ignores me and shuts the door in my face. Oh my god, Elsa is communicating with me.

"I'm not leaving.", I said crossing my arms. She looked like she was going to argue, but decided against it and went in, closing the door behind her. I felt disappointed that she gave up on it. I kinda wanted to hear her voice again. Even if it was arguing and telling me to leave. I started walking back to my room. When I was in and I had closed the door behind me, I went to my closet. I had a bag of hidden chocolate. I always 'borrowed' some from the kitchens very now and then. I only got one, because I was running low in supply. I'll go to the kitchen later at night for a refill.

I sat on my bed and just started thinking. I wished I knew what was wrong. I knew my parents didn't want me to be with Elsa, but I didn't know why. I went to my mirror. I saw my streak of white, blonde hair. I know it's not because of the accident. Mama and Papa didn't seem to concern about that whenever it was brought up. Maybe the way she would snap at me sometimes when we were younger? It can't be that. Her snapping doesn't bother me anymore for some reason. Whenever I thought of why that was, my head would hurt. It always reminded me of the concussion I had as a kid. I could barely remember it. I never did remember how I got it, though I wish I knew. The old guy said, I would remember someday but not today. Whatever the reason for the separation was, I knew for certain it revolved around her powers. The ones, she was forbidden to use. I wasn't scared of them, but my parents always overacted. Like last year, I made Elsa upset like always and the temperature dropped. And because of that, Elsa wasn't allowed to leave her room for a week. When she did come out, she seemed more stiff. I can't really explain it. I wish they would tell me why, it made me sad just thinking about it. It made me sadder to think that Elsa didn't want me. But she took my hand. That counts for something, right?

I decided that some fresh air would be nice. Being cooped up inside, can drive me crazy sometimes. I started walking slowly because I was developing health issues. Being tired was one of them and so was getting sick a lot. It made me dizzy and sometimes I would collapse. It was never pretty. Whenever that happened, I would be bedridden for about a week. When I got outside, I went to Elsa's old swing. I could tell why it used be her favorite place. It had a very nice view of the fjord, and was surrounded by flowers because the garden was here. It was a very relaxing place. I sat there for a while. I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders and I jumped.

"Didn't mean to frighten you. I'm sorry.", Mama said, holding her hands up in surrender.

"I thought you were going to be gone all day.", I said. She had told me that yesterday.

"I was, but your father closed the deal fast in the meeting. So now we have the rest of the day together. Your father will be with us shortly.", She pulled into a hug. Normally that would have made me feel better, but it wasn't working right now. I pulled away.

"What's wrong?", She caught my mood.

"It's Elsa.", I said sadly, sitting on the swing again.

"What did she do to you.", She asked worriedly. She sat on the swing that was next to me.

"She did nothing. She-", I wanted to say more, but I started coughing. I know I got sick easily. But lately, I've been getting a lot of coughing fits for no reason. That came along with feeling weaker. My arms and legs felt heavy now. Mama started patting my back until it was over.

"She ignores me and it hurts. A lot. Especially here.", I said putting a hand over my chest. I think she was breaking my heart.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry about that. Sadly there is nothing I can do about Elsa. Even if she ignores you, it's okay because you still have your father and I.", She said reaching for my shoulder.

"I know I have you two. I just miss Elsa a lot and I just want my big sister back.", I said on the verge of tears. Come on, not now.

"Anna, I know this is hard for you believe me, I know. It's hard for me and your father as well. But things must stay the way are for your sister's sake. Understand?", She looked at me waiting for an answer.

"Okay.", I said after a while. I didn't understand. I wanted to argue, but there was no point. The tears disappeared and I started coughing again, but not as badly as before.

"Good, now come on let's go to your room. You looked exhausted.", I was. So we started walking toward my room. When we got to the base of the stairs, I paused. They suddenly looked really long.

"Anna, we can just-", Mama started.

"No, I got this.", I said, putting on a brave face. I hated being carried, it made feel weak and useless. I wish I was strong like Elsa sometimes. She never got sick, at least not that I knew of. We started going up. It was hard. A little too hard, I started panting a little. Mama got there before me.

"Hi Elsa.", I heard Mama say. I saw Elsa nod in acknowledgment. I was a just a couple steps away from reaching the top, when I suddenly couldn't keep going. My knees grew weak, I couldn't keep myself standing anymore. I started falling back. Oh no!

"Anna!", I heard Mama yelled but she couldn't reach me in time to catch me. Oh no, I'm gonna die. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. But it never came. This is weird? I opened my eyes. I was still on the steps. My back felt cold and wet and I suddenly felt stronger. I took a step forward and looked behind me to find a shield of ice. The ice had prevented my fall. I looked at Mama who stood frozen in place. I looked past her, over to Elsa. Her gloves were on the floor. Her arms were extended, pale palms facing me. I saw her face. Her blank expression was gone. I could see panic and fear written all over her face, her ice blue eyes big. She was breathing heavily, relieved. She does care!

I looked back at the ice. It got thicker, as if afraid it wouldn't be able to hold me. Suddenly, the realization of almost dying hit me. Hard. I started trembling and pretty soon I was crying, I had my hands over my face to stop the tears. I felt arms around me. They felt shorter than Mama's and colder too. I opened my eyes and saw that her arms were covered in blue cloth. I wrapped my arms around her torso, clinging to her as if I might fall at any moment.

"It's okay Anna, I got you. Don't worry about a thing.", Her voice was so reassuring. I trusted her completely. I started sobbing uncontrollably into her. All my sadness pouring into her. She started rubbing circles in my back, she did it better than Mama. She then started pulling away out of nowhere.

"N-No.", I clung to Elsa more tightly. She didn't try to pull away after that.

"Okay, but move with me.", We started walking up the final steps. I felt weak again at the sudden movement. Elsa was practically holding me up. She quickly pulled away. I was about to protest, when she picked me up into her arms and started walking. When got to my room, she gently set me on the bed. She quickly went to my closet and pulled out my favorite green nightgown. I got some deja vu. She put it next to me and after taking a couple steps back, she turned around, giving me some privacy. I felt too weak to do it by myself. I was about to call Elsa, when Mama came next to me. I had forgotten all about her, she helped me changed. When we were done, she walked out of the room, not before giving Elsa a quick worried glance. Elsa didn't seem to notice it. Elsa turned around. She smiled and waved goodbye and started for the door.

"Please, at least until I fall asleep.". I felt tears again. She nodded. After making sure I was under the covers, she got on the bed with me. But she was over the covers. It didn't matter. I wrapped my arms around her. I wasn't letting her go. I fell asleep easily, I didn't even have to try.

I woke up to find Elsa still next to me. She was fast asleep, looking so relaxed and was as far away from me as the bed would allow. She had a blanket over her, probably Mama or Papa's doing. I looked at the clock and saw that it was nine. There was light everywhere, so it must be morning. I up got and found it to be easy to do so. I didn't feel weak like I normally do. I was careful not to wake Elsa up. I quickly got dress and gave the sleeping Elsa a quick hug, before going to Mama's room. She was there along with Papa, ready to leave and start the day. Usually Papa would have gone by this time, but I today was an exception.

"Good morning!", I said happily. They both came to me and sandwiched me with their embraces.

"How are you feeling?", Papa asked.

"Better than I have in a long time actually. I don't know why though.", I usually don't move a lot when something similar like this happens.

"Are you sure?", Mama asked. I nodded.

"Good to hear that. Where's your sister?", Papa asked.

"She was still sleeping when I woke up, so she must still be in my room.", I said.

"Let's go pay her a visit.", Mama said. Leading us out of the room. When we got my room, we found it empty. My bed was already done and the blanket that Elsa had used was neatly folded on the edge of my bed. On the part where she had slept. It's like she was never here.

"Anna, why don't we head down for breakfast. Your sister will join us shortly.", We went down in silence.

I didn't see Elsa the rest of the day. Today was one of those days, where I was supposed to see her. That was weird because she never missed those day. On those day, she was the first one at the breakfast table. The day went slow and I couldn't stop thinking Elsa. I felt way better when I was with her and I could tell she felt uncomfortable around me. But she stayed with me anyway. She's loyal. I'll go check on her later, when everyone's asleep.

"Anna tell me. Do you feel safe around your sister?", Mama asked as she was tucking me in for the night. I think I was getting to old for this, but I didn't care.

"Of course I do. Elsa is the most carefullest person I know, besides you and Papa.", I said, getting under the covers.

"So if she were to be around you a lot again, would you feel okay and comfortable with that?", She asked very slowly.

"Are you kidding, I would die of happiness. I would very much love it!", I said excitedly.

"Interesting. Well goodnight and see you in the morning.", She kissed my forehead and left my room. I couldn't sleep though. I needed to stay up to see Elsa. About an hour later, I got up and went to Elsa's room. I did my signature knock, quietly. I didn't anyone but her to know I was here. There was no answer. I put my hand on her door nob. Should I do this? This was a total invasion of her privacy. Ah just do it, the worse that could happen is Elsa kicking me out. She could barely talk to me, so the chances of her forcing me to me where slim. I turned the nob and pushed the door opened. I closed it behind me. My eyes fell on her empty bed. Where was she? Her bed was a mess, like mine was whenever I tossed and turned a lot.

I had never been in her room before, so I started looking around. The room had blue walls and was very organized. There was no dirty clothes on the floor, of papers, or even dust for that matter. Does Elsa have a thing about dirt? I suddenly became self conscious of what a mess own room was. I'll tidy it up in the morning. Her bookshelves were neatly filled with books. I went over to her desk, there was a big, boring looking book there. It was opened. I closed it without losing the page, because I had left my finger as a bookmark. "Poem and Plays be William Shakespeare", the cover said. I opened it again to the page it was. I read the first two lines.

What does that mean? If you know she's lying, then why are you believing her? I ended up reading the rest of it. So love is built on lies? I love my family, do they lie to me too like in the poem? Something told me the answer was yes. Maybe someday I'll get the truth from them. In the meantime, I need to get Elsa to become my friend again. Next to the book I had just read, where flash cards. I picked them up and looked at then. They had pictures of random things. I remember a tutor teaching me words when I was little using flash cards similar to these. Why would Elsa have these? My tutors would always remind me of how smart she was. Comparing me to her and I hated it, because everything they said was true. Elsa doesn't need help with words. I put them back and a paper caught my eye. It was under the flash cards and had nice hand writing, probably Elsa's.

First step: Practice makes perfect

Does Elsa really not know these? No they must be used for something else. I walked over to her bed and laid down. Where could she be? I've been in here too long, I better go before she walks in and finds me. I started toward the door, but I saw the door nob turning. She's back! Oh no. I can't let her find me in here. I quickly ran toward her closet. I heard her door opened and closed. I heard Elsa collapse on the bed. After a while, I heard light snoring.

I quietly opened the door to her closet. I started walking to door, when the curiosity got the best of me. I walked over to her bed. She was wearing all black. Her dress, her shoes, her stocking from the looks of it and even the cap in her head. Camouflage? Where was she sneaking out? I could see her face clearly under the light that was coming from her window. I was reminded of how on the night on the accident, the lights wouldn't let me sleep. Her face looked very stress. What's eating her? She's probably just uncomfortable wearing that. I took off her shoes and stockings. This one time I slept with my shoes one and it was not a pleasant experience. I noticed ice one of the shoes. It was summertime, no snow here. I suddenly realized why she sneaked out and why. She could have invited me. Maybe I'll 'accidentally' run into her tomorrow at night and threaten to tell unless she takes me with her. I would never tell on her though, hopefully she doesn't know me enough to know this about me. I took off her cap too. I set them on the floor next to her bed. Her platinum blonde hair was in a single braid. I looked at her face. I noticed for the first time that she had barely visible freckles across her nose. Maybe we are related and not total strangers. Her mouth had a sour expression. I looked lower and suddenly became aware of her chest. When did she start growing those in? Are those the changes that Mama was talking about? I was attempted to touch them, decided not to. I took a step back to get a view of her. She looked big with her arms and legs spread across her bed. She was growing right before my eyes and just now I realize it. I wished we were friends again, maybe then I would know what she looked like without having to watch her in her sleep.

I reached over her to get her blanket, so I could put it over her. A little warmth was never a bad idea. Suddenly she sat up and opened her eyes, looking at my face. I completely froze. Oh no. But then I saw that they looked blank. She was still sleeping.

"Anna, don't.. leave me..alone..", She said, still sleeping. Oh my god, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do? Just go with it. I thought to myself.

"Don't worry, I promise I'll never abandon you.", I whispered back. She smiled, pulled me into her arms, and fell asleep on the bed again. She started snuggling against me, with both her arms wrapped around me. Her head was now next to my neck, heavily breathing. This was weird, but I wasn't complaining. We always did this whenever either of us had a bad dream, back when we shared a room. I actually missed doing this, and judging by how tightly she was holding me, so did she. She kept saying my name. She dreamed about me, who knew? I tried to get out of her grasp, but her arms were made of iron. They wouldn't bulge. She wasn't letting me go, like she was holding on to dear life. Why didn't she do this when she slept in my room, last night? I concluded that she was awake and knew she was sleeping next to me. Now however, she holding thinking I was a dream. I eventually stop struggling and caved in to her hold and started to snuggled against her. She felt really soft and cold. She felt nice since summer nights are very hot. I tried to resist sleeping, but failed.

When I woke up, I had forgotten where I was. But then I remembered. I looked at the clock and saw that it was eight and a half am. Oh no. We usually wake up at this time, and if we don't someone comes and get us. I should leave now before someone comes or worse, Elsa wakes up. It was hard to leave. Elsa was still holding me tightly, her legs were now also wrapped around me. I slowly and carefully detached myself from Elsa without waking her.

"Where...you... go...", I heard Elsa mumbled. Her arms were feeling around where I used to be. I quickly grabbed an extra pillow and put it in her arms which she gladly took, thinking it was me. I looked at Elsa. She curled into a ball with a smile on her face. Awe, she looks so cute. And so much more peaceful than when she first fell asleep. I got the blanket I was reaching for last night and put it over her.

"Bye Elsa, I promise I will return to you", I whispered into her ear and planted a kiss on her forehead. I was almost out the door when I think I heard her say 'sorry'. I looked back at her, but she was snoring lightly. Just my imagination running wild. I got to my room and went to my closet to get a new dress so I could start this new, refreshing day.

I felt so well rested. I only ever fell like this on Friday nights for some reason. Now that I thought about it, I also felt well rested when Elsa slept in my room yesterday. Since when do I dependent on Elsa to sleep? No that can't be it. Last night I slept well because it was Friday night, not because I was with my sister. That doesn't mean I shouldn't sleep in her room again though, I thought to myself. When I was dressed, I went down for breakfast. I sat in my usual seat. Papa never sat in the head unless, we had some guest over. He sat on the right and Mama sat next to him. I sat in front of Mama. I was supposed to take Elsa's seat in front of Papa, but I could never bring myself to replace her. That was her seat even if she didn't want it or if my parents didn't want her. But that was a crazy thought, of course my parents wanted her. Elsa then walked in. She took a seat at the end of the long table like always. She looked weird. I couldn't tell what it was though.

"Elsa, today we want you to sit with us.", Papa said. She looked at him like he had just told her that the shadow monsters we used to believe in as kids were real. She swallowed hard. Slowly and reluctantly and got up and sat next to me in front of Papa. She looked really nervous. Why was that? We started to eat our breakfast. It wasn't too awkward, having Elsa join us. I loved having her next to me. But she obviously did want to be near us. She pushed her chair as far away as the table would allow. I had a feeling this was directed at me. She kept glancing at me, when she thought I wasn't going. Does she know? I had eggs and Elsa had chocolate chip waffles. I wanted to get some too, but I wasn't allowed to eat chocolate in the morning because I couldn't handle it. Whatever that meant.

"How you sleep?", Mama suddenly asked. I thought she was talking to me, but she was looking at Elsa. Elsa started choking on the water she was drinking. I felt the temperature drop a little. I waited for my parents to freak out, but it never came. Am I dreaming? I looked at Elsa, she looked embarrassed at her choking fit. She looked behind her to find no one, confusion taking control of her face.

"Yes you Elsa. How did you sleep?", Mama said, with an amused look, to Elsa. I don't know how it was possible, but Elsa looked even more confused.

"Fine.", She said quietly after taking a deep breath. Why does she do that every time she talks? And more importantly, since when does Elsa talk at the table? I must be dreaming. This feels too normal.

"Any dreams?", Papa asked her this time. Elsa nodded her head.

"Practice makes perfect remember?", Papa said. Wait, Elsa needs to practice talking? Elsa nodded. Papa didn't seem satisfied.

"Yes sir.",Elsa said slowly.

"I did ha have a dream.", She slowly with her eyes shut, concentrating hard

"Care to tell us about it?", Mama asked carefully as if she was stepping over the line.

"No.", It looked like it pained Elsa to talk.

"Why-", Papa started

"Can I tell you guys about my dream?", I interrupted. I didn't like the way they were putting Elsa on the spot. I didn't know what was wrong with Elsa, but I knew she needed my help. I felt guilty for making her tell me to get off the day before yesterday. I didn't wait for an answer. I started making it up to her right then and there. I didn't really dream last night, I just made it up. Good thing I was good at rambling nonsense.

Elsa seemed relieved to no longer be the center of attention. Pretty soon Papa and Mama lost interest and started talking to each other. My parents started talking about a big important meeting they were having today. I guess I wouldn't be saying them today. I felt something on my lap. I looked down and saw that there was a waffle. It had the letters T and Y written next to each other in syrup. I looked over at Elsa. She was still far, but not as before. She gave me a quick smile. I smiled back and gave her a thumbs up on the side of the table so my parents wouldn't see. She nodded and resumed her breakfast. When we were all done, Elsa got up to leave.

"Elsa sit. We want to tell you something.", Mama said. Elsa nervously sat back down. It looked like she was expecting this, but wasn't prepared. She started frowning.

"What more do you want from me?", She said quietly, after a few painful, slow seconds. Anger started forming on her face. I don't know how it was possible, but she got paler.

"Elsa?", I asked worriedly, but I didn't think she heard me. She wasn't really there, she was lost in whatever she was thinking. Her hands were now shaking a little. She clutched her fork in her left hand so tight that her fist turned whiter. It must have hurt, she didn't acknowledged it. She froze the fork and threw it across the room. I flinched at the sound of it breaking into many pieces. Okay, now I'm scared. I looked at her eyes and but they looked that scary blue. The fists that were her hands were shaking.

"Elsa. Please clam down. Let's talk about this., Papa said. Elsa blinked and glared at our parents. She stood up and slammed her left hand down, hard on the table. When she did this, frost quickly formed on the table and around her. The snowflake patterns looked pointy and somehow threatening.

"Why! Why should I clam down! I'm not allowed to get angry either? Well guess what, I am! I'm allowed to get angry too, you know! Why bother talking! You never listen anyway!, She shouted at him. He flinched at her outburst and so did I. I had never seen her angry before. I mean, I've seen her mad and all, but never angry like this. Not even her snapping was this scary. I was terrified, but not of her. I was scared that she would hurt herself and do something she would regret later.

She then sat back down and put her hands over her face, in shame at showing such disrespect. She started shaking really hard. I wanted to put my arms around her to stop it, but something told me I shouldn't push her. She looked at the down at the table and seemed to only just notice the ice. She turned green, a wave of nausea washing over her. She waved her gloved hand, but it would melt.

"Mama, is Elsa okay?", I asked. I couldn't help but ask even though she was clearly not okay. I put my hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. One moment later, our parents were on either side of her and each put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't look at them, just turn her head to look down at me in the eye. If stares could kill, I would have died. She wasn't concealing her feelings, her armor was off for the time being. I saw everything that she was feeling, but never showed. Her eyes were so cold, they looked so hollow like she had nothing inside. However, I could see something there and I suddenly knew what it was. It was the look that the mean kids in town would give me when I walked past them with my parents. It was envy, anger, and sorrow. Why did I not see this before? How did or parents not see this? It was always, clearly there. How did I not know that my sister was suffering.

Remember the warning? Here it is. Scene may be too graphic and depressing for young readers and I'm sorry about that.

"Elsa honey, please clam down. Please don't shout.", Mama said in her soothing voice. Elsa looked surprise at hearing the last part. Mama kissed Elsa's cheek to help clam her, but resulted in Elsa turning shade greener than before and she ran up to the trash can in the family room to throw up her food. We followed her. After she did that, she just stood there facing the wall. She started walking to it, hitting her forehead against it a couple of times. She started punching the wall with her fist really hard and fast, not slowing down. I could practically feel and hear her knuckles ripping through her gloves with each punch into the wooden wall. Every time she hit the wall, she would murmur 'my fault'. Dents, the size of her fist, stated forming where she punched. Her once blue gloves were turning scarlet at the knuckles. That wall was very hard and not made for hitting, it was only a matter of time before sh-Crack. That sound just came from her left hand, and she stopped. She ripped the bloody gloves of her hands. There was bright, red blood on her knuckles where the skin ripped. There was also blood on the dents. She continued to punch the wall again, even faster and harder. I couldn't take anymore.

"No, Elsa please stop.", I yelled. I started going to her but my mother held me. At least Elsa stopped hitting the wall when Papa went and struggled to keep her arms from moving. The room temperature started dropping. He let go of her for some reason.

"Gerda! Kai!", Papa called. Immediately they came, along with a couple of guards.

"Kai, I want you to cancel all meetings for the next two weeks.", Papa commanded. Kai bowed and quickly left. They're canceling everything for two weeks. It won't take that long for Elsa to get better will it?

"Stop it", I heard Elsa mumble. She was now blinking tears away and the temperature was dropping faster in the room. She started sliding down the wall. Mama then covered my eyes.

"Gerda, I want you to take Anna to her room and make sure she stays there and doesn't see nor hear anything.", Mama commanded her. Gerda bowed and took my left arm, pulling me away from the room, from Elsa.

"No, I can't go. I promised Elsa I would never leave her alone.", I said struggling. I took the hands off my eyes looked over at Elsa and saw that she was now crying, tears coming down fast. Oh, Elsa. My eyes were covered again, but I could still hear Elsa crying.

"Anna I'm sorry, but I don't want you to see this.", Mama said as she grabbed my elbow with her hands, feeling them. I realized what she was doing too late.

"No, please don't do...", Was all I could say as as my vision started dimming. I felt myself collapsing into Mama arms The last thing I saw was my mother's look of regret and my sister sobbing, hugging herself. I'm so sorry for leaving you, I thought as my vision went black.

A/N: So yeah, here it is. Sorry for those who don't like. It'll get better...eventually. I'm already working on the next chapter. With school going on, I'll have it up in about five days though I can't make any promises. Anyway, who can guess the poem that Anna read in Elsa's room?