A/N: Thanks to everyone who's followed/favorited and/or is reading but not reviewing!:)
Lindstrom-That's true...freezing the door shut was both a good move and a bad move on Elsa's part.:P Yes, Anna will get mad. I think just because Anna loves her parents doesn't mean she can't get mad at them.;)
princessdianaofparadiseisland-Thanks for the review, sis;) Elsa and Anna will get their happy ending eventually.:)
bananas-rule-2015-I'm glad you're enjoying the story!:) I'm sorry it takes me awhile to update:P (I'm slow at typing:/) Not sure about the exact number of chapters...I can definitely say there are plenty more coming, and that I know exactly how the story will go.:)
NOTE: Ok, so I found out Elsa's birthday is supposed to be on the winter solstice and Anna's birthday is supposed to be on the summer solstice. Argh-_- I thought Elsa's birthday was in the summer since the coronation in the movie is when she's 21, and we KNOW the coronation is in the summer. Anyway, in my story, Anna's birthday is in the winter and Elsa's is in the summer. Sorry if that bugs anyone.:P
On to the story!:)
Winter came, and with it Anna's birthday, just before Christmas. The night before Anna's birthday Elsa snuck down to the kitchen as she had been doing for the past six months.
Let's see…I want to make Anna a cake. Nobody needs to know I'm the one who made it…I'll just leave it on the counter, Elsa thought. Because she had never made a cake before in her life, it took three batches of ruined batter and two burnt cakes before Elsa came up with something that was actually edible and looked halfway decent. Elsa had just finished frosting and decorating it when she heard noises just outside the kitchen. It must be morning! I have to get out of here… She left Anna's chocolate cake on the counter and disappeared back into the secret passages, stealthy as a cat. Elsa was very happy with her night's work until she remembered she hadn't completely cleaned up the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't a huge mess or anything; but there was a dirty mixing bowl in the sink, and some flour and sugar on the counter and floor. Someone was sure to realize she had been in there. As long as Anna gets the cake, I'll be happy, she thought. Elsa had tested the batter herself; and it had been tasty. Anna will love it if she actually gets it.
Back in her room, Elsa took off her chocolate and flour streaked dress and gloves before putting on a clean nightgown and a new pair of gloves. Now she was actually tired from staying up all night making the cake for Anna, so she went to bed even though it was technically morning now. She would figure out what to do with the dirty clothes later. I hope Anna likes the cake. Elsa fell asleep with a smile on her face for the first time in months. The last thing she noticed was that it was snowing hard outside…and it wasn't because of her. Natural snow, Elsa's sleepy thoughts told her happily.
Elsa was rudely awakened by a sharp rap on her door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"It's your father, and I have just been informed that there was a mess in the kitchen this morning, and a cake. Did you do that? And may I come in?"
"Well, yeah-I mean yes," Elsa said. "I would have cleaned up the mess, but there wasn't time. Did Anna get the cake yet?" she asked hopefully. "Um, just wait a minute before you come in…" Elsa jumped out of bed, stuffed the dirty clothes under the bed, and swept the snow on her desk from outside onto the floor. Then she said, "Ok, you can come in now," from the far corner of the room.
Elsa heard the lock click open.
"That window is still missing?! Why didn't you tell someone, Elsa?"
Who was I going to tell? The wall? "I don't mind it missing. In fact, I rather like it that way," Elsa said. It lets the outside air and weather in.
"Elsa, don't leave a mess in the kitchen again. If that repeats itself, you can't go down there anymore."
"All right," Elsa said, because she had no intentions of leaving a mess in the kitchen again anyway. She really hadn't intended to leave a mess this time.
"Is that ice holding your drawings on the wall over there?" Agdar asked.
"Yes…it's been there for awhile…" Elsa replied. Please don't ask me to take them down; please don't ask me to take them down… And don't ask me exactly what the drawings are, either. They're just figments of my imagination…icy igloo structures with chandeliers and slides and staircases don't exist in real life.
"You aren't supposed to be using your powers, Elsa. You're supposed to be controlling them."
You mean concealing them, not controlling them. Elsa was sure even if she did know how to control her powers, her parents still wouldn't be happy with her. Ok, Elsa, you're getting angry and upset. Emotions on lockdown. Emotions on lockdown. Shut them out. Shut them out. Conceal, don't feel; conceal, don't feel… "Don't you think my little ice-fasteners look controlled?" Elsa whispered, her blue eyes hopeful. "They haven't melted at all or grown in size when I've lost control or anything…they've looked exactly the same for months." Whenever Elsa felt discouraged about losing control, she would go and look at the ice-fasteners, which were always unchanging for some reason. They never started to melt. They never started to "eat" the wall when she lost control, either.
"They HAVEN'T MELTED for months?! Ice always melts!"
Elsa's heart dropped to her toes at that reaction, but she did not cry, get mad, or lose control. The emotions lockout over the last few months had certainly helped. This reaction did not surprise her. She would not allow her feelings-that she pretended did not exist at all-to be influenced by things like this. Of course Dad grabbed at that part of it. Why did I even say that? It's my own fault. "Well, this ice doesn't melt. Because I don't want it to," she said quietly. "I'd like to be left alone, if you please."
"Do not make any more…non-melting ice. That is the strangest, most aberrant thing I've ever heard of, ice that doesn't melt for months... Ice is supposed to melt. Even the ice you make has always melted before."
Strange and aberrant…ok, then. Thanks a lot-not. I guess I am, though. "Thank you for the compliment," Elsa replied in a neutral tone that could be taken as a genuine 'thank you' or a statement reeking of sarcasm.
"What is that supposed to mean? Because that was not a compliment."
It can mean whatever you want it to mean, she thought. Ok, Elsa, you're getting mad again. Lockdown. Lockdown. Elsa looked directly at her father but said nothing in reply.
After about thirty seconds of neither of them saying anything, Agdar left Elsa's room, and Elsa said, "Make sure Anna gets her cake," as he left.
She sealed the door shut with ice the second her father left. I'd rather be alone than have an awkward conversation like that again. And I don't want that window being replaced, either.
That afternoon, Anna stuffed a note under Elsa's door that said, "Hi Elsa, I don't know if you're still mad at me or not, but thanks for the cake. Mom and Dad wouldn't confirm that you made it, but I'm sure you did anyway. It was yummy! Love, Anna."
Elsa couldn't deny feeling delighted when she received that note, emotions lockout or no.
The snow outside kept piling up over the next few days because it never warmed up enough for it to melt. Elsa took to scooping up all the snow off her windowsill and the part of the ledge she could reach, and bringing it into her room. Because the window was still missing, the natural temperature in Elsa's room stayed just above freezing and the snow did not melt. Elsa did not mind the cold temperature; she couldn't feel it anyway. In fact, the only reason she knew it was cold in her room was because the snow from outside didn't melt. She had no idea why she loved the snow from outdoors so much; after all, she hated the things her powers made most of the time. Except for the ice-fasteners. I do like those. I guess I like the natural snow because it's the pretty version of the messes I always make; I don't know. Now that it was winter and everything outside was covered in snow anyway, Elsa felt much more at ease with herself and her powers. If she made a mistake and lost control, it wasn't noticeable.
Late Christmas Eve night, Elsa decided she would give herself a present for Christmas. She'd go outside in the courtyard, just once, just for a little while. If I lose control outside, no one will notice. The natural ice and snow will cover it up. Elsa leaned out the window. There was still the problem that she was high above the ground, far too high to jump down. How do I get down? There's snow on the ground, but it's still not soft enough to make it safe to just jump down…wait, I know exactly what to do. It's risky, but…
Elsa stopped leaning out the window and came back into her room. Do I dare? If I mess up… "It'll be fine because there's already a ton of snow out there," she said aloud, trying to convince herself. Ok, Elsa, let's do this. Test it first to make sure you can, though. She slipped off her gloves and tried to make a small pile of snow in the corner. It came out much bigger than she had intended, but it didn't overtake her room or anything. That was good enough for her. She'd take what she could get. Before Elsa could convince herself that this was a risky, terrible idea, she leaned out the window again and purposely made a large mound of snow on the ground directly below her window. Elsa climbed out the window and dropped straight down into the snow mound. It worked, it worked, it worked! Except now I'm half-buried in my own snow pile. Oops. Still, I don't care; I got down here safely without getting caught. She dug her way out of the pile and glanced around the dark courtyard. I haven't been down here for eight years… It still looked exactly as she remembered, though.
Remembering what her dream-self would do usually, Elsa slipped off her shoes and went barefoot. The snow had a pleasant crunchy-but-powdery sensation to her. I love it out here. She was in her element, except, as Elsa liked to say, "Water in any form isn't an element! It's a compound." Figurative element, I mean, she thought. Elsa rolled three snowballs and made a snowman, which ended up reminding her of Anna and their playtime so long ago in the ballroom when they had made a snowman and called him Olaf. I wish I could be out here with Anna instead of by myself. No you don't; you might freeze her. Yes I do! SHE'S MY SISTER! Elsa retorted to the nasty voice in her head. I shouldn't wish that, but I do. Emotions on lockdown. Emotions on lockdown.
Elsa decided to test her creative skills and build an igloo. I'm not using my powers; I'll do it the normal way, she thought. That couldn't harm anything. Besides, Elsa had realized that for some reason, she felt perfectly at home in the natural snowy environment. She did not feel like she was stuffing a part of herself away into oblivion like she usually did when she was trying to control her powers. She was just there. She was just Elsa, not Elsa-the-girl-with-the-uncontrollable-ice-powers. When her snow building/structure thing was finished (it did NOT look like a traditional igloo, Elsa noted), she surveyed her handiwork. It was a far cry from her dream building, but it was pretty cool nonetheless. Yep, definitely cool. In both ways, Elsa thought.
Elsa was thinking she had better go inside soon and was wondering how to get back up to her room when she heard the castle's main entrance doors open. She did the only thing she could think of. Elsa dove out of sight into her snow building and peeked out a crack in the wall. It's Anna! What is she doing out here so late? I would have thought she was fussing at Mom and Dad to let her open her Christmas presents tonight instead of waiting for tomorrow morning. Elsa pushed snow over the entrance to her little building so Anna wouldn't come inside.
"Oh wow, it looks like fairies visited!" Anna exclaimed. "Wait, I'm way too old to think fairies really exist."
Elsa giggled to herself inside her hiding spot.
"Big fairies, evidently. There are footprints made by bare feet all over the place out here…" Now Anna sounded puzzled. "These prints look people-sized!"
Elsa bit her lip. Why did I do that?! Nobody but me would have gone traipsing through the snow with bare feet. And I think I left my shoes somewhere out there…
Sure enough, a moment later Elsa heard Anna say, "Someone's out here, and I think it's a girl around my age! Come out, wherever you are! I've got your shoes, crazy person who is evidently going barefoot in the snow!"
Elsa was torn between being horrified or rolling with laughter. Maybe both, she thought. If she was caught out here, it would only make trouble for her, but Anna's words made her feel like cracking up laughing. She watched through the crack as Anna inspected the outside of the snow building.
"Aha, I found the entrance. Hmm, I wonder why it was covered up…hey, wait a second, I know exactly who's out here," Anna said. A girl close to my age; a closed-off entrance…it's Elsa! Who else could be in the castle courtyard anyway?
Elsa scooted as far away from the entrance as she could. I'm going to get caught…Anna's going to want to know why I'm out here…she's going to want to know why I'm barefoot…argh! And it's still not safe for her to be around me. SafER than in the summer, yes, but I'm still not completely in control.
Anna stuck her head inside Elsa's hideout. Although she had been fairly certain it was Elsa, she was still shocked to see her sister inside. "Elsa, what on earth are you doing out here with no shoes on IN THE SNOW?!" she blurted. Elsa isn't even shivering… Anna was puzzled. Elsa was sitting in the far corner of the snow building wearing nothing but her navy blue dress. She wasn't wearing a coat or hat. And she was barefoot and not wearing any gloves or mittens. But Elsa didn't seem to be cold at all; she had slightly rosy cheeks, but that was it. "Um, Elsa, aren't you cold?"
Elsa shook her head and clasped her hands close to her chest. Anna, I'm actually happy you're here, but you need to get away from me, just in case. Winter might make me more at ease about my powers, but I'm still certainly not completely in control…Emotions on lockdown.
"How can you be sitting in the snow with no shoes, coat, hat, or mittens and not be cold?! Come on Elsa, that's just weird and crazy…"
A hurt expression flashed across Elsa's face for a moment. Emotions on lockdown. Emotions on lockdown. You don't have a reason to be upset anyway, Elsa. Anna didn't mean anything by saying that. She wasn't trying to pick on you. Sitting in the snow barefoot without a coat IS weird to normal people.
Anna looked expectantly at Elsa, waiting for an answer, but she didn't invade Elsa's personal space by moving closer to her. She remembered how Elsa was scared of being touched for some reason, so she stayed with her head stuck in Elsa's little structure.
Elsa stayed sitting in the corner and said nothing. Anna, go away. I know you came out here to build a snowman or something. Don't waste your playtime on me. She looked down at her bare hands and wished she'd brought her gloves outside, even though she didn't mind the cold, couldn't even feel it, really.
"Elsa, do…do…do you wanna build a snowman with me?" Anna asked.
Elsa flicked her eyes toward Anna in surprise. Anna wants to do something with me? The last she "heard" was that I was mad at her. She nodded in reply but didn't make any move to leave the little snow structure.
"You do?!" Anna exclaimed happily, then paused when she noticed Elsa didn't seems to be budging from her spot at all. "Elsa…are you coming?"
Elsa shook her head in reply. I can't. It's not safe…
"I thought you said-nodded-that you'd build a snowman with me!" Anna watched as Elsa seemed to withdraw farther into herself and her thoughts. Wait, I think she meant she WANTED to, not that she actually would… "Elsa, will you build a snowman with me?"
Wait! Slow down! …dead silence… You're ok, Anna, I got you. … This is getting out of hand. Elsa, what have you done? Elsa's mind replayed the accident in her head.
Anna frowned. Her sister was staring into space, not really seeing anything except whatever was going on in her head. What's eating her? It's like Elsa is here, but her mind isn't. "Elsa! What's wrong?"
Elsa snapped back to reality at the sound of Anna's voice. I can't build a snowman with Anna. It's too dangerous. I shouldn't even be out here. She spoke to Anna for the first time since they'd been outside. "I do want to, but I just can't." Elsa's voice sounded plaintive.
Well, I got Elsa to talk to me anyways, Anna thought. "Then I'll sit with you in here till you change your mind." Anna crawled inside Elsa's hideout and sat as far away from Elsa as she could, remembering Elsa didn't like anyone getting too close to her.
Elsa gave Anna the tiniest hint of a smile. She doesn't hate me. "Don't…waste your playtime on me. You go build a snowman by yourself. I'll just stay in here and watch you." I shouldn't be talking to Anna. The whole cycle with the knocking and 'why' questions will start up again. But I can't ignore her…and I really really don't want to, either… Elsa decided she would make an exception since it was Christmas Eve. She'd deal with the consequences later.
"C'mon Elsa, I'm not doing that. I'd feel like a jerk, playing around building a snowman while you sit in here by yourself. By the way, this thing you built is awesome! Way better than the snow forts I usually make. It's so big and kinda detailed," Anna said. "Where'd you get the idea for it?"
"A dream." Elsa's expression was wistful as she laid a hand on the snowy wall next to her. I wish it was real. That I could really, truly control it. That Anna built that huge icy building with me. That we were alone on the North Mountain together.
"Elsa, can you puh-lease tell me how you're touching the snow with your bare hand while sitting in the snow with no shoes or coat and you're not cold?! If you tell me, I'll tell you a secret!"
Elsa thought for a while before finally answering, "Natural immunity…the cold doesn't really bother me." Did I reveal too much? Nobody is immune to the cold like I am…
To Elsa's surprise, Anna accepted that without question. "Cool!" Then Anna whispered conspiratorially, "Pun intended."
Elsa smiled at her sister. "I like puns."
"Me too. My secret is that I sometimes sneak extra chocolate from the kitchen and dining hall and hoard it in my room." Anna moved a bit closer to Elsa, hoping maybe she wouldn't mind if Anna moved closer gradually.
"Don't come any closer!" Elsa's smile disappeared as she tried to scoot farther away from Anna; but Elsa was already sitting in the corner and there was no place for her to go. Elsa curled into a ball as she pulled her knees to her chest, making herself as small as possible. You didn't bring those dumb gloves outside, Elsa. You can't make a mistake out here. You can't hurt Anna. Conceal, don't feel; conceal, don't feel…
Anna moved back to her original spot at Elsa's reaction. "I'm sorry, Elsa. I didn't mean to…to scare you or make you uncomfortable." But WHAT on earth is she so afraid of?
"Don't apologize because of my behavior, Anna. Never do that," Elsa said firmly. She has no reason to apologize to me. I shouldn't be scared of being near her.
They sat in silence for the next minute or so. Then Anna broke the silence by saying, "Elsa, I think I have an idea. You said you wanted to build a snowman with me, but you can't/won't/etc 'cause you don't want to get too close to anyone. So…how's this? We can each make part of the body by ourselves. Then we can each roll half of the third ball. Ta-da, we make a snowman together and you don't have to get anywhere near me!"
"You'd really do that with me?" Elsa searched Anna's face for any sign that she was kidding, but Anna looked a hundred percent sincere. Anna's not kidding. I don't think I could stand it if she was. She really wants to do that with me!
Anna watched in delight as Elsa's face went from surprised to questioning to relieved to excited. "Yeah, of course I will! C'mon! I'll help sneak you back inside too, 'cause I know you aren't supposed to be out here."
I practically forgot about that problem of getting back inside. Thanks, Anna. Elsa smiled. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Anna crawled out of Elsa's snowy structure and waited for her to follow.
"May I make the bottom?" Elsa asked when they were both out.
"Sure." Anna watched as Elsa rolled the bottom part of their snowman together. "Good grief, Elsa, it's making me cold just to look at you!"
Elsa glanced down at her bare feet and wiggled her toes. "I'm sorry? I'm really, honestly not cold though." She finished rolling the snowball before saying, "Ok, your turn." Elsa stayed several feet away from Anna while Anna rolled the middle part of their snowman. This is so much fun. Best. Christmas present. Ever. Time with Anna!
"Now you do half of the head and I'll do the other half!" Anna said. Elsa started making the head, and Anna added, "Let's call our snowman Olaf like we did when we were little."
Elsa stopped rolling the snowball in shock. Anna remembers that?! Wait…she thinks we built Olaf outside with natural snow instead of with my snow in the ballroom. That's what it is. Elsa didn't realize she was adding snow to the ball herself now.
Anna squinted at Elsa's hands and the snowball. "Elsa…I could swear that snowball seems bigger than it did a few seconds ago and you didn't move an inch…"
I was making snow just now! Oops, big oops. Get it together, Elsa. Control it. Conceal, don't feel; conceal, don't feel… "Maybe you misjudged the size," Elsa said. "Your turn now anyway."
"Yeah, I guess so." Anna finished rolling the head and stuck it on their snowman. "Hey, we don't have any eyes or mouth or nose!"
"Just draw the eyes and mouth on. I'll get us a nose," Elsa replied. She waited until Anna was paying attention to their snowman; then Elsa ran over to the courtyard wall and jumped up, trying to pull an icicle down. Shoot, I can't reach them. Wait, maybe I can get us an icicle…no, Elsa, you can't do that. Why not? It's just an icicle! Just ONE! You might lose control…no I won't, not this time. Besides, even if I do, it's already quite snow-covered out here… She turned to see Anna lying in the snow making snow angels. Elsa turned her back on Anna and formed an icicle in her palms. Well, it's a little big, but it'll do. She ran back to their snowman and stuck the icicle she'd made where a carrot would usually go. "How's that, Anna?"
Anna jumped up from her snow angel and looked at their snowman. "Cool! Where'd you get the icicle?"
"By the wall…" Elsa said, thinking that yes, she had gotten it over by the wall, but it was NOT off the wall like Anna thought.
Anna ran behind the snowman and said, "Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!"
Elsa tried to keep herself from laughing or crying, but she couldn't. She did both. So much for the emotions lockdown. I'm happy and sad right now. That's an improvement over feeling emotionally empty or depressed, anyways. "I used to say that when we made Olafs when we were little…"
"Yeah, you did. What happened to us, Elsa? We were so close, and then everything just…fell apart. I miss you so much. The old you that snuck down to the kitchen to eat ice cream or chocolate with me late at night. The you that was actually…happy and animated. The you that wasn't terrified of people touching her. I hate seeing you all scared and depressed…" Anna trailed off. "Like even now, you don't look completely happy. You're also worried and upset about something. Can't I help you fix the problem?"
Elsa shook her head. I miss the old me too. The eight-year-old me that was naïve and didn't know that she was a dangerous little freak. The me that hadn't almost killed her sister. Growing up and gaining more knowledge stinks some-no, most of the time. And how on earth does Anna know how I feel? Am I that bad at concealing my emotions? "You can't help, Anna. It's…something I have to deal with alone. I told you before, there's something wrong with me that can't be cured. I'm defective. Oh, and one more thing…how do know how I feel, Anna?"
Anna just stared at Elsa. "Elsa. Even if there was something wrong with you that can't be cured, which I still don't believe in the least, that doesn't make you 'defective'. You're still my sister, and I care about you, no matter what is or isn't wrong with you. And you really want to know how I can tell how you feel? It's your eyes. They betray you every time. You might look totally unreadable apart from that, but your eyes show your real feelings. I don't think anyone else could read you though, in case you're wondering. Not unless they catch on or are INSANELY good at reading people."
Anna, I am defective. The crown princess of Arendelle is not supposed to have ice powers she can't control. It's absurdly weird to have ice powers in the first place. It'd be ok, I suppose, if I knew how to control it, but I don't. And Anna can read my emotions from my eyes?! It's a good thing I don't mind letting my true self show to her. I hope Mom and Dad can't read me like that. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better," Elsa finally replied.
"Trying to? I failed then, didn't I…" Anna's voice trailed off in disappointment.
"You will NOT say you failed at anything, Princess Anna of Arendelle! This is my problem, not yours. It is not your fault. You will not blame yourself for the way I behave. You will not regret your actions regarding things beyond your control, EVER. You will not insult yourself for anything. You will not change your identity to match people's expectations." Elsa spoke with a regal authority beyond her sixteen years. I will make sure my sister doesn't ever become a failure like me. Anna will be perfect. But she'll be perfect AND stay true to herself and her personality. She will not try to be perfect by others' austere standards. She will be perfect just by being herself, even if I can't and will never be able to.
Anna took a step backwards. She was surprised at how assertive and commanding her sister sounded all of a sudden. Big change from the scared and upset Elsa that was here a minute ago… Anna gave a nervous giggle. "Well, I can see why you're Crown Princess Elsa of Arendelle. You'll be a great queen when you're a grownup someday." Wait…did Elsa say those things because she wishes she could follow through with them? Yeah, I think she did…Elsa, I'll do my best to take those words to heart. I wish you would tell me why you can't do those things yourself, though. Because to be quite honest, those are instructions Mom and Dad should have told us. But no…hey wait! "Changing your identity to match people's expectations"?! That's what Elsa is trying to do to herself? Anna was suddenly very, very angry at her parents. They were the only ones Elsa could be trying to do something like that for. How dare they make Elsa want to change who she is! I still don't know what her real issue is, but that's awful… Anna decided she would have to have a talk with her parents about the whole thing, once she figured out how to keep from getting Elsa in trouble for talking to her.
That's a highly debatable point, me being a great queen. I think I'd be ok as a leader if I didn't have ice powers I can't control, but with them like I am today and always will be? I'll probably send Arendelle to its Waterloo the first time I have to meet dignitaries from other countries… "Anna, have you heard of the Battle of Waterloo or the expression 'met its Waterloo'?" Elsa asked.
Anna frowned. "Yeah. That's when and where Napoleon got his butt kicked by the British and Prussians. Why do you ask?"
Elsa rolled her eyes at Anna's amusing explanation. "Right. I think I…I might send Arendelle to its Waterloo if/when I'm queen. You should be heir apparent, not me." Maybe I should abdicate in Anna's favor when the time comes…
"Are…are you implying you would want to abdicate or something?!" Anna asked, puzzled.
Elsa slowly nodded.
"Elsa, that is the stupidest idea I've ever heard. I do NOT want to be Queen of Arendelle! That's your job! I don't have all the knowledge and smarts you have on political stuff. I'm quite certain you've read tons of information on that sort of thing. To be quite honest, I'm not interested either! I'd probably ruin Arendelle by importing too much chocolate or something," Anna said.
Elsa couldn't help laughing at Anna's final sentence. She could see it now-Queen Anna importing more chocolate than anything else, making all the citizens live on chocolate or something and everyone going sugar crazy. "I should hope you'd have more sense than to have our people living on chocolate."
"Mmm, that doesn't sound so bad," Anna said, rubbing her tummy. "I love chocolate!"
"Anna, in all seriousness though, promise me you'll read some of the political books and documents, and some books on government and whatnot that are in the castle library. Please," Elsa replied.
"Ok, I will if it's so important to you," Anna said. "But you are not abdicating! You're supposed to be queen, not me. I'm just the spare."
"As future queen, I order you not to insult yourself by calling yourself 'just a spare'," Elsa said firmly. "You are not 'just a spare'. You are second in line for the throne of Arendelle, and you should be first in line. If I ever become queen, I will need your help…a lot of help…" Elsa glanced up at the windows of the castle. They had been outside for a long time now, and Elsa was afraid they were going to get caught. "And Anna…if your offer to help sneak me back inside is still on, I think we should go in. It's really, really late." I hope Anna has a good plan, because I'm going to be in huge trouble if anyone finds out I was out here.
A/N:Next chapter coming soon.:)