A/N: Thanks to everyone who's followed/favorited and/or is reading but not reviewing!:)
Lindstrom-Yeah, too bad no one listens to her.:/ I like to think Anna might be impulsive and silly sometimes, but she does have good sense about her, if you know what I mean.:) Elsa...uh, she seriously should listen to Anna.:( Anyway...:P
princessdianaofparadiseisland-Lol, you actually told me you couldn't wait till their parents die, sis.;) Which is understandable...:P
On to the story!:)
A few months later, Elsa gazed out her still-missing window. That was one thing she had managed to keep from happening. She liked having the outside air and weather come in. All winter, she enjoyed seeing and touching the natural snow. Now it was almost spring, and most of the snow outdoors had melted. Elsa was very disappointed. No, I'm not disappointed. I feel nothing. Nevertheless, no matter what Elsa tried to make herself think the last couple days, the fact that winter was almost over was disappointing to her.
But today, Elsa felt like something was going to happen soon. Something with the weather. And not spring. Elsa was first afraid that she had done something to the weather, but she was certain she hadn't. Besides, even if she had, wouldn't whatever it was have happened already? Elsa's powers responded immediately to her emotions, and she could always 'tell' when she had done something or not. But now…Elsa thought she was crazy for thinking it, but she was pretty sure she was somehow feeling something in the air. Something that told her a heavy blizzard was coming. Elsa felt antsy, jumpy, and restless. She could feel something swirling inside her, an internal storm, so to speak. The 'internal storm' was actually always there; but now it felt, well, agitated, not suppressed into nothing as it usually did. And the agitated feeling was not because her emotions were agitated. Elsa just somehow knew it had something to do with the weather, even though this had never happened to her before. Are my powers making me forecast the weather somehow? Like how animals can know when it's about to rain, kind of? She shook her head. Come on, Elsa, that's silly. But what if it isn't? What if I'm right? I should tell someone.
Elsa quickly decided against telling anyone when she realized that the whole idea that she could 'feel' the upcoming weather was ludicrous. And it was more than a little likely that she would end up being blamed for the out of season snowstorm if she predicted its occurrence. Elsa had no idea if she was capable of producing a wide-range snowstorm, but she certainly didn't want to find out. Still…maybe I could drop a hint to Anna or something. She wouldn't rat on me if I specifically asked her not to. But I'm forbidden to have any contact with her…and it's better for Anna if I don't. Yet I haven't replied to her for a long time now and she does still give me notes and stuff…I think it'd be okay. Elsa solidified her idea. She would drop a hint to Anna in a note under the door next time Anna left her one. Actually, no; she would say something aloud so she wouldn't be sticking Anna with having to worry about disposing of the evidence that Elsa had said anything to her.
When Elsa heard Anna's footsteps coming down the hall (she could easily tell the sounds of her sister's gait from anyone else's), she went over to her door and gave the loudest whisper she dared. "Anna! Anna, I have to tell you something!"
For a moment Anna was completely bewildered as to where that voice was coming from, but she quickly realized it was Elsa. She hasn't replied to me for months. Why now all of a sudden? Not that I'm complaining… "Elsa?" Anna quickly pushed her note for Elsa under the door.
"Thank you, Anna." Elsa picked up the note and then began speaking quickly as she said, "Anna, I think there's a blizzard coming. You have to warn Mom and Dad so they'll have supplies and whatnot ready." Come on, Anna, please believe me…
"Elsa, practically all the snow outside is melted. Why would you think there's going to be a blizzard now all of a sudden?" Anna sounded puzzled.
"I don't know; I can just feel it somehow. Please believe me! Just…don't tell our parents I'm the one that tipped you off, okay?" Elsa asked.
"I won't rat on you," Anna promised.
"Thank you, Anna. Please warn them…please…" Her work done by telling Anna, Elsa turned away from the closed door and returned to the window seat. Talking to Anna made Elsa feel, and she was not going to do that any more. Emotions cause trouble. They make bad things happen. And in my case, that means freezing things and potentially becoming that destructive girl from that dream. So no emotions, Elsa. Elsa could hear Anna still talking on the other side of the door, but she forced herself to zone out and ignore her sister. Goodbye, Anna.
"Elsa? Elsa, c'mon, please answer again! I still don't get why you'd think there's a blizzard coming all of a sudden…Elsa?" Elsa's not gonna reply anymore…she gave me the warning and now she's totally done talking…ok, then. Anna was confused by Elsa's warning. How on earth could her sister innately know a blizzard was coming? Elsa had to be just being paranoid…right? But Elsa didn't particularly sound freaked out. She just sounded concerned that we wouldn't be ready for an unexpected snowstorm. I don't know if Elsa is right or not, but Elsa definitely believes there is a blizzard coming. I'm gonna warn Mom and Dad, but I don't think they're going to believe me. To ward off any suspicion that Elsa had given Anna the tip-off, Anna waited until dinner to say anything. "Mom, Dad, I've got something important to say."
"And what might that be?"
"That there's a blizzard coming," Anna replied.
"That there's a what coming?!" Agdar asked.
"A blizzard," Anna repeated.
"Anna, why would you think there is a blizzard coming now?" Idun asked.
Anna remembered what Elsa had told her, so she answered, "I don't know; I can just feel it, I guess." I'm not ratting on Elsa. Just…no.
"Wait, did Elsa give you that idea?"
Anna made a face. "Why would you think Elsa gave me that idea? I haven't seen her for months!" Well, I haven't seen her…so not a lie.
"I know, honey, but it's for your own good and hers."
Forget the blizzard topic; now Anna was mad. "DON'T CALL ME HONEY IF YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME THAT! That is not good for me and it certainly isn't good for Elsa! You're going to make her go crazy staying in one room all the time! She's gonna get psych-psychlo-psychlogicly disturbed or something!" Uh, I still didn't say that word right. Psycho-psycholog-psychologically. Yeah, that's it! "Psychologically, I mean."
"Table manners, Anna."
"Don't care," Anna huffed, purposely putting her elbow on the table and then loudly slurping her milk. "Was that better?"
"No, it was not. Anna, you know better than that. If you can't behave properly at the dinner table, then go upstairs to your room."
"Shan't." Anna was hit with an ingenious idea. She'd use bad table manners on purpose until her parents let Elsa out of her room! It was foolproof, right? Mom and Dad can't stand bad table manners. It'll have to work sooner or later! "I'm going to keep using yucky table manners till you let Elsa leave her room."
"Anna, don't be ridiculous."
"I'msh not beingsh ridiculoush," Anna answered with her mouth full. She swallowed before adding, "I promise I'll stop the second Elsa gets to leave her room."
Agdar and Idun traded glances. "Anna, Elsa cannot leave her room. Stop eating like that."
Anna shook her head. Uh-uh! You let Elsa out. Then I stop. So there.
"Anna, go upstairs to your room."
"Ok. I'm finished eating anyway. What about the blizzard?"
"Anna, there is no blizzard coming. Don't worry yourself with that. It was probably your imagination."
Anna rolled her eyes, earning herself another glare, before heading out of the dining hall and running upstairs. She wrote a quick note to Elsa and stuffed it under her door.
Elsa picked up Anna's note. "They didn't believe me. I'm sorry, Elsa; I tried. The good news is that I didn't tell on you, just like I promised. Love, Anna." Elsa frowned before stuffing the note into the drawer where she kept the rest of the things Anna had stuffed under her door. Well, I guess that's that. Anna and I tried. If something happens, it will not be my fault. Not this time. There isn't anything else I can do.
A few days later, the blizzard Elsa had predicted hit in all its wintery fury right after Elsa woke up. Oddly enough, Elsa actually felt calmer now. The internal storm within her had settled mostly. Why do I feel calmer now and there's a storm raging outside? I'm backwards. Twisted. It should be the opposite. "But it's not. I gave the warning and no one listened. Not my fault. Not this time." Elsa stood tall in front of her window, watching the snow whistle past outside. The direction the wind was blowing made it so that Elsa's window was parallel with the wind. She put her hands on her hips and smiled. That's not my storm. It doesn't bother me. I'm not upset. I'm not scared. I'm just here. Elsa still wondered what exactly had let her know the storm was coming. It's so weird…I know it has to have something to do with my powers, but what? I have no idea…
Elsa's musings were interrupted by a loud rhythmic banging on her door. Anna? That's her signature knock, but she never bangs on my door like that…oh, she must have done that because of the howling wind outside. But Anna wrote months ago that she was forbidden to do that… Elsa hoped very much that no one was nearby. Both she and Anna would be sure to get in trouble otherwise.
"Elsa, you were right about the blizzard!" Anna said loudly. "That is so cool! Pun intended!"
Elsa grinned on the other side of the door, but she was still nervous Anna was going to get them both in trouble. She ran to her desk and grabbed several pieces of paper and a pen. "It's more than cool-it's icy! I guess I WAS right about the blizzard, wasn't I? I'm sorry I yelled at you back at Christmas about the whole ICEolation thing. (Genuine apology. Pun intended.:)) Anna, let's trade notes back and forth for a few minutes. Just be ready to leave in a hurry in case someone comes by. Your sister, Elsa." Elsa shoved the note under the door before really thinking about whether this was a good idea or not.
Anna was surprised to see a paper appear on her side out in the hall. She giggled and said, "Be right back." Anna ran to her room and came back with a pen.
Elsa waited impatiently inside her room, tapping her foot. Elsa, this was a Very. Bad. Idea. Now you and Anna are going to get in humongous trouble. "Not if we don't get caught, though," she said aloud. A minute later, the note she'd pushed under the door to Anna appeared back under the door with a reply from Anna added to it. "It's ok, Elsa. I know you don't stay in there entirely of your own choice. You have a good sense of humor! The ice-olation joke was funny, but it's also way too literal. You shouldn't have to stay in there all the time. I'm doing something to try to convince Mom and Dad to let you come out. I've got my hightail-it-away feet on. We won't get caught. Love, Anna." Elsa smiled in a half-sad, half-happy way and wrote her reply.
Anna made a face as she read Elsa's reply. "No, Anna, it's not okay. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't shut you out. But I feel like I can't do anything else. I'm trying to keep you safe, but I keep messing up. Anna, I feel like I'm a failure. I don't deserve a friend like you. Why do you still write notes to me? To someone who ignores you? I don't know what you're doing to try to convince Mom & Dad about that, but don't do it. They won't change their minds, and it really isn't safe for you to be around me." Elsa had tried to cross out certain parts, but Anna could still read what it said. She's given up on trying to change things. She really believes this whole stupid arrangement is for our own good… Anna quickly scribbled out her reply.
"Elsa, you're right; you shouldn't shut me out, but it's not really your fault. I think Mom & Dad brainwashed you into thinking this arrangement is for our own good. It's NOT, Elsa. You're going to get psychlogicly (I KNOW that's spelled wrong) disturbed or something from staying cooped up all the time. It's not good for you. Like when we were outside Christmas Eve and you, like, flashbacked to something unpleasant…that shouldn't happen. And I miss you! You DO deserve a friend, Elsa. I still write notes to you because YOU'RE MY SISTER! You can stay locked in there forever and I will still do that. Love ('CAUSE YOU DESERVE IT), Anna." Elsa began crying as she read Anna's reply. She scribbled a reply that only said 'Thank you for everything Anna', and pushed it back under the door. I'm probably already cuckoo. Anna's right. She knows more about me than I gave her credit for. Why is it that my little sister can tell I have problems dealing with…life, and Mom and Dad don't? Anna doesn't even know my real…issue. "It's because I don't mind if Anna knows how I really feel," she said out loud. "Because I can't trust anyone else."
Anna heard Elsa's words. "Elsa, do you always completely conceal your feelings around Mom and Dad?"
Elsa gave a start before realizing Anna must have overheard what she'd said. What have I got to lose? "I have to, Anna, for multiple reasons. It sounds awful, but I don't trust them," Elsa answered tearfully, although her voice also had a steely undertone to it. She struggled to verbally express the rest of her thoughts on the matter. I'm awful at explaining myself out loud… "I've had plenty of time to…consider things in here. I don't know if Mom and Dad have our best interests at heart or not. I can't think of a better arrangement, because it IS true that I'm…defective, and can't be around people. But I keep thinking there has to be a better w-" Elsa figuratively froze when she heard another voice in the hallway. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. And Anna's got our conversation. I'd be mortified if Dad reads that. I gotta get it back. Destroy it before he reads it. But the door's locked… That noisy storm outside is what kept me from hearing someone coming soon enough…
"What are you doing sitting in front of your sister's room?" Agdar asked.
Anna thought quickly. "Um, I was just…looking at the snowflake and flower pattern on Elsa's door. It's really…interesting! Yeah!" Crummiest excuse ever! That's the best I could come up with?!
Inside her room, Elsa decided she was just going to break the lock open again. She'd rather get in trouble for that rather than have her father read the things on that paper. Elsa took a deep breath before slipping her glove off and freezing the lock open. Elicit calm, Elsa. I am not scared. I am not upset. I am just here. She put her glove back on, flung the door open, and saw two shocked faces in the hall. Anna because 'Oh, wow, Elsa opened the door!'; and her father because that door had been locked on the outside. Elsa made her mind dismiss her father's disapproving look; and she looked at Anna meaningfully, hoping Anna got the message. Our conversation, Anna. Give me the paper, please.
Anna got the message, but a second too late. Anna tried to stealthily hand the paper to Elsa, but Anna's 'stealthy' wasn't very stealthy.
"Elsa, Anna…what is on that paper?" Agdar asked sternly.
There was no point in trying to get out of it now. They were caught red-handed. "A conversation," Elsa answered reluctantly.
"A private conversation," Anna added. "So we want it back!"
Elsa clasped her hands behind her back. In her most polite voice, she said, "I would very much like to have that paper back, please." I knew I shouldn't have tried to 'talk' to Anna. Now we're both going to be in huge trouble.
"What were you two discussing that you don't want anyone to read?"
"Da-ad! It's just a private, sisterly, girl conversation! You wouldn't be interested," Anna said. "You know, like just…stuff." Anna took one glance at her sister and knew she'd have to be the one to get the paper back. Elsa's scared and upset again. And she'll be embarrassed if Dad reads what she wrote on that paper.
"I would really like that paper back…unread," Elsa said quietly. "Or just give it to Anna." Dad, please don't read it. It's stuff I don't want anyone but Anna to know.
Agdar looked from one girl to the other. He looked at the paper and managed to read the first few lines before Anna had lunged for the paper and crunched it into a ball in her fist.
Elsa sent Anna a thank-you glance before realizing that although their dad hadn't read all of it; he'd definitely seen the first part. Which was about Elsa predicting the blizzard. Great. Just great. Not. Well, as long as Anna hangs around, Dad won't start blaming me for it anyways, I guess.
"Anna, you said your sister didn't give you the idea that a blizzard was coming. Evidently she did. You lied."
"I said I hadn't seen Elsa in months," Anna replied instantly.
"You were being purposely misleading, Anna! And you, Elsa…why did you tell Anna that? You know you're not supposed to have any contact with her."
Elsa closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and saying, "I did what I had to do. Although evidently it did not matter, since you didn't believe Anna when she warned you." I'm in so much trouble. I'm going to get blamed for this…I just know it.
"Anna, go to your room and stay there until further notice."
"Don't treat Anna the same way you treat me!" Elsa burst out. Anna doesn't need to stay in her room too. "She isn't…defective like I am. Let her be. I…initiated the conversation today. It's my fault, not hers."
"Elsa, no! I don't think either of us did anything wrong, but if we're going to put a 'fault' on it, it's both of us. Not just you. I wrote back to you, too," Anna said. "And stop calling yourself defective!" She reached to give Elsa a hug, but Elsa stepped backwards out of reach.
Elsa wished with all her heart that Anna would just shut up. Didn't she realize Elsa was trying to keep Anna from getting punished for nothing? But no; headstrong Anna wouldn't listen. I'm trying to catch you some slack, Anna. I know I'm already going to be in huge trouble anyhow, so I may as well get you off the hook in the process. That way at least I'll know YOU'RE not in trouble…
"Anna, go to your room. I need to talk to your sister alone for a few minutes. I'll come speak with you later."
Anna bit her lip. What should she do? She didn't want to leave Elsa, but she'd probably get both of them in even more trouble if she stayed. "Hang in there, Elsa…I love you," Anna said, and sent Elsa a virtual hug before heading down the hall to her room.
Elsa let herself give Anna a small smile back before purposely returning to an unreadable expression. Dad's going to end up blaming me for the weather somehow…I just know it. She headed to the opposite side of the room and purposely stood near the still-missing window. Elsa did not want to talk to her father, or even be around him. She knew the air was probably freezing by the window and no one would want to be next to it, so she stayed near it as a deterrent.
"Elsa, you predicted this blizzard days ago. How did you do that?"
Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel. I can't lose control now, or Dad will really think I did this to the weather… "I don't know, honestly. I just felt it," Elsa replied.
"You mean you felt it because you made the storm on purpose. Elsa, this is way out of season. You predicted the storm's occurrence days in advance. Doesn't that seem suspicious to you?"
I knew it. "That storm is not mine. It's natural. I don't know how I knew it was coming. I just did. I have no idea if I could cause a widespread storm anyway," Elsa said.
"So you admit that it's possible that you could make a widespread snowstorm?"
"I don't know! But THIS storm is not mine. I think I'd know if I made that much…destruction or not. Think about this…why would I have warned Anna about the storm if I was going to do that on purpose?" Elsa asked.
"Well, I didn't expect you to admit it."
Elsa bit her tongue, wondering what to say. Dad doesn't believe me. He's convinced I did it. Nothing I say is going to change his mind.
"Does your silence mean you admit to being guilty?"
"It does not. It means that I know nothing I say is going to convince you of the truth-that I didn't do it," Elsa said flatly.
"You broke the lock again."
"I did. Due to an invasion of privacy." Elsa forced her voice to remain detached and neutral. I will not lose control. I won't.
"You admit you initiated a conversation with Anna?"
"I do. I do not, however, admit my actions were wrong," Elsa replied. I feel like I'm in a courtroom, about to be sentenced 'guilty'. Whatever, I don't care…
"What did you write on that paper that you didn't want anyone to read?"
"I do not wish to answer that question." I am not telling Dad about the…private things I told Anna. I wrote Anna my genuine feelings. I don't want anyone else knowing what those feelings are.
"Did you tell Anna about your powers?"
"No, I did not."
"What was it about then?"
"No comment." Elsa's feeling that she was being interrogated in a courtroom made her want to play up that aspect of the situation. I won't give Dad the satisfaction of getting me to answer anything in detail.
"Elsa, you need to answer."
"I did. No comment," she repeated.
"I guess I'll have to ask Anna then."
"I won't object." Anna won't rat on me, Elsa thought. She's probably burned that sheet of paper already, too.
"Elsa, what do you suggest I do about this breach of protocol?"
Elsa thought for a moment before replying, "I advocate that you do naught apropos this contravention of punctilio." There. I think Dad was being a little snarky at me with that question. That should let him know I recognized it and didn't like it. Although that was probably a bit overboard on my part with the weird vocabulary…
"Your response indicates you think fast on your feet."
"Much obliged." Come on, Elsa, just a little longer. You just have to convince Dad to leave and everything will be fine.
"Are we finished with this little lexicon divertissement, Elsa?"
"Indications appear negative as I did not effectuate it initially." Elsa actually did not mind the vocabulary exchange; the longer it went on, she wouldn't have to answer questions she wanted no part of. My vocabulary is one of the few things I know are good about me. I won't "lose" easily.
"You imply I commenced it?"
"The defense rests," Elsa answered, as if she were on the witness stand in court.
There was a long silence. Finally Elsa broke it by saying, "The discourse seems to have concluded. May I please have my room to myself again?" Dad, please leave. I'm tired of this feeling that I'm about to say something wrong. I probably have…
"Elsa, come with me downstairs."
Elsa immediately felt suspicious. "Why? You've never let me do that before."
"You're going to go outside and stop the storm."
Elsa was horrified but tried to keep from letting her face show it. The storm isn't mine! I can't do that! "I…can't do that. Even if it were my storm-which it isn't-I wouldn't know how."
"You haven't even tried, Elsa."
Elsa reluctantly followed her father out of her room, holding her head high and refusing to cry. This is useless. IT'S NOT MY STORM! If I try to do something to it, I'm just going to make it worse…
When they arrived at the main castle entrance, Elsa asked, "What am I supposed to do?! You know I can't unfreeze things. Especially things I didn't cause in the first place!"
"The reverse of whatever you did to make it."
"But I didn't make it!" Elsa cried. "I swear, it's NOT my storm!"
"Then how did you predict it?"
"I don't know." What am I going to do?
"Please get rid of the storm, Elsa. Any time would be nice."
Elsa gave up and reached for the door. I don't know what I'm going to do once I open that door… Elsa's hand shook as she grabbed the door handle and yanked the door open. She frowned into the swirling white outside. It was impossible to see more than about a foot in front of her. "I can't do anything to dispel this! I didn't make it!" Ice began spreading under Elsa's feet. Elsa, stop it. Conceal, don't feel. This isn't your fault.
"Would a trip downstairs convince you to fix it?"
Elsa frowned. "We are downst-" Then it hit her. Dad's talking about the dungeon. She felt like crying, but then she was angry a moment later. This storm was not her fault. She had not made it, and even if she had, she knew she wouldn't be able to get rid of it anyway. "You're talking about the dungeon. You want to put your own kid down there for something that isn't even her fault." Elsa's voice had a slight bitter edge to it. "That. Storm. Is. Not. Mine."
"Is that your last word?"
"I am not going down there," Elsa answered firmly.
"You are till the storm is gone."
"I beg to differ." Elsa turned and ran back towards the staircase as fast as her legs would carry her. You'll have to catch me first. I will not put up with that. Not for something I didn't even do. She took the stairs two at a time, raced down the hall, and darted into her room. Not a moment too soon, she tore her gloves off and froze the door shut just as she heard a bang on the door. Made it. I'm NEVER letting that door unfreeze again.
"Elsa, you froze the door shut."
Elsa didn't answer. She was horrified that her father would actually consider putting her down there. But mostly she was downright furious. It wasn't even for something that was my fault! It's not fair! And I got in all this trouble because I tried to do the right thing and give a warning about the snowstorm. Not only did no one believe me, I got blamed for making the storm myself! Well, I'm not going to try to warn anyone about a storm ever again. They can just find out when it arrives for all I care. Elsa began pacing back and forth, leaving icy footprints wherever she stepped. She was just so, so, mad. It wasn't fair! Well, at least Anna got away with that paper with our conversation on it. I hope she destroyed it.
Elsa was very glad she had a stash of food and chocolate in her room. She wouldn't have to try sneaking into the kitchen for a few days. Hopefully the blizzard would have ended by then and she wouldn't have to worry about getting found in the kitchen. She worried for a minute that her parents might use the secret passages to get into her room, but then remembered that she knew the passages much better than they did. I go in them all the time, so I can easily find my way around. If something like that did happen, I'll double back on paths and take a complicated route back in here. I'll be fine. Elsa took a piece of chocolate and concentrated on the pleasant taste instead of the storm problem.
Down the hall in Anna's room, Anna was still wondering what she should do with the paper with Elsa's and her conversation on it. She knew she should just get rid of it, but she really, really didn't want to throw away one of the few things she had from Elsa. Anna locked her door so no one would catch her trying to find a good hiding place. Let's see…not under my bed…not in the closet…ooh, how about in that little compartment in the dresser? That's perfect! Anna had discovered the secret drawer in her dresser when she was ten. Right now it contained nothing. In warmer months, there was often a temporary pet lizard or frog in it. But Anna would find some other place for her pets when she caught them. She wanted to keep that paper safe!
Anna smoothed out the paper and reread their conversation. Elsa thinks she's a failure…what did she mean by 'I'm trying to keep you safe, but I keep messing up'? Messing up what? I don't get it… And she thinks she doesn't deserve a friend? WHY? What is going on? I have to keep getting notes to her somehow. But we can't have a conversation again. Dad seemed to get more mad at her than me for that, even though we were equally to blame. Of course it didn't help that Elsa went and tried to take all the blame on purpose. Why would she do that?! "Wait…she did that because she thought she was going to get in big trouble anyway. So she just wanted to make sure that I didn't get punished for nothing too," Anna realized. Anna carefully slid out her bottom drawer all the way. Then she pulled the secret narrow drawer out from behind it and put the paper in it. In went the bottom drawer and the paper was hidden from sight. There. Nobody'll find it in there.
Anna jumped when she heard a knock on her door. "Go away, whoever's out there. I'm busy!"
"Anna, open the door."
Rats, it's Dad. Anna gave a somewhat mouthy reply. "You said I was supposed to go to my room till further notice."
"This is the further notice."
"Well, you already make one of your kids stay in her room all the time. So maybe I'll just stay in here too, since it's so good for Elsa. I'm 'growing up and know my responsibilities'. Not," Anna replied. Ok, that was probably a little too rude. I should stop…
"Anna, if you don't open the door, then you won't get any chocolate for a month."
"I could always sneak down to the kitchen and get some." Anna really did not want to risk losing chocolate for a whole month, but she'd rather give up chocolate than give up Elsa's and her conversation paper. Yeah, I did hide it, but I don't want to risk anyone finding it.
"What did you do with that paper you and your sister had?"
"She has a name, and it's Elsa! Crown Princess Elsa of Arendelle!" Anna almost shouted. "And Dad, why are you so concerned about that paper? Anyway, I haven't got it." Well, I don't "have" it…I'm not holding it…
"You…don't have it. Ok, where is it and what did you do with it?"
Anna bit her lip. That's it. I'm fibbing. She crossed her fingers behind her back before saying, "I tore it up in little pieces and threw it in the fire so no one could read it."
"Oh…"
"Yeah, it's destroyed into ashes and you can't read it! So there!" Anna added for emphasis, feeling slightly bad for lying but not enough to not do it.
"Anna…you didn't destroy that paper. Open the door please."
Anna glanced toward her messy dresser and made sure everything was in place. Luckily there was already a fire going in her fireplace. Then she opened the door. "See? No paper!"
"Anna. Where is the paper?"
"I told you; I don't have it anymore!" Anna flopped on her bed and watched her father look around the room. I think the paper is safe.
"No chocolate till you tell the truth about that paper."
"Fine." Anna did have a secret hoard of chocolate in her room. That would last her awhile.
A/N: To make things clear, Elsa does NOT know about the 'special cell' exactly. (I'm so not having her find out about that.) I'll explain exactly what Elsa knows in the next chapter.:)
Yes, Elsa can predict storms. Picture how we can 'smell' rain except much stronger and more definite.
Next chapter coming soon!:)