"Anna, you don't have to worry about me," Elsa told her sister as they both spread their feet out across Anna's bed. "Yes, it was highly embarrassing to fall asleep at the meeting like that. But with the way I've been at night for a while now, something like this happening was inevitable."

Anna just looked at Elsa. Somehow, bathed in the radiant moonlight that was coming from the bedroom window, she looked even more breathtaking than usual. How could she look so lovely and so worn out at the same time? It was a gift that Anna did not possess. Whenever she was tired (which was usually every other morning), she knew that there were plenty of words that could be used to describe her, but "beautiful" certainly wasn't one of them.

"What is it?" Elsa asked, apparently noticing the way that Anna was staring at her.

"I just...feel a little guilty," Anna confessed uneasily.

"Guilty?" said Elsa, seeming puzzled. "Whatever would you feel guilty for?"

Anna exhaled.

"It's just that...for years I wanted nothing more than to see you be happy," she said, stroking her sister's arm. "And then, once I was finally able to witness you feeling joyful again, I began to take your smile for granted. And with how sad you've been recently..."

Elsa gave Anna a pleasant look.

"Oh, Anna," she said gently. "Just because I've been depressed doesn't mean I don't find reasons to smile."

"Like what?"

"For one thing, having you in my life," she answered sincerely.

Anna felt her face turn red.

"Oh, stop flirting with me," she said teasingly. "You know I have a boyfriend, don't you?"

"Oh, really?" said Elsa slyly. "Then how come I'm the one you're sleeping with?"

They both giggled. What music Elsa's laughter was to Anna's ears, especially after hearing her horrible cough in her head over and over and over again.

Oh, yeah. That. For a brief moment, Anna had almost forgotten about it.

"Elsa," she said slowly. "Do you mind if I ask you...a question?"

"Not at all," Elsa replied.

Anna swallowed hard. She couldn't do it. She couldn't. She thought she was ready to ask Elsa about her health, but now...

"Could...could you make it snow?" she asked the queen softly.

"Anna, it's the middle of the night," Elsa began, not seeming terribly eager to use her powers at this hour.

"That didn't used to stop us," Anna whispered.

"I don't know," said Elsa, still sounding slightly reluctant. "I mean you have a lot of books and stuff in your room that my snow could ruin..."

"We could do it in the ballroom," Anna suggested. "Like...you tell me we used to."

"What if we get caught?"

"Elsa, we're not kids anymore," Anna reminded her sister kindly. "I don't think we have to be concerned about that."

For a moment, Anna was certain that Elsa would say no, but then she saw a small tinkle in her sister's eyes.

"Alright, I'll do it," she conceded. "But I don't want to wake anyone up."

"Don't worry," said Anna, hopping out of bed. "I know you hate it whenever you disturb the servants at night."

"I think you're the one who usually disturbs them with your snoring," said Elsa playfully.

Anna tried to think of a witty comeback to her sister's remark, but then noticed that Elsa seemed to be having trouble getting out of the bed.

It was as though she wasn't allowed to forget about this for more than a minute at a time.

"Hey, sis," said Anna, trying to make her voice sound normal. "Do you need some help?"

Elsa turned and looked at Anna, and for a split second, she almost looked like a ghost.

"I can manage, Anna," said Elsa politely. "I'm just tired, that's all."

"Let me rephrase what I just said then," said Anna, failing this time to make her voice seem calm. "I want to help you. Please allow me to do so."

Elsa closed her eyes, placing a hand over her forehead. She exhaled deeply.

"Okay," she said, but the sadness in her voice was clear.

Anna carefully took her sister's arms and helped her get to her feet. She forced herself to smile, not wanting for Elsa to know just how concerned she was about her.

Holding hands, the two them made their way out the door and down the stairs, eventually arriving at the ballroom where so many of Anna's altered memories took place. Sometimes it depressed her to no end that she couldn't remember things as they had actually happened. Sure, it was great that she could still feel nostalgic about the fun they had enjoyed as kids. But the sheer wonder that she must've experienced when seeing Elsa use her magic for the first time as a child? That was something that Anna would've loved to have memorized.

Elsa gracefully sat herself down on the floor, her legs crossed, almost as if she were getting ready for meditation.

"I can't do anything too fancy," she said. "I mean, it's very late, and I may not be in my best form, and..."

"Elsa, don't be so modest," said Anna eagerly. "Anything you do is going to be amazing."

Elsa closed her eyes, rubbed her hands together, and began to create a soft, bright light from within herself. Tossing it into the air like a ball, it burst into tiny sparkles, causing snowflakes to fall from an invisible cloud that was floating near the ceiling.

Oh, how perfect Elsa's snowflakes were. They were cold, of course, but not in an unpleasant way. They didn't make your nose run, never made you shiver, and didn't make you want to get as close to a fireplace as possible. Instead, Elsa's snow was soft and soothing, and feeling it on your skin was almost like stepping into a bathtub in which the water was just the right temperature.

She let just enough of it fall to the floor before she laid herself down on her back, then waved her hands back and fourth to make a snow angel. Elsa smiled at her lovingly.

"I've seen you do this countless times now," said Anna in awe of what was around her. "And yet, I never get over how magnificent it is."

"Thank you," said Elsa, blushing just a bit. "But it's nothing, really. It's only me doing what comes naturally, that's all."

"I wonder how our parents would feel if they could see us now," said Anna.

"They'd probably be very cross," said Elsa somewhat bitterly. "There was a reason we would always sneak down here at night to do this."

"I'll have to take your word on that," said Anna, deciding that this probably wasn't the best time to discuss the past.

They were both too tired to build a snowman, and Elsa didn't even seem to have the energy to make a snow angel of her own. So the two sisters just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, allowing for the snowflakes to gently coat their bodies in a fluffy, white blanket.

Anna knew that, sooner or later, she would have to confront Elsa about her health. She didn't know what was going to happen when she did. But right now, it didn't matter. None of it did. She was with her sister, who was more precious to her than anyone else in the world. Surrounded by the beauty of her gift, everything felt perfect.

If there's a heaven, this must be what it feels like, Anna thought peacefully as she closed her eyes.

She wanted for the moment to never end.