A/N: The original story which this fan-fiction is based on, is owned by Disney. The two songs I have were both written by Disney, and I do not own them. I slightly modified one of them, but the basis for it was still originated with Disney. I came up with the plot twists, but all originality to this setting and characters are created by Disney.
Anna slipped through the tall doors into the darkened hallway, pulling her black mourning cloak tightly around her figure. The tall oaken doors clanged shut, making Anna jump. She shivered from the cold and the traumatic events of the past days. A servant walked by, covering one of the windows with a dark cloth. She smiled sadly at Anna.
“I’m sorry about your parents Your Highness, they were noble people.”
Anna nodded in a daze, slowly walking past her. She wiped a tear before it had a chance to cascade down her cheeks, and looked longingly at the pictures of the walls. There was one of Joan, the brave fighter who had rallied a nation and been burnt at the stake for her beliefs. Then there was the tall grandfather clock at the end of the hall, tick-tocking in rhythm as it had since Anna could remember.
It held many memories. She envisioned back to when she was a small child, lying on the ground, feet up in the air, swinging her legs back and forth to the clock’s noise. Or running on the green couch beside the clock whenever her parents weren’t around. She choked back a tear at the thought of her parents, but still couldn’t resist the smile that made its way to her face at the thought of bouncing on the comfy pillows.
She left the hall through a side door. The next hall was narrower, lined with a long rug with a flower design of red and green. At the end of this hallway was a wide picture. Two servants were about to pull a white cloth over the portrait, but Anna mustered some courage and said quietly, “Wait.”
The servants turned and bowed, stepping to the sides to let Anna gaze upon the painting. It was a picture of her parent’s. Her father was on the left side, a good head taller than her mother, both wearing golden crowns and dressed in beautiful rich colors of purple, gold, and white. Her father’s eyes were big, and caring, her mother’s vivid and exciting.
Anna pointed at the portrait and she stepped back, and the servants pulled the white cloth over it. She didn’t try to stop the tears as she turned and fled. Her heart broke at the sight of her parent’s now gone forever, lost at sea. As the tears splashed on the expensive rugs and carpets throughout the castle where she went, an increased aching grew.
She didn’t know where to run. She had no real friends here at the castle. The servants had always been kind but distant, and she hadn’t spent much time outside in the rest of Arendale. She used to run to Elsa whenever things went bad. She entered the hall and stopped, glancing up the winding stairs.
“Elsa, what did I ever do?” Her voice was pleading, sad and weary. “Why did you turn your back to me?”
She looked back towards the main door. She could leave, go out in the snow and mourn by herself. And yet, she didn’t feel that it was right. Elsa was alone as well, shut in her room for so long that Anna couldn’t understand how she could do it.
With a quick stride, Anna skipped up the steps. She tried to act as cheerful as she could when she approached Elsa’s door, but failed miserably. She barely restrained the tears. The attempt to sound brave came out as a pitiful sigh of anguish. She took a deep breath and spoke quietly.
“Elsa? Please, I know you’re in there.
People are asking where you’ve been
They say to have courage,
And I’m trying to,
I’m right out here for you.
Please let me in.”
She heard nothing and slid leaned against the door, not letting the grief overwhelm her. She dropped to a sitting pose, using the door as a headrest. With a heavy sigh she continued, trying to keep the hope that Elsa may come out. It had been like this for ten years. She often wondered why she even tried anymore. But she had to. She needed to.
“We only have each other now.
It’s just you and me.
What are we going to do?”
She smiled weakly.
“Do you wanna build a snowman?”
She stopped, unable to go on. Her breathing was heavy, her heart heavier. She cried internally. Elsa, please, I need you!
She sat there for hours, not knowing what to do. Eventually a few tears leaked out, and then a cascade. She let them come. Then the tears stopped. She was too exhausted to do anything. To move, even, would be a battle. She at last stood, anger burning towards Elsa. Didn’t she realize what she was doing? Anna once again tugged her cloak tightly and pushed herself up and began to leave the hall.
Then she heard a click. She stopped, wiping her tear-stained face, and turned. Had that been a door latch turning? She heard nothing for a moment and began to leave, realizing it had been nothing.
Elsa clutched the cold handle, consuming it in ice, just like she had the rest of her room. It was covered in ice and ice spikes, sticking out jaggedly in all directions. She listened as Anna stopped walking. She gripped the handle tighter, trying to will herself to move. Anna needed her. Or did she need Anna? She had always had to stay away from her though. Elsa knew she was a dangerous person. Just looking around her room it was obvious.
She sighed sadly. It wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be safe. Elsa’s heart was cold with fear and hate. She hated herself. Why did she have to be like this? Why did Anna have to be so rambunctious as a child, and cause the accident? Then Elsa realized that it was ultimately her parents fault.They had made her conceal her powers. Fear was her enemy. And it had won the battle. She released the handle. She wouldn’t risk hurting Anna again. She was too dear.
Elsa stepped back, pulling on her cyan gloves, wiping a wisp of blonde hair from her eyes. She choked back what she thought was a tear. Her body wracked and shook, but nothing happened. No tears, no yelling. The room just became colder and snowier.
Why was I born like this? If I had been born just like Anna, this wouldn’t have happened. Elsa shut her eyes, trying to focus on something else. But her whole body was so cold. She heard Anna begin to walk away, her shoes thumping softly on the rug.
Elsa ran to the door. Don’t leave! Please! I want to help but I can’t. I just . . . Elsa trailed off. Why couldn’t Anna understand? But she couldn’t help it; her memory had been erased of the ice-blasting accident. Elsa slid down the door. The war raged inside. I love you Anna, and I want to help. I just can’t. I’m too different. But I love you! She had always known this, and yet ignored it for the past ten years, focused more on trying to tame the monster inside her. It felt good to think of Anna, her big grin, her loud voice.
Elsa’s eyes popped open as she felt something wet splash on her hand. She glanced down and saw a second tear drop. She couldn’t stop the sob of relief that came from deep within her soul. Her mind was racing. It’s melting? It’s attached to my emotions? She felt something she hadn’t in years. She felt happier, and free.
Her room began to warm up, the walls melting, the snow dissipating. She pulled herself up, looking around, mouth wide. She felt her heart stir, and she began to smile, slowly at first. This was what it was like to be free. To not hold anger or resentment. To live with how you were made. She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips.
Anna was walking down the hall when she heard what sounded like a laugh. She looked up, confused, and spun back towards Elsa’s door. As she drew nearer she heard another laugh. She was confused. Did Elsa really hate her? Was that why she had been shut out all these years? And this was the cruelest thing Elsa had ever done, so much so that it deserved a laugh?
Anna stood in the hall, listening for another laugh. It happened again, and this time it sounded like a light-hearted laugh, a giggle almost. A memory stirred in her mind. A night long ago. She and Elsa were running down the stairs, Elsa trying to shush her, but Anna laughing and giggling in excitement.They had rushed out of the castle and begun to make a snowman. Elsa called him Olaf. “He likes warm hugs!” Anna remembered her saying.
Then she remembered slipping on a patch of ice, hitting her head, and waking up in an unfamiliar room. And from there on Elsa had shut her out.
Elsa giggled, a broad smile sweeping over her face, lightness filling her soul. She watched in awe as the room thawed out. It had never thawed out so fully before. There had always been snow on the ceiling, or ice covering the windowsill. But it was all melting. She realized that as she thought more of Anna, the fun times they had had, the friend that Anna always was, and how much she loved her sister, how much she had missed their forbidden excursions to make snowmen, the more the room melted.
With a surge of energy she had never felt before, she burst out into song, the relief washing over like a tsunami.
“Let it go, let it go!
Don’t hold it in any more!
Let it, let it go!
Just smile and open the door!
I don’t have to fear my powers.
Accept them wholly, an-”
“Elsa?”
Elsa spun, hearing the voice come from outside her door. She smiled as she recognized the voice. It sounded tired and confused, and yet hopeful. She dashed for the door and flung it open.
Anna wasn’t expecting the door to fly open. But it did, and there stood Elsa, dressed in light blue dress, her hair in a bun, smiling widely.
“Elsa?” she said, bewildered at the suddenness of the door opening after all these years.
Elsa giggled and stood still for a few seconds, just looking Anna over. And then she reached forward, Anna grabbed her hands, her heart beating furiously. And they embraced. Together, in a sisterly hug, they stood, sobbing tears of joy. Anna had finally won back the friend she had lost without ever knowing why, and Elsa finally opening her heart, embracing who she was, and regaining the sister she had shut out for so long, because of a fear she determined she would no longer have.
After a long time they released each other. Anna saw in a sparkle in Elsa’s eyes. Anna felt her heart lifting. Yes she was still grieved by her parent’s deaths, but she could do so with a friend, someone who could comfort, and be comforted when the longest of nights came.
They stood in silence somewhat awkwardly, and then Elsa winked.
“Do you wanna build a snowman?”
I love how you kept a lot to the original story in the beginning, but added a few actions and a lot of feelings and thoughts. But then, putting what Elsa must have felt in was amazing. It really helps you realize how hard that must have been. And the spin-off of Let It Go? That was awesome! I practically sang it as I read it. It even fit the beat! I noticed one grammar error I think, where you left out the article "a", but I can't remember where it was... It was awesome. The End. Not complaints. You should do another one! LOL, JK! I doubt you would.
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