"I Will Always Be Here With You."

Chapter 6: Voices Are Heard

Anna's  POV:
My heart swells as I remember  standing there and watching him. He was so amazing standing up there. I can remember it so perfectly, as he straightened his body, faced the crowd, and was made a soldier in the Royal Guard.

A sudden chill ran through me as I watched him conversing with the Captain. I shuddered involuntarily. Strange new thoughts entered into my mind, whispering in hissing voices. I realized that now that Kristoff was in the army, I wouldn't be able to see him as often. Or at all. A wave of sadness washed over me, pulling me deeper into my vivid thoughts and harsh memories. I stepped out of the lighted hall and shrunk away into the shadows of another corridor. Leaning heavily against a stone pillar, I grimaced as the voices continued to rage inside my head.

"Go away Anna." She said through a solid oak door. "Stay away from me!"  She screamed across the room. "You belong in Arendelle. Not here." She whispered.
"No! I'm not leaving without you Elsa!" I yelled, my eyes filling with tears as I watched my sister walk away from me. "Yes, you are." She stated, and then she turned her back on me once more as unearthly coldness filled my chest.

I held my head in my hands as I started to sob. Make it stop. Just make it stop! The voices wouldn't go away. They kept plaguing me, repeating the same harsh words over and over again. "Leave me alone. Go away! Stay away from me!" I gasped as the icy shards started clawing their way up through my chest again, scratching every inch they could find. It grew so unbearable that my sobs progressed into racking gasps. I cried out in pain, not even caring who heard me anymore.

She had ignored me my whole life. Then she left me alone. And now Kristoff was going to do the same.

Elsa's POV:

I was standing in the main hall making small talk with several nobles, most of them being too haughty and stuck up for their own good, and struggled to stifle a yawn. One of them in particular was relentless. No matter how many excuses I made to get away from him, he always seemed to tag along, continually talking on and on about his many achievements in a voice that was getting increasingly louder the more people we passed. He reminded me strongly of the Duke of Weasleton, the only difference being that the Duke at least knew when to engage in a  conversation with someone other then me. My eyes glazed over as he started talking about one of his many other feats.

"So, as I was saying Your Majesty, I had  made a spectacular save when it came to certain business dealings with the Eastern Cities. Yes, yes I know. Amazing it was! That I was able to convince them to deliver all of their rare spices to my city for just a hundred crowns! Oh, yes, they never saw that one coming, did they? Yes, a marvelous save by me, no doubt....."

I shook my head to clear some of the haughty words from my head. How on earth can someone go on like this about themselves?

Suddenly, my head snapped up as I heard a strange cry from a distant corridor. The Lord watched me closely, and took my change of position as a sudden interest in what he was saying. Looking much more pleased with himself now that he had "caught my attention," he cleared his throat loudly and continued to speak in his short and snappy accent.

"Oh yes! I know what you must be thinking, my lady. 'How amazingly brave and cunning this young lord must be to take such action in hood winking this country out of their most rare and expensive goods!' Yes, yes I do believe you are right, my dear! Too right indeed....."  He puffed out his chest in the most absurd manner and stroked his over large mustache in a very self satisfied way.

That was most definitely not what I had been thinking! Cunning, without a doubt. But brave? Ha! He could take lessons from my sister about bravery! Although I was appalled at his behavior, and even more shocked that he was boasting to every noble about his crimes, that cry of pain kept nagging at me. It sounded strangely familiar...

I had to see who it was and if they were alright. Cutting sharply through the man's words, I interrupted him with much satisfaction.

"Excuse me, sir, but I really must go now. Other people are expecting me." This was not altogether untrue, as I was supposed to meet with the Captain of the Guard to discuss Kristoff's training later this evening.

I was still unnerved by this Lord's lack of character, and seeing the chance, I called over a dark skinned man in luxuriously expensive robes to where me and The Lord were standing.

"Oh! Would your Majesty of the Eastern Cities come over here? There is someone I would like you to meet..."

The Lord looked at me completely horrified as he saw the King coming closer. Paling, he turned to me with wide eyes and started whispering quickly in a panicked tone.

"Your Majesty! Please! Send him in another direction!" He deplored, scooting slightly closer to me. I glared at his cowardly behavior and deliberately stepped away from him.

"Well, it serves you right! And the next time you want to boast about your crimes with other kingdoms, I suggest you do it with someone who is not the Queen of the kingdom you are currently staying with!" I said coldly, and then, leaving the Lord in a clear line of view of the King, I swept away towards the darkened corridors.

Author's Note:

Sorry for not continuing to write y'all! It's been crazy since my family is moving into a new house this week! This chapter is really important for those to come, even though it's not my favorite. You gotta admit though, we all love Elsa's sass!