ANNA

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Elsa POV

i skipped maths and went to the music room. i need time alone. i found it so hart not to cry. crying is a sign of weakness but i have been strong for to long. i go to the piano and sing the song i created when every i felt like breaking down.

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I'm the queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried!

Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know!

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door!

I don't care
What they're going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!

It's funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all!

It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free!

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry!

Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the storm rage on!

My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past!

Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone!

Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!

tears fell down my face. i cover my face with my hands. i look up when i hear someone breathing deeply. i see i girl with strawberry blond hair looking at me. i knew her. i have seen her before.

??? POV

i was late to class at my new school. my uncle and i have been moving around to find someone. i don't know who or why but i know they where important. he said they was next in line to rule. i know this means i have a sister or brother. right now i am next in line and i will take it when i turn 18.

i was walking though the hallways to class. well i was trying to find my way. i heard someone singing. i knew their voice. i walk to where it was coming form as fast as my lags could take me. the closer i got the more i wanted to hear it. it was as if it was my instincts took over.

when i got there i say a brown blonde hair girl playing the piano. i took a closer look and she was crying. i slowly opened the door and walked towards her. she look like someone i knew a long time a go. i relisted the song she was singing i knew.

flashback

there was a girl singing to me as i could not sleep. tears where falling out my eye.

???: she is here get her. don't let here get away this time.

we where moving. it was like she was running for her life. i could not see her face it was blurry.

then uncle came into view.

uncle: run El.... run before they get you. they don't know about Anna i will protect her. when you get away from here take this. you will forget everything. this is so when you are found they can't hurt you if they don't know.

tears where running out my eye s as i see the girl run out of sight.

flashback ended

i took a deep breath and she looked at me. i ran out of the room far away. i was next to a tree. i see the name Elsa carved in next to one that says Jack. i look up to see a white haired boy sleeping on the branch.

i pushed him of and giggled at the face he made.

Jack: Elsa have you dyed you hair again.

Anna: i am no Elsa and who is Elsa

Jack: really funny Elsa do you think i don't know my fiance.

Anna: i really don't know what you are talking about.

Jack: you are soon to be Queen of Arendelle. you should not be playing games.

Anna: wait you know my sister.

he looked at me closely.

Jack: who are you.

Anna: i am Annabelle Chloe Arendelle or Anna Delle for short. i won't ask again do you know my sister.

Jack: i am Jackson Orlando Frost and yes i do know Elsa Delle.


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