Frozen - Anna's Perspective

Anna Enters Elsa's Ice Castle

"Two...three...four..."

The door swings shut; I'm alone.

The hall is beautiful. There's a frozen fountain at the front. The floor is perfectly smooth, the stairs flawless. I start towards them, and nearly slip on the ice.

"Anna?"

I look up; it's Elsa. Only, she doesn't look like the sister I knew.

Her hair, instead of being tightly braided against the sides of her head, hangs in a loose braid against one shoulder. It has ice crystals in it and looks windblown. Her eyes seem happier, more free. She is wearing a dress of ice, and her diadem is gone, her hair messy where she must have yanked it off of her head. She wears heels of clear ice, like Cinderella's.

"This...is amazing," I breathe, staring at the interior of her castle. "And you look great!"

"Thank you; I never knew what I was capable of," she says happily.

EXCLUSIVE: NOT IN THE MOVIE: MY OWN ADDITION

"We used to be so close, Elsa," I say. "We could be like that again!"

I remember waking Elsa up to play, to make a snowman outside. The next thing I remember is someone saying, "You can't tell her anything," and being kissed on the head. I woke up, confused, with a streak of blond in my hair that hadn't been there last night.

And Elsa was avoiding me ever since. Even when our parents died.

"No," said Elsa, her eyes going wide. She stumbles a step back. "We can't."

"Why were you avoiding me?" I demand, tears springing into my eyes. "You could have just told me!"

"You knew!" she sobs. "You knew, at the beginning! And..." She chokes on her tears, drawing into herself. "And I almost killed you." She looks at me, wiping away her tears. "That streak in your hair? I hit you in the head with my powers. It was an accident--you fell off of one of my creations, and I slipped, and I tried to stop your fall, and I hit you...you wouldn't wake up."

Silence.

Dead silence.

"We took you to some trolls. One of the trolls healed you, and erased all of your memories of my powers. And I couldn't do it again.

"My powers grew over time, Anna. I would wear gloves to hide it, but..." She sighs sadly.

"Why?" I ask. "Why didn't you just tell me again?"

"What if, the next time, it wasn't your head?" Elsa demands. "What if, next time--"

"Sixty!"

"Wait--what's that?" Elsa asks, as Olaf pads in.

I step back.

How?