So this is gonna be long and hopefully beautiful. I'll be playing watch?v=0JizYrazk0w on repeat while writing this so yay.

"Oh my sweet suffering."

The magic thrummed at her fingertips, danced on her lips, played behind her eyelids. It wanted out. It wanted a repeat of the North Mountains, that same burst of freedoms. Elsa felt the snow calling to her, it wanted and needed, craved and pleaded with her. In the dead of night she sealed her room, painted the walls white and blue, and felt like flying.

Anna hadn't realized it happened. True Love with capital letters wasn't for siblings. She love Kristoff, she really did, but she'd never called it Love. The kiss she pined for had elicited no sparks, no heady rush, no loss of breath. She was disappointed. She went to the trolls, they knew Kristoff, they knew love, they could help her.

They'd laughed, not at her, but at the irony the fates played. They asked her, "Who is your True Love?" Anna never lied. She couldn't say Kristoff's name. Blond tresses and cool fingers filled her mind because the Living Rock brought out what made people really live.

The trolls knew all along. The moment Anna turned from their adopted son. The moment Elsa cried wet tears, because even her magic couldn't sway her grief. The moment the fjord thawed like the hearts of the girls - no, women - who stood upon it. Everyone saw Anna freeze, only Anna knew Elsa froze. Froze years ago, thirteen to be exact.

Anna knew when Elsa stood in the moonlight, bathed in silver. The snow gravitating toward her, singing to her, craving her. Anna felt warmth in her chest at Elsa's smile. It wasn't contentment though, she gravitated toward Elsa as well, there was something magical about the woman. Something Anna had always seen but only now understood. She realized her heart thrummed with jealousy, she fled.

She ran to Joan. It was the first time Joan was just a painting. She ran to the trolls. They told her it was natural. She hid in her room for days.

Elsa knew three days after The Thaw. Anna smiled at Kristoff. Anna smiled at that man. Anna smiled at that stranger. Anna smiled at someone who was not her. Her Anna smiled, but not at her. She was well versed in the keeping of secrets, Elsa didn't smile that day.

So yes, we shall see where this goes.