Nobody should have to live like I do. With the gates closed and Elsa shutting me out, I don't have anyone to talk to. My parents are fun, sometimes, but they're always away. So I'm stuck riding my bike around the halls by myself.

I'm pretty tired of it.

It's been six years like this.

SIX YEARS.

I just want to build a snowman.

Later that afternoon I am "busily" playing with my dolls. Yes I know, I'm 14 and I play with dolls. But what else is there to do in this empty Castle? I sigh and pick up the doll that looks like Elsa. She really is beautiful, with her bright blue eyes and her wondrous, flowing white hair. I remember how she always used to wear it up, even though I told her she should let it hang and be free.

I wish I could look like her. I hate my ugly brown/red hair. The color is awful and my eyes are a dull blue.

A tear slides down my cheek from thinking about Elsa. I miss her so much.

I quickly wipe the tears away and stand up. My stomach grumbles and tells me its lunch time.

I am making my way to the kitchen when I pass Elsa's door. I stop.

Maybe it's worth another try?

I am about to knock, when I hear a voice say,

"We have to tell her Elsa."

"Yes. We do. But in the right place at the right time." Elsa says back.

Someone else joins in and says,

"We need to learn how to control our powers first. We can help each other."

There's a long pause before Elsa replies, hesitantly,

"Ok. Let's do it."

I am barely able to process this before I feel a crackle of electricity run through me, and I am plunged into darkness.

And then the dreams begin.

The sky is awake tonight. I watch the colors glisten as they move up and down, making patterns, fine-lined against the sky. I am tired, my eyelids drooping and my feet barely being able to hold my weight up. I let myself take my gaze of the light and stumble back into bed. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to come.

But it doesn't.

The wind beats against my window so roughly, I almost don't hear the noises ringing through my ears.

Singing.

It is faint, but it is definitely singing. I get out of bed and follow the soft music down the hall, expecting to find someone in the room at the end. But I only discover that, (a) the room is empty, and (b) the singing hasn't gotten any louder from when I left my bed.

I tiptoe back to my room and fall asleep.

But an hour later, the noises come back. Except it is chanting, instead of singing. I once again start a journey to the end of the hall. I take a step forward, nervously. The chanting gets louder, but I do not get closer. I take another step. The singing returns, louder than before, but the door seems to get farther away. This continues, and I am now frustrated and sweating. My body aches all over.

And now I am lost in a current, taking over me, the chanting and singing fighting each other in my head, refusing to cease.

The door disappears.

I am upset by this. A chill runs down my back and I try to escape, but the wind grabs me, holds on to me with the music chanting in my head:

Eleka nahmen nahmen

Flower gleam and glow

ahm tu ahm tu

let your power shine

meleka nahmen

make the clock reverse

eleka nahmen nahmen

and bring back what once was mine

ahm tu ahm tu

what once was mine…

I wake up with a pounding headache.

And then there's a knock on the door.

"Princess Anna, breakfast."

Still confused about what happened and how I got back in my room, I say,

"Ok, I'll be down in a minute."

I slowly get dressed and head down the stairs. I meet my parents, who are talking about something.

I hear something about a missing princess and a magic flower, but then another dream takes over me.

I am in a meadow.

The sun is shining and the birds chirping. Lilacs surround me as I frolic in the fields. I happily turn in circles feeling joy I haven't felt in years.

I stop spinning as I realize I am not alone. My eyes focus on a figure leaning against a tree a few yards away. I can tell it's a girl, she is Elsa's age, with a dancer like body. My eyes drift to her clothing. She is wearing a purple dress, that's fits her like a glove, and a….a tan cloak.

A very long tan cloak.

But as I take a step closer, I realize it's not a cloak at all.

It's hair.

300 feet of hair.

For the first time I recognize that it weaves through the meadow, twisting and curving, all around, past my feet and back to her.

She takes a step out of the shadows and for the first time I see her face. She is beautiful, with dark brown eyes and freckles that speckle her cheeks. I take a step closer, still unsure.

"It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice is soft and melodious. "Its ok, com here."

I am convinced and slowly walk over to her, careful not to step on her hair.

In doing this I suddenly am mesmerized by the golden strands, so fragile but magical.

I reach out to touch it but quickly pull my hand back.

"It's ok. You can touch it." She says reassuringly.

She looks at me with a gentle gaze. Her eyes are caring, yet pained. I again draw my hand to touch her flowing locks.

As soon as I do, I feel my whole body warm up, her hair somehow giving me joy inside. I close my eyes and it feels like I'm floating, I don't have a care in the world. I now realize she is softly singing. I open my eyes and find that she is now closing her eyes and smiling. Her face is peaceful, and she has a faraway look. She's so lost in the music I don't interrupt her. I don't want to interrupt her. The singing is beautiful, her voice carrying through the meadow, slowly finding its way across each and every thing making any sign of life stop and listen to the magic of the notes…

"Flower gleam and glow

Let your powers shine

Make the clock reverse

And bring back what once was mine-"

I am suddenly thrust backwards and slammed hard onto the ground. The sky turns dark and lightning crackles from the clouds, threatening me. The lilacs have turned into shriveled prune looking flowers and have ruined all my regard for their beauty. I frantically look around but the girl and all of her hair have disappeared. I try to get up and run but something is holding me back.

And then an old woman's voice whispers,

"What once was mine…"

I run quickly into the forest, very scared of the events that have just unfolded.

My stomach is churning and my vision is blurry.

Then it's all black.

ELSA'S POV-

Anna's eyes flutter open, and I hear mother start crying.

"Oh my god Anna." She says between sobs.

I heave a sigh of relief and smile at my now conscious sister.

She had been asleep for a day and I was starting to get worried.

I have to talk to Elphaba about this deal.

Anna was never supposed to get hurt.

ANNA'S POV-

I wake up to my mother and Elsa leaning over me, with worried looks.

Wait Elsa?

"Elsa!" I practically scream.

She is smiling now, my mother crying at her side.

"Oh my god Anna." My mother struggles to say.

I am about to jump out of my bed to give Elsa a hug, when I feel dizzy.

Seriously, again?

I sink back onto my bed and drift off into another frightening wonderland.

"Ele…na….n…ah…tu…en"

The voice faintly whispers in my head as I stumble along the halls of a castle. It's cold and damp and I am shivering. I feel my way through the dark corridor, using the cobblestone walls as a guide.

"Ele..na..n…ah…tu…en"

I hear it again.

It is louder this time.

I reach the end of the hall and turn right.

"Elek…nah…me…ah…men"

I'm getting closer.

I take a few more steps, but quickly stop and lean against the wall. I don't know why, but my head is pounding and I feel nauseous.

I force myself to continue, for the voice has gotten louder, no longer just in my head.

It's coming from a room at the end of the corridor.

I take more steps and get closer.

Closer.

Closer.

"Eleka nahmen nahmen ahm tu ahm tu meleka nahmen"

A dark figure repeats over and over again.

I take a step back, alarmed. She has her back turned to me and his waving her arms in weird motions.

She stops chanting and begins to sing something.

"Let his flesh not be torn

Let his blood never stain

Though they beat him

Let him feel no pain

Let his bones never break and

however they try to destroy him

let him never die

let him never die

Eleka nahmen nahmen ahm tu ahm tu meleka nahmen

Eleka nahmen nahmen ahm tu ahm tu meleka- UGH"

She stops.

I try to sink into the shadows, but she somehow knows I'm there.

"Come here." She almost whispers. Her voice isn't necessarily scary, just…sounds like she's tired of her life.

I cautiously take a few steps toward her.

"Come on, I promise you I'm not dangerous." She says, still with her back turned to me.

By now, my head feels like it's about to explode, but I ignore it anyway. I soon reach her, standing by her side. I examine the book in front of her. I don't recognize the writing, it doesn't look like any language I've ever seen before.

"Mysterious, isn't it." The young girl says. I decide she's in her teens, judging from her voice.

I only now realize I haven't seen her face. I look up and find her smiling at me, only to stumble back in shock, surprise and fright all at the same time.

I knock over a bucket, and the water in it spills everywhere.

I'm too afraid to move, even though my butt is now soaked from the puddle of water I am now sitting on.

"I'm so sorry. I should have warned you." She takes her cloak and covers her face.

I watch her, trembling in fear, as she continues to hide her face in her hands.

Because just like the emerald mist that is rising out of the cauldron, her skin is an emerald green.