So, I've been bad, and I've hit an absolute block with literally everything I am trying to write, on-site and off, and I'm so sorry to every single one of my readers for having to put up with me. I have been trying to write more on this chapter - going back to Elsa, to be specific - but it isn't happening and it's already been too long since I've updated. So, I'm extremely sorry, and here's your pitifully short chapter to try to give some sort of compensation. I'm going to warn you all right now that I have no idea how long it will be before I have anything worth posting again. I'm currently trying to force-write my way through this, but it isn't working. (This is why I should only post one-shots... hehe.) There are one-shots coming, probably, which I swear on the River Styx have nothing to do with the length of time it's taking me to update.

Fenix Fireblaze: Eh, I'm not sure if it was a good plot decision or not... but we'll see.

MantaI-305Apollo'sChariot: Thank you. I think I'm good at making people feel bad for my villain-types. x3 And Anna's thought was really an instant in time, but obviously it takes longer to read (or write). Ha... yeah I may end up needing some help with the speech that's coming next chapter...

Shadowfax321: You and me both.

Elsa Tomago: We shall see.

GoldenHydrangea: Yes, I swear I will... eventually... thanks, anyway XD

Word Count: 815

What was that? part of her demanded.

It doesn't matter, Letha grumbled silently, but she knew that wouldn't be the end of it.

You're going soft, the voice accused. It would have been fine. It's not cold enough to kill in here.

How would you know? Letha snapped. I have no idea what cold feels like.

No, but we both know that out of the wind, in layers like it's wrapped in, it would survive for a few days.

Letha decided she wasn't going to win this argument. It didn't matter, anyway. Nothing really mattered. Keep saying that, the little voice sneered, hearing her thoughts like always. Maybe you'll start to believe it.

"I do believe it," she snapped out loud. "You know I do. A frozen heart kind of does that to you." She turned around, settling her orb of ice back into its place carefully. With a deep breath, she added, "And what happens when she starts complaining about hunger and thirst? Unlike us, she can't survive on sheer cold."

Meltwater, the voice suggested. With your inexperienced ignorance, 'Snow Queen' – it was said in such a mocking tone that Letha flinched – there's no aura of Winter's power around this place anymore. This ice isn't ever-cold. As for hunger, humans can live a few days without food. Why does it matter so much to you? It's not some pet of yours.

Letha made no comment on that, forcing her thoughts to silence. She realized she was pacing the floor, but didn't care enough to stop. Much to her annoyance, the voice in her head was, as usual, right about one thing. "Winter's power will return," she muttered quietly. "I'll make sure of it."

You'll make sure of it, the voice mocked her. You've been saying that for almost six years now. And where is my Winter?

"Elsa almost did it," she murmured, staring through a pane of transparent ice. "But Anna ruined it."

She is weak, the voice agreed. Caught in the trap of 'true love.' Foolish girl. There is no love for the Snow Queen, and there never was.

Letha snarled, frost coating her fingers as they clenched into fists. "Don't call her that! She's not the Snow Queen! She'll never be the Snow Queen!"

Not yet. But you forget she bears a part of my curse too. And she is certainly more of a queen than you.

"Shut up!" she snapped, unaware that her voice was carrying downstairs. "You chose me!"

I did no such thing. Letha growled and whirled away, but she could not escape a voice inside her own head. It was pure chance which sister's heart froze first. You were simply the lucky one. Or, perhaps, the unlucky one.

Letha ran her hands through her hair, black as night, a constant reminder of how this whole nightmare had started. Then she stopped, something the voice had said ringing clear. "First?" A questioning feeling, not enough to bother being put into words. "You said, 'which sister's heart froze first.' What do you mean, first?"

Ah, that.

"Don't you 'ah, that' me. Answer the question."

Pain spiked through her temples, and she snarled silently as cold anger seeped through the pain, blending with her own emotions even as she fought it, subduing her in seconds. You forget who is in charge here, the warning tone rang through her mind, causing the headache to intensify. You know very well what I mean when I say first. For one with the curse, it is always possible for the heart to freeze. Do not forget your place, child of Winter.

"Fine," Letha ground out between her teeth. "I don't want to argue with you. We have work to do, and my emotions are only getting in the way."

An intelligent decision, for once.

Letha let out a breath as her headache faded and closed her eyes, feeling cold flood her body, not caring a whit. Her anger, her frustration, her pain faded, all whisked away, buried deep beneath a layer of ice, until she didn't feel them anymore. Until she felt nothing but the cold. She welcomed the release, welcomed the Winter, invited them in, until there was nothing left. She was the mountain. She was the snow. She was the storm.

The Snow Queen opened her eyes again, hard as stone, cold as fear, and began planning.

Anna frowned. It sounded almost as if Letha were talking to someone up there, but her ice was opaque white, not like Elsa's transparent blue, and it was impossible to see anything up the stairs from where Anna was situated. She could only wonder at the fact that she heard only one voice, and that intermittently – but never so much as a hint of the sound of whoever Letha was talking to.

Who chose you, Letha? And, more importantly... what did they choose you for?

Much sorry for slow update. Please no kill author. Author does not update if dead. Wi-fi sucks in the Underworld.

Reviews, please? Thank you for reading, thank you infinitely much for your patience, and I'll see y'all next time. Eventually. Hopefully soon. Probably not.