I'm such a sucker for sister-stories... oh how I wish I owned anything about "Frozen"... but I don't.

So I couldn't resist to write something about "Frozen", although I don't really have much time to write. Now what's this about: I was thinking that Anna seems to be a spring type with her strawberry bonde hair, her healthy, freckled skin and her blue eyes - so what if she really was connected to spring like Elsa is to winter? At the same time I find it clumsy just to pull supernatural powers out of my hat when in the film she clearly had none... although Elsa clearly needed her or at least her love for her sister to end the winter. So I thought, maybe this isn't the first time Anna has defeated winter this way? But I'm talking too much into it, mostly this will be just pure sibling fluff. I don't really have much of a concept what will follow this chapter, but there will be at least one more chapter of them as children.

The birth of something magical

Princess Elsa of Arendelle was disappointed. She wasn't fully grasping what was happening, but some time ago her mama and papa had told her that soon she would have a "sibling", a boy or a girl close to her age to play with. She had been delighted by that since all the other people in the castle they lived were way older than her. Sure, she liked playing with her Nanny Gerda and all the grown-ups were friendly to her, "because she'd be their queen once", as her papa had said. She hadn't really understood that since her mama was the queen, wasn't she?

Anyway, her mama's belly had grown really big and Elsa had been told constantly that her sibling was in there waiting to come out. She had been really restless these last weeks and often begged her sibling to come out so that they could play, but her parents had always laughed and told her that the boy or girl would be very tiny at first, like Elsa had been three years ago. Still, even if they couldn't play immediately, after all this time Elsa was really, really curious about her sibling, and, as said, disappointed that this was taking so long. Now it was spring, and Elsa wondered if he or she would be able to play with her when winter came back. Winter was her favorite season.

"Papa?" she asked her royal father tentatively. A few hours ago her father had taken her from her room and now they were in the big dining room. He had told her that her sibling would arrive here today, but while Elsa had been delighted to hear that, her papa seemed to be very serious. Well, he often was, but whenever her mama and papa had talked about the baby, they had been very happy. Elsa was understanding less and less about all of this. She also didn't want to play with her dolls or paint a picture as Gerda had asked her before she had disappeared, she finally wanted to see her sibling!

"Yes dear?" her father asked back after a second or so. He seemed strangely nervous now, looking out of the window and drumming his fingers on the large dinner table.

"Wanna see mama and baby," Elsa demanded.

The king finally cracked a smile and reached out to her with his hands. Elsa climbed down from her chair, walked over to him and let him pick her up, placing her on his knees. His hands were warm as usual. She knew that her parents had been very concerned because Elsa's skin always felt slightly cooler than other people's, but since Elsa hadn't shown any sign of sickness, they had accepted it eventually. Maybe her sibling would have cool skin too?

"We can't," her father answered her, smiling. "But the women will soon be done, then we can go see mama and the baby immediately."

"But papa is a king," Elsa argued, pouting. "Say we see them now!"

Her father laughed and ruffled her white hair. "No, dear, I can't," he told her. "Your mother is giving birth now, and at such a time men aren't needed. Not even kings."

"Birf?" Elsa wondered. She'd heard this word a lot lately, but she didn't really understand it.

"That means your sibling is now finally coming out of your mama's belly," her father explained.

"Too long!" Elsa whined, looking down. "Sibling is slow," she grumbled.

Her father laughed again and patted her head. "I really, really want to see them too," he admitted. "But it's no use, we have to wait. When you were born, it was exactly like this. Except I had no cute daughter to wait with me."

"Papa was alone?" Elsa wondered. She suddenly felt bad and hugged his chest.

"It was not so bad," he told her, caressing her hair. "This will be over soon too, you'll see..."

In this moment the door opened and Gerda stepped in. A smile was brightening her face. "Your Majesty," she announced. "You can see them now."

The king immediately stood up and left the room in a hurry, carrying Elsa in his arms.

"Papa," Elsa protested. She was a big girl already! "I can walk!"

"I'm sorry, dear, but papa is faster," her papa told her, not even looking at her while practically running through the corridors. "Don't you want to see your sibling now?"

"Mhm," Elsa said and nodded, her curiosity coming back. She wondered if her sibling would have white hair like her. Mama always said that no one but her had such special white hair. When they finally arrived at the door to her parent's room, her father paused shortly, taking a deep breath. Elsa wriggled in his grasp, wanting to enter NOW, but he didn't even notice. After a few painfully long moments he finally opened the door and walked inside.

The air was sticky. Normally Elsa would have hated that, she preferred clear winter air, but right now she was too fascinated by the scene before her to feel bothered. Her mama was lying in the big bed her parents used, looking very, very tired. But she was also smiling, brighter than Gerda even. She was also holding a small bundle of linen that made quiet noises and Elsa saw an incredibly tiny hand. Was that her sibling? There were also two more women in the room hastily cleaning it. Had her sibling already made a mess?

"Honey, Elsa," her mother said, her voice sounding relieved. "Meet Anna."

"A girl?" Elsa's father asked excitedly while making a step toward the bed. "Another daughter?" He looked at Elsa. "Elsa, you have a sister!"

"Sister," Elsa repeated. Then she blinked. "Anna?" That was a word she didn't know. What did it mean?

"That's her name," her father told her while he sat down next to his wife. "You are Elsa. This is Anna."

"Anna." Elsa smiled. That was easy to say. She liked it. "Wanna see!"

"Of course," her mother said, smiling while carefully removing the layer of cloth shielding the baby from her view.

"She's beautiful," her father breathed and softly caressed Anna's head, causing the infant to whimper.

Elsa was less impressed. She had hoped that her sister would be a little bigger so that they'd be able to play together sooner. And she had hardly any hair, just some very short reddish locks. And yet Elsa felt somehow... drawn to her sister's eyes. They were closed right now while her mother mumbled something to calm Anna down, but Elsa felt like she needed to see them.

"Anna!" she said, reaching out with her hands.

"Do you want to greet her too, Elsa?" her father asked. When she nodded, he sat her on the bed.

"Be careful, Elsa," her mother warned her. "Anna is still a bit scared."

Elsa nodded again and positioned herself next to the baby. Anna's eyes were still closed, her tiny hand making kinda cute grabbing motions. Elsa imitates her father's gestures, caressing Anna's round cheek. "Hello Anna," she said quietly. "I'm Elsa."

Anna opened her deep blue eyes, looked at Elsa and... something happened. Elsa didn't know what it was. Suddenly she saw something... something that wasn't really here, but it was beautiful! It was a castle built solely out of ice, shimmering in the winter sun. And then her fingers suddenly felt cold. Not cool as usual, but cold! She yanked her hand away from Anna's cheek immediately and the baby started crying.

"Oh my god!" her mother exclaimed, pulling Anna to her chest and looking at Elsa, clearly shaken. "Elsa, what happened?"

"I don't know," Elsa cried, tears forming in her eyes. "Cold!"

Her mother's hand flew to Anna's cheek and her face paled. "It's cold!" she confirmed. "Honey, call the midwifes back!"

Her father picked Elsa out and ran out, shouting for the other women. Elsa was softly crying. What was happening here? Her mama was upset, Anna was cold and crying and nothing was making sense anymore. A few minutes later her father took her back into her room and sat her onto her bed.

"There, there," he said. "Calm down, Elsa. Everything will be alright, I promise." But his face was worried.

"Am... am I bad?" Elsa asked meekly, trying to stop crying.

"No, no, you're not bad," he assured her, gently stroking her hair. "Tomorrow everything will be better, you'll see."

"Why is Anna cold?" Elsa asked, her tears finally stopping.

"I don't know. But I'm sure it's nothing bad." He stood up. "I must go back to your mother now. I'll send Gerda to look after you. And I will tell you immediately when Anna and your mother are alright." He put his hand on Elsa's shoulder. "Are you big enough to stay alone for a little while, Elsa?"

Elsa didn't want her papa to leave her. She was confused and not sure how she felt about her new sibling. But she always bragged in front of her parents about how much of a big girl she already was. So she just nodded.

Her father smiled. "Brave girl," he told her. Then he left the room. Elsa sniffed.

It was a few hours later. Her father had come back, telling her that there was nothing wrong with Anna and that her mother had calmed down. And no, she was not at all angry at Elsa. Just very, very tired. And her papa had to do many things now that he was allowed to do things again. Then he had left again, and since Elsa really wasn't in the mood to play right now, she had told Gerda she would sleep for a while and the woman had left too.

But Elsa couldn't sleep. There were far too many questions in her head. Why was Anna so cold and why had she started crying when Elsa had touched her? Her eye color was pretty by the way, Elsa liked blue. Did her sister not like her? But why? Elsa had done nothing wrong! Why was her papa so busy now? And why was her mama so tired? Was that because of Anna too? Did she want to take Elsa's parents away from her? But why had papa told her that she and Anna would be best friends then? Elsa became a little angry.

"Anna's fault!" she decided and pouted. Well, as long as Anna didn't apologize, Elsa wouldn't talk to her, she decided and pointed at the mirror on the wall. That would teach her!

And then suddenly a ray of frost shot out of her finger and coated the mirror with rime. Elsa yelped and sat up in bed, pulling her arm back and pressing it against her chest. What was that? Had she done that? Why was her hand feeling so energized right now? She looked at the mirror in disbelief and then at her hand. It looked like always, except for the finger that was coated in melting rime. Elsa had never been bothered by coldness, but it wasn't even feeling cool right now!

"My cold," Elsa realized. It hadn't been Anna that had turned cold suddenly. It had been Elsa's fault! She didn't know how, this had never happened before, but her hand had probably turned cold suddenly, just like now, and she had scared her new sister. Suddenly Elsa felt very bad.

"I say sorry," she told herself. She had thought very bad things about Anna. And her parents always said, when you do something wrong you have to apologize. She got out of her bed and walked to the door, opening it. No one was there. Maybe they were with her papa now? After all he had things to do again. No matter, Elsa didn't need help for this. She was a big girl. She walked over to her parent's room. Fortunately the door wasn't closed since she wasn't QUITE big enough to reach the doorknob. She pushed the door open and looked in.

Her mama was sleeping. Anna was in her arms, also sleeping. Elsa was glad she wasn't crying anymore. No one else was in the room. Elsa quietly entered and sneaked closer. She didn't want to wake them. Since she wasn't tall enough to climb onto her parent's big bed, she just stopped standing in front of it, looking up at her sleeping mother and sister.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Then she smiled. "Anna is nice."

"Elsa?" She turned around. Her father had entered the room, puzzled to see her here. "What are you doing here?"

Elsa pointed at her sister. "I say sorry Anna," she explained with all the sincerity of a three-year-old princess.

"You apologized to Anna?" her papa clarified, starting to smile. "Because you made her cry?"

Elsa nodded. Her father picked her up.

"Elsa, that wasn't your fault," he told her and kissed her on the cheek. Elsa grinned. She had done good! "That was very nice of you." He looked at his wife and daughter. The first was way too exhausted to hear them, but Anna was stirring. "Let's go," he told Elsa quietly. "They need to sleep. We can come back later."

Elsa looked back and waved at Anna, although the baby was still asleep. Then she and her papa left the room.

"Are you hungry?" her father asked her. Elsa nodded. "Then let's eat something." He put her down, took her hand and they started walking.

"Papa?" Elsa asked. "Anna like me now?"

"Anna is still very little, dear," her father explained. "But when she gets bigger and you are nice to her, then she will be your best friend."

"Sister," Elsa repeated what she heard earlier.

"Yes, she is your little sister. But when she gets bigger, she will like you and you can play together."

"I'm cold," Elsa tried to tell her father about what happened in her room with the mirror.

"You are cold?" he asked when they reached the dining room and he sat her on her seat. "Then we need something warm to eat. Wait here, I'll call the staff."

Elsa frowned. Her papa was wrong. She didn't feel cold at all. She had tried to tell him that she could do funny things with ice now. But she didn't know the right words. She put her hand on the table and giggled as a small part of it became coated with rime. She wondered if Anna could do this too?

Then she started grinning. This could be Anna's and her secret! Perhaps Anna would like her even more if they shared a secret? When her father came back and the staff brought them a meal, she sat down quietly and ate. Tomorrow she would tell Anna what she could do. Elsa hoped that her sister would like it. They would have so much fun together, she and her new sibling!

For parents: I sadly have no children of my own, so I have no idea, if a three-year-old really talks this way. Is Elsa believable?

shloop: Thanks, I changed Elsa's speech a bit. I hope it's better that way. As said, I have no children and English isn't my mother tongue, so it's hard to imagine how an English-speaking three-year-old would talk.