Elsa stood by the window, her eyes never meeting her sisters.

"Elsa, please," Anna pleaded. What would it take to convince her? What would it take for her sister to even look at her? "You have got to listen to me."

Elsa crossed her arms. There was something unnatural about the dress that she was wearing, though Anna could not quite place it. "I should be saying the same thing to you. What makes you think that you should even be here? You should be back in Arandelle where you belong."

"And you don't?" Anna forced back a sob. "Elsa, you're the queen!"

"Of what?" Elsa's eyes, now that they finally met Anna's, were as cold and hard as the ice around them. "What would ever make you think that I could return to Arandelle? They think that I'm a witch!"

"That was just one person, and they aren't even from Arandelle!"

"And how would you know? Maybe I am a witch."

"Elsa, that's ridiculous! You're no witch; you're my sister."

Elsa raised a blond eyebrow. "And how would you know that?"

"Because-" Anna stopped; this conversation was going nowhere. "Elsa, I just want you to come home! I don't care about your ice powers! You're still my sister!"

Her face softened. For a moment, she looked like the Elsa from all those years ago, the Elsa that played with her. The Elsa that let Anna be the knight who saved her, the princess. This was the Elsa that would build snowmen with her and never throw a snowball too hard. "Really?"

"Really." It didn't matter what her sister could do; she was still her sister.

Elsa frowned. "Then that's one of you."

"Elsa, the whole reason that I came here was for you to come home with me. I'm not leaving without you, Elsa!"

She balled her fists. "You can't have everything that you want, Anna!" The air dropped ten degrees in a second. Elsa composed herself, wiping her hands on the sides of her dress. "But, if you truly are this inclined to be with me, then make yourself at home. There's more than enough room for two."