Hi! So, this is my very first fanfic. I'm working on this with my friend, who does not have an account so I'm just going to make sure everyone knows that she helps proof-read and other stuff like that. I'm super excited to share this with you guys; I absolutely fell in love with Frozen when I saw it and I felt really bad that Elsa was alone and then my friend told me about this ship and I was like, NEW OTP! Thanks for reading my story, and I'm not sure how often I'll update, but I'll try and do it as regularly as possible! All of these characters belong to Disney, and probably (if I put any in) all of the songs too. If I put in one of the songs I've written I'll make sure and tell you guys!

-Isabelle

Chapter 1:Elsa

I hear Anna scream and suddenly I'm running down the hall, unaware of how I got out of bed. As I run, doors start to fling open one by one to reveal horrific scenes. I'm forced to watch and re-watch Olaf melting; Arendelle freezing over; Anna falling to the ground from 50 feet up; my parents being tortured with knives, and water and electricity, and fire. I turn my head to the end of the hall and see a shape I can only make out to be Anna. I run but I never reach her; the images keep appearing, door after door in this hallway that seems to never end.

I wake up with my hands over my mouth and the sheets tangled in my legs. I kick them off and try to steady my raging heartbeat. I look up at the ceiling,freshly painted midnight blue with little white dots to remind me of the Arendelle sky. A sky I'll probably never see again. Hell, I'll probably never see the stars again, not in New York City. The city that never sleeps, or as I like to call it, the city that gives me nightmares.

When my breathing finally returns to normal, I slowly get up and make my way out of my room to the kitchen. I start to make Lady Grey Tea to calm my nerves; both making it and drinking it calms me. I look at the clock, 7:28 am, about an hour and a half until I have work. I go to Anna's room while waiting for my tea to heat up, hoping she had the good sense to set an alarm, and find her room empty and her bed messy. Oh thank God, she's on her way to school. I hear the microwave beep and I leave to go get my tea. Once it's out of the microwave and I've taken a few sips I decide I should start getting ready.

I head to the bathroom, grabbing a towel out of the closet on my way. I start the shower, and shed my terror-sweat-soaked shirt and shorts. I step in the shower and let the hot water run down my back, trying to release the tension in my muscles. I wash my hair, getting lost in the soothing motions. When I'm done, I head back to my room to dress in my work uniform for Livin' La Vida Mocha: a white bell-sleeved button-up shirt with a maroon collar, a black skirt that goes about 4 inches above the knee, a maroon apron with black pockets, maroon knee-high socks, and black ankle lace-up boots. I braid my hair and put it up in a bun, tucking a few stray pieces behind my ear. I put on some nude lip gloss, and some brown eyeshadow and mascara; not too much to draw unwanted attention to myself, but enough to look polished.

I finally make my way to my dresser and put on the black gloves that end at my wrist. All of my other gloves went to my elbow, so Anna bought me these. I grab my phone and my subway card and head out the door, locking it with the key we keep hidden in the plant. (I'm still surprised no one has broken into our apartment; we've lived here for almost two years and haven't once changed our hiding spot.) I start to walk down the three flights of steps, fidgeting with my gloves, to get to the lobby and exit the building. As I leave the apartment complex, I notice people wearing jackets and silently curse. It may be the end of April, but people still tend to look at you funny if it's chilly and you're only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. I sigh and head towards the subway. It's not my fault the cold doesn't bother me.

It's me again! Well, obviously it's me; who else would it be? Sorry, I'm a little excited... Anyway, please review and tell me what you think... PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEEEEEASE! I'll give you a cupcake if you do... Just kidding, if I had a cupcake I'd eat it, but yeah. Please review! Feel free to give me your honest opinion, just please no foul language... well, just not too foul because I used a little bit of foul language and I will use more, but please don't put it in your reviews... also, feel free to ask me questions and I will gladly answer them. Again, I'm super excited to share my story with you, and I hope you all fall in love with them as I play out their little romance. Also, I apologize for such a short chapter, I will try and make them longer in the future! Thanks again!

-Isabelle