A/N: Hello and welcome to "The Girl Behind the Door."

I was actually going to wait a little longer to post this story, but since half of the stories I follow don't ever update and most of them that do update are taking their good old time, I got kinda bored, so I figured why wait! ;-)

So something about this story: it is really all a bunch of fluff. It's filled with fluff! It's nothing but fluff! Some of it is fluff of fluff! (Ha! Try saying that ten times fast!) And, for the record, for those of you who read my other story, "Waiting For an Angel", I personally don't think that this story is as good as that one, but hey, you might think otherwise! So read and review, everyone!

Disclaimer: There are a lot of things I own. I own a bike. I own a cell phone. Heck, I even own a French horn! I do not, however, own Frozen.

Prince Johan stood excitedly next to his father as the gates of Arendelle Castle opened before them. The castle was such a beautiful sight, and he couldn't believe that they were going to get to stay there for two weeks. He tried to keep a good posture in his royal uniform like his father taught him as they entered and walked toward the castle. Looking back, he saw the gates close tightly behind them.

King Magnus of Landvik was there in Arendelle with one main purpose: to get support in the war against Ljungborg. Ever since war had been declared on Landvik, the king had been trying to get support from Arendelle, their closest ally. Now, finally, the kings of both lands would meet to discuss it.

Meanwhile, Johan had come along too. Officially, his reason for accompanying his father on this trip was to learn about how the business of kings works. He needed to learn these things as heir to the throne, even though he really didn't want to be king.

But Johan had his own reasons for being there, too. He had heard all sorts of rumors back home about the mysterious little kingdom of Arendelle, where the castle gates remained locked to all. He couldn't contain his sense of adventure when he found out that he'd actually get to go inside this mysterious castle and stay there for two weeks. He was determined to discover the secrets that this castle held.

They walked through the doors, following two guards and a servant who seemed to be the head butler. Entering the throne room, Johan saw a man with dark red hair pacing in front of the throne. He came to a halt when he saw them enter, and the prince knew this must be the king of Arendelle. He suddenly felt that familiar jolt in his stomach that he always felt on the rare occasion that he met the monarch of another kingdom. He walked behind his father a bit, hoping to go unnoticed as they halted before the throne.

"Your majesty," the servant said, bowing, "King Magnus of Landvik."

Magnus bowed, and Johan followed his lead. The king nodded back and stepped down to greet them.

"I'm relieved to see that you've gotten here safely, Magnus," he said, holding out his hand, which Magnus took.

"Thank you, Agnarr," Magnus said. "And thank you so much for having me here. I am truly grateful for your help."

King Agnarr stiffened and promptly nodded. Then, for the first time, he took notice of Johan standing there. He seemed surprised to see the young prince standing there, but it also seemed to worry him.

"Oh," Agnarr said, "who's this?"

"Oh, this is my son, Prince Johan," Magnus replied, patting his son on the back and pushing him forward slightly.

Agnarr stared at Johan for a moment. The prince guessed that he was a bit wary of having a young teenage boy in the castle. Actually, he seemed a bit wary of having anyone in the castle, although the reason why was anyone's guess.

Nevertheless, he gave Johan a formal smile and shook his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, my boy."

"Thank you, sir," Johan replied.

Agnarr walked with them to his study as the servants brought their bags to their rooms. The two kings walked side by side, discussing the war, while Johan trailed a bit behind. He was impatiently waiting for something exciting to happen. All the rumors of the castle where no one goes in and no one comes out made him think that the place must be haunted. Or at least have something to hide.

In the study, he slouched against the wall by the door as the two men talked. Looking around, the room looked not much different than his father's study at home. Actually, the castle in general, while still beautiful, wasn't actually very much different from home. He was expecting a dark, creepy place that looked almost abandoned.

After several long minutes, Magnus glanced at the prince, and laughed when he saw his son staring off into space.

"What?" Johan said.

"You look bored out of your mind," his father replied, shaking his head.

"No..." the prince lied, looking away.

Agnarr chuckled too. "Reminds me of myself at that age, when my father took me on business trips."

"That's okay," Magnus said, "young boys are supposed to hate these types of things. I'm glad I've only got one boy to deal with."

"You have two daughters too, don't you?" Agnarr asked.

Magnus nodded. "Mm-hmm. Leah and Julie."

"How are they?"

"They're good. They're all growing up too fast though," Magnus said glancing at Johan, who simply rolled his eyes.

"Believe me I know the feeling," Agnarr said.

"And how are your daughters, Elsa and Anna?"

Johan glanced back at the pair upon hearing this. He hadn't realized there were other children in the castle. He could use the company, even if it was girl company.

The king seemed to hesitate to answer. "They're hanging in there..." he said, earning him curious looks from the others. "We've just been having some... family troubles. Elsa has been... going through a rough time."

"Forgive me for asking," Magnus said. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it."

"That's okay," Agnarr reassured him. "Anyway, Anna gets very lonesome at times, too, without anyone to talk to."

"Huh," Magnus said, looking at Johan. "Why don't you go find Princess Anna, son? I'm sure she'd appreciate your company."

"That's a good idea!" Agnarr agreed.

"Uhh..." Johan said awkwardly. When he thought of excitement, entertaining a lonely little girl wasn't exactly what he had in mind. But what was he going to say? No? "... sure. I guess."

"I think she's in the portrait gallery," Agnarr said. "Down the hall, to the left, up the stairs. You can't miss it."

"Thanks," Johan said as he exited the room.

Soon enough he found the doors that led to the massive portrait gallery. Inside, he heard a small voice.

"...and he never knew what hit him!"

Johan peeked in through the door that was slightly ajar and saw the young girl laying on a bench and looking up at a portrait of Joan of Arc. She had red hair like her father's, with one platinum blonde streak on her right side. She continued telling the painting her story.

"So, I made my escape with the chocolate, and now it will never be seen again."

Johan rolled his eyes and silently groaned to himself. This girl was crazy.

He pushed open the door and entered the room. The girl looked back at him upside down from her position on the bench when she heard the noise. For a few moments she stared at him, until finally he broke the awkward silence.

"Hi," he said.

"Uh... hi." The girl looked at him in disbelief, as if he were from another planet.

"I'm Johan."

Slowly, she sat herself up, not looking away from him. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Usually no one is allowed in the castle."

"I'm here with my father, King Magnus of Landvik."

At these reassuring words, her face lit up. "Oh!" she said more excitedly now. "You're from Landvik?"

"Yeah," he said walking over to stand next to the bench.

"Oh, cool!" she exclaimed. "I'm Anna." He nodded in greeting as she lay back down and addressed the painting. "And this is Joan."

Johan looked awkwardly up at the painting. "Hello," he said.

"We talk a lot when everyone else is busy," Anna continued.

"I see," Johan said. "So, um, Anna, how old are you?"

"Eleven," she replied. "How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

The little girl gasped in excitement as she rolled onto her stomach to be able to see Johan. "My sister is fourteen!" she exclaimed.

"Really?" Johan said, pretending to be interested.

"Yeah!" She gasped again as a thought struck her. "C'mon, you have to come meet her!"

As Anna got up, Johan remembered some of the things King Agnarr had been saying about his other daughter.

"Uhh, Anna? I-"

But she was already dashing out of the room. "Catch me if you can!"

"Anna, wait!"

Johan chased after her down the stairs into another corridor of the castle that he hadn't seen yet. He shivered as the air suddenly got colder.

"It's cold down here," he said.

"Oh, it's always cold down here," Anna replied. "It's probably that window."

Johan wondered how there would be a draft this cold in the middle of summer.

They arrived at a white door with snowflakes on it, and the closer they got to it, the colder it seemed to get.

Anna rapped on the door. "Elsa? Elsa, we have company! The king from Landvik is here, and his son Johan is here too and he's fourteen just like you!"

Anna paused for a moment. Hearing no response, she called out again. "C'mon Elsa, let's all go play!"

Again there was no response. Johan almost wondered if anyone was really in there. But he knew that the door wouldn't be locked if there wasn't.

Anna opened her mouth to say something again, but instead she sighed in defeat and sat up against the wall beneath the window. Johan looked between the girl and the door, trying to think of something to say as he kneeled down next to the young princess.

"You know," he said, "maybe your sister just doesn't want to be bothered right now."

"Nah, she never opens the door," Anna said. "She never leaves that room."

Johan stared at the door again. He wondered how this happened. While all this sweet little girl desired was the company of her older sister, she got nothing but the cold shoulder. He wondered why this girl, Princess Elsa, stayed locked in her room without company all the time and shut people out.

It occurred to Johan that this was the true excitement that he would find here, but now he sought more than just adventure.

He turned back to Anna. "Hey, why don't you introduce me to some of your other painting friends? I'd love to meet them."

She smiled up at him and her face lit up once again. "Ok!" she said. She got up and started dragging him back the way they came.

He took one last look at the door. He almost felt as if there were eyes watching him from the other side. He now had a mission: he would discover more about the girl behind the door.

.:.^*^.:.

Elsa sighed as she leaned against the keyhole on her door. These walls aren't as thick as they think.

Thanks for reading the first chapter guys, and don't forget to leave me your thoughts in the reviews!

Read on, write on, dream on. -bandgeek63