Well, it's been forever and a day, and I'm back. College has been…wow. Anyways, here's my first story in like, 2 years I think. Please, I need all the help I can get, but no flames. God bless every one of you, and thanks for whatever support I get! Please R&R.

Night Terrors

The room was dark where the princess was sleeping, with only the smallest shred of moonlight penetrating through the crack in the curtains. Anna was asleep in her
room, and the Queen in hers. The only ones walking about were the graveyard-shift servants, in case the royals needed anything during the night. The castle was
quiet, the town was fast asleep, and not a single peep was heard throughout. Well, except for when Elsa let out a blood-curdling scream from being awoken by her
dammed night terrors.

Ugh, these night terrors. When will they ever end?! It was the same exact dream, too. That's the thing that killed Elsa, was that it was the SAME. ONE. It was just a re-play of events from the time Hans brought down his sword, and Anna stopping it. However, there was a different element about it this time. She remembers that Anna, upon impact, would shatter into a million ice-cold pieces, and Elsa trying to frantically put them back together. However, she never could; this would eventually lead to her crying hysterically, and fading into black darkness. This would often result in her waking up in a cold sweat, screaming as if she were on fire. She was in her own personal hell, and she saw no easy escape from it.

Elsa always had trouble coming to terms with her emotions. "Conceal, don't feel" had always been her mantra, and, after thirteen years, old habits die hard. Feeling love, openness and acceptance was a new concept all together for her - and it was going to take some getting used to, to say the very least. After someone has lived their life in practically total isolation, shutting everyone out in pure fear of harming someone, love was…a very difficult thing to do.

It hadn't always been like this, though. Elsa sat there, restless, trying to think of good memories with her and Anna. It was hard to do at first, but a few memories floated gently to the surface of her mind. She remembers the time she once froze her father in his bath, because he tried to ground Anna for back-talking their mother, (yeah…safe to say that Elsa had some rather fun explaining to do on that one). Or, recalling the instance whenever it was summer out, and Anna dug a big hole in the ground, and Elsa filled it to the brim with snow. When the sun came out, it melted, and created a mini-pool for the two young girls to swim in for the day. That was nice and refreshing, considering that the summers in Arendelle almost always hit around 100 degrees.

But, this was different.

This was a whole new ballgame. Elsa realized that she could have easily lost her sister that day. Anna could have really shattered, but love held her together. And it's not like this was just a brave man to save her, like it had always been told in the famous fairy-tales. This was Anna. Her beloved sister, whom she would do anything for, Anna. She should feel overjoyed that they were finally back on good terms again, (not that they were on bad terms to begin with, but simply because the rift was now gone). She should feel good that her sister had displayed a God-given sense of forgiveness and love that she openly and freely gave to her sister without expecting anything in return.

But, she didn't.

Elsa couldn't help but feel only guilt and regret. Sure, letting everyone in and having the gates open all the time was great. And in her very own words, she knew she'd never be closing them again, (been there, done that, didn't work out too well). Even ice skating with her sister had gone well, which was also great. However, overwhelming feelings of isolation and self-condemnation were coming out to play, and was starting to torment the young woman, and she felt herself slowly starting to lose her grasp on her mentality. As she slowly started to repeat her binding mantra, "Conceal, don't feel…conceal, don't feel", she felt like time was all but halting.

But wait

She had a thought,

Anna!

Yes, of course! She could now do something about her bottled-up feelings that she could never have done before, and that was talk about them with someone! All those lonely years, she only had her teddy bear Mr. Fuzzy to talk to, but even he didn't know what to say sometimes. All he could do was comfort her by giving her fuzzy hugs, and let her cry into his fluffy head. However, she had no idea that God and her sister had also been listening, both hearing her agonizing prayers and pleas to be set free from the fear that controlled her existence. Now, by the grace of God and a series of musical life-altering events, she would finally be able to actually talk to her sister about all of these foreign things called complex emotions.

But how?

How, after thirteen years of shutting out the one who kept providing you with persistent, unconditional love, were you supposed to approach them? Her day at her home-made ice rink had been very social indeed, sure. But, that was in part due to the fact that she really had no choice. After she had melted all of the winter away, people flocked to her from virtually every direction in Arendelle. So, how that she was alone with her thoughts for the first time that day, (finally getting a break from all of the diplomatic responsibilities she now had), she was able to plan some kind of way of how to deal with things. And the first step was to find Anna.