Hello! Welcome to the story! Thanks for clicking and what not! I don't own Frozen…but I did go to Disney world a little while ago…and I MET THEM! EFF YEAH! I BOUGHT A T-SHIRT! Elsa invited me to Arendelle…it was great XD

"Why does Anna always have to make so much noise?" Elsa mumbled to herself as her sister yet again shifted in her sleep. She was just thankful Anna hasn't climbed into bed with her yet. Sleep was difficult to come by this week for both of the girls.

Elsa snuggled deeper into her bed, but realized how uncomfortable she was and threw off her top cover. It was getting hot in this room. Way too hot. 'Now I can see why Anna is moving around so much..' Elsa sat up quickly, clearly uncomfortable with the heat, and through the darkness she saw her sister thrashing wildly. Her eyebrows scrunched together in concern and confusion as she jumped out of her bed and made her way towards Anna.

Before Elsa could make it over to her sister's bed, the covers burst into flames.

"Anna!" Elsa screamed as she raised her own hands to calm the flames. Ice shot from her palms towards the wild fire, but as quickly as the ice had formed, it melted. "Anna!" She shouted again. "Please wake up!" She had no idea if her sister could be harmed by her flames, they never tested their powers enough to know.

"Elsa!" Her sister thrashed even more violently as she screamed her sister's name. "It's so hot!" Elsa tried even harder to quell the flames. "Mama! Papa!" She screamed as the door burst open to reveal her parents.

"What's happening?" The king shouted in fright, knowing that his children were in danger. He ran towards Anna, about to risk everything to try to pull his daughter out of the flames, when he heard Elsa screech, "No!" She stood in front of her father, knowing that he did not know the full extent of her powers, as the flames licked at her left arm.

Elsa hissed with pain, but focused her powers. She could feel the cold racing up her arms and she smiled softly as she concentrated on the chill.

"Elsa, don't!" She heard her mother scream. "Let your father handle it!"

Elsa gritted her teeth and reached through the flames. They felt cool, as if nothing could hurt her. She broke out of her amazement when she saw her sister straining against her nightgown.

"Elsa…" Anna drew her name out as she groaned.

"Don't worry, Anna." She touched her cool hand to her sister's scorching forehead. "I got you."

Present Day

*clink, clink, clink*

"Aw man, this is turning out awesome!"

*clink, clink cli-clunk*

"GOD FREAKIN DAMN EVERY CURSE WORD!" A young blacksmith shoved her thumb roughly into her mouth as her eyes began to water.

A boisterous laughter was heard from outside the room. "Take off a finger, Anna?" A large man walked through the door to see his daughter shooting glares in his direction.

"I'll haf you know," Anna's voice was slightly muffled by the thumb. "I haf eferything ender control."

The man laughed again and sat in the corner. The family blacksmithing business was modest, but was considered one of the best. People from all around would come to their forge and request different weapons or just beautifully crafted ornaments. The talented man in question was Erik Anders. The one who is also passing down his talent to his daughter.

He lightly inspected her work. "You're makin' some pretty intricate stuff here." He gave her a look, but she refused any eye contact. "Who's it for? Better question, who could afford this type of handy work?"

Anna fiddled with her pigtail braids and pretended to be extremely interested in the ceiling. She was wearing her usual blacksmithing attire, which included an overall type denim and a long sleeved plaid shirt that she usually rolled up her arms.

Bring on the heat. "Well, I met a new friend in town the other week…" At times like this, his black hair really matched his eyes.

He urged her to continue. "So, a friend…?" She nodded. "Must be a seriously rich friend." He leaned back and grimaced slightly at the wooden chairs creaking. He loved teasing his daughter, but she was doing some extremely intricate work and he didn't want her wasting any expensive metals.

Anna shrugged and took off her heat resistant gloves. "I guess…" she muttered, leaning against the counter. "He was walking with two guards and everything." She gestured with her hands, explaining how huge the guards were. "I'm guessing he's from the upper middle to upper ring. He was really pale and everything."

The country of Arendelle was sectioned off into four main sections. There was the upper ring, which contained the castle, all of the different royals and people related to the castle. There was the upper middle ring, which contained the doctors, lawyers and people who owned a lot of land. Thirdly, there was the regular middle ring, which held the farmers, and most of the artisans. Lastly, there was the lower ring, usually called the slums, which housed all of the land workers, peasants and people who did anything for a pretty penny.

Luckily, the two artisans weren't in the lowest of low sections. They had a decent place in the middle ring and were quite proud of it.

"Huh, upper rich kid?" Erik stood up and inspected his daughter's work at a closer range, and almost collapsed. "Is…is that…gold?" He almost barfed from the realizations of what this small thing would cost.

"Oh yeah!" Anna gave him a thumbs up and started heating the forge again.

"He did…give you a down payment…right?" His face was growing red, and it wasn't from the heat in the room.

Realization lit up on Anna's face as she stuttered to explain. "Oh my god! Of course, of course!" She waved her hands around wildly. "The kid was like 'Hey, I heard you guys were pretty good at what you do. You even make weapons for the royal family! Yadda yadda yadda.' And I was like, 'Yeah! My dad does all the nice expensive looking stuff!' and then he was like, 'Well, you're his daughter, right? I want to see what you can do!'" Erik was clutching his head in pain from the long stream of words. "And so he just plopped a bag of money into my hands and asked me to buy the needed materials and then if he liked the sword then he would pay me the big money!"

Erik let out a sigh of relief. "That was all I needed to know." He picked up the gold trinket that Anna was working on. "Is this the hilt to the child's sword?" She nodded in excitement.

The piece that Anna was working on was more than impressive. The hilt that would soon belong to a thin small sword was made of the purest gold. There were six intricate lines of gold that were connected to the cross-guard and would soon wrap lightly around the rain guard. The grip was yet to be made, but Erik could only guess that it would be beautifully crafted and comfortable for even the most non-worked hands.

"Anna," He held the hilt in amazement. "I couldn't have done better myself." Anna beamed at the complement. This was probably one of the greatest moments in her sixteen years. "How small are you making the blade?"

She thought for a moment, then measured it out with her fingers. "It's going to be small. One of the guards told me that the kid wasn't allowed to play with 'extreme' weapons." Erik snickered softly. "So, I'm making it almost needle like, but I'm making it from the toughest iron so it won't easily be broken." Anna smiled wide, showing off a row of extremely rare white teeth.

"Well, you need help or anything?" He lightly offered his assistance, though he knew his daughter would completely reject him.

Anna paused before answering. "Hmm, well if I seriously screw up," She patted him heartily on the back. "then you can totally take over." He laughed loudly, his smile reaching his eyes.

"Why dontcha come inside for a bit and grab something to eat?" He opened the door that lead into the kitchen area.

Anna thought for a second and realized that her stomach was more important than a rich kid at the moment. "I am so in for that!" She killed the fire and followed her father inside.

"You really need a bath though, you're gonna ruin the kitchen your momma worked so hard on!" This time the smile didn't completely reach his eyes.

Anna looked down on herself. Black and other assortment of colors was all she could see. She was covered in soot, dirt and everything else you would find in the wilderness. Eh, she could clean it off later.

"Momma wouldn't like you using her as an excuse to clean myself!" Anna said with a smirk as she sat heavily in the chair that was situated around a small round table.

Anna's mother died five years ago from an illness that swept through the lower ring. Of course it had to reach the Anders house in the middle ring. There wasn't a single day that the small family of two didn't mention the cheerful woman that made any dull day brighter.

"I miss momma." She sighed and rested her head on her hands.

"I miss her too, firecracker." Anna smiled at the little nickname her parents always called her.

The Anders house was relatively small, but it fit the family of two perfectly. The forge area had a dirt floor, so that they could avoid any unneeded fires. The kitchen was simple. They had running water, the walls were painted a cheery yellow and there were a lot of windows that gave the illusion of open space. Her mother really loved that yellow paint.

"You better had made something good." She stuck her tongue out at him. "I stopped working for this!"

He laughed and revealed an assortment of sandwiches. "I know your weaknesses." Her eyes widened in delight.

"Worth the break!" She grabbed the sandwich and practically killed it with her chewing speed. "How'd you get the money for new ingredients?" Sure, her father made weapons for royalty, but it wasn't every day that they came knocking on their door.

"One of those royal guard people completely dulled his blade." He shrugged and took a bite of his food. "He gave me a good amount for just sharpening the thing. Besides, I save money!"

"He must have been hacking at something…" Anna muttered, shoving the last of her sandwich remains in her mouth.

Erik nodded in agreement. "I think this country is still pretty stabby with that Southern Isle place." He shrugged. "I don't pay attention to politics unless I'm involved." Anna gave him a look. "And I never get involved." He chuckled softly.

"Well, when you think about it," Anna started. "if there's more war, then there are more people that need weapons, which means more business."

War was a touchy subject in Arendelle, since it was becoming more apparent that a full blown battle was resting on the horizon. The ruler of Arendelle, Queen Elsa, was refusing to take on a suitor. The people of the Southern Isles were not too thrilled with that knowledge. Anna was sure there had to be more dirty secrets brewing within the castle walls, but she didn't have to worry about that. All she needed to worry about was getting the weapons into the hands of the fighters.

"I don't know what the Queen is going to do…" His voice trailed off, sounding more uninterested as the seconds went by. "I heard the council is debating doing the draft if a war does happen." Anna gave him a skeptical look.

"Well, we don't have to worry about that!" She pounded her fist to her chest. "Since I'm a lady and you're old!" Erik let out a bark of laughter and leaned back in his chair, satisfied that this chair could properly hold his weight.

"Hey, kid." He pointed his index finger at his daughter. "I'm not that old. I mean," He flexed his arm. "look at these muscles. Just look."

Anna gave him a slow clap. "I'm sure all the ladies swoon." She stood up and made her way towards the forge. "Now, if you would please excuse me, I've got a rich kid to make happy."

Erik gave a large gesture with his arms. "By all means, daughter of mine, please finish your oh so amazing project." She gave a mock bow and exited the kitchen.

Erik started to chew mercilessly on his fingernail. War didn't exactly make him nervous, just the thought of Anna having to go through it did. After the former king and queen died, the whole country went into a depression, as if the whole place died with them. He could only imagine how lonely the princess was at the time. She had no one else but her younger brother. However, in retrospect, both families were lonely. Erik lost his wife and the princess and prince lost their parents.

Just an extremely cruel circle of life.

He made his was over towards the forge and watched his daughter work in the doorway. It amazed him how she got that gleam in her eyes whenever she started a new difficult project. Erik watched as Anna pulled the iron out of the fire and was about to dip it in water. His eyes widened. She forgot her gloves again.

"Wait, Anna! Don't do that!" He yelled in fright, but it was already too late.

Anna was engulfed in a steam that covered both of her arms and the front of her body. He rushed over to help, knowing that any skilled blacksmith made mistakes, but those mistakes could often be fatal. As the steam dissipated, he prepared himself for the worse. However, he was unprepared to see a smiling Anna.

"Don't worry, dad." He looked down at her, seeing no damage. "The heat never bothered me anyways."

Thanks for reading the first chapter! I'm not sure where I'm going to take this story, but I really wanted to write one where Anna had fire powers. I have another story called I can be that Someone if you're interested in taking a look.