** Hey all! Sorry this one took a little longer, but I think you will really like it. Thanks again for getting back into the story with me. Happy Reading!

Xx Hayley

"Anna. Anna!" Anna heard her name being called from far away. She looked all around her, but she couldn't see anyone; there was only snow, in every direction. She heard her name again; the voice sounded like Elsa now. She hoped it was Elsa. She had a lot to discuss with her—why she hid her powers from her, if she knew about the fact that Kristoff was there that day her family was there, what happened for her to need a healing spell, and, most of all, why she didn't remember anything from that day. Yeah, Elsa definitely had some questions to answer.

Wait, this situation had questions to answer. Why was she in the forest? Suddenly, as soon as she asked herself, she was being whisked through the mental fog of awakening into her own room in the castle. She blinked a couple of times, trying to get the green circles in her vision to clear away.

"Anna, what are you doing? Get up!" Elsa was sounding exasperated, clearly having been trying to awaken her for a while. Why was she so tired, anyway? She couldn't remember. Elsa's voice dropped down to a hiss once she saw that Anna was awake. "And what is he doing here?"

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Anna looked to her side, and what she saw woke her right up. She jumped out of bed. Thank goodness they hadn't done anything that required the removal of their clothes. Except, wait, she had taken Kristoff's shirt off…

As if on cue, Kristoff looked over, saw Elsa, looked down, saw his bare chest, and gave a weird little squeal that seemed very uncharacteristic for such a large guy. "Kristoff, if you please," Elsa said curtly, but still with a touch of warmth in her voice.

"Understood," Kristoff said, clutching his shirt to his chest like a girl who was caught bathing. He randomly added a little bow as a he ran out the door towards his room. "Your highness."

"Anna," Elsa began once the door had shut behind him, "I came in simply to tell you that we will be having a dinner to honor our guests at seven this evening, so you need to be ready."

"Oh no, what time is it?" Anna asked in a panic, automatically assuming she had accidentally slept the entire day away. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

"It's only eight in the morning. I was coming in to brief you for the day. I did not expect for you to be so impossible to awaken, or to find you in," Elsa paused, searching for a word, "this situation."

"Elsa, I'm so sorry about that." Anna was leaning towards her sister now, hoping she wouldn't be angry for too many days. Upsetting Elsa about this was the last thing she wanted. She had wanted to upset her about the hidden facts of her childhood.

Elsa hugged her quickly and backed away towards the door. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

Anna blinked hard. Elsa didn't sound even the tiniest bit cross. Was she in a parallel universe? "It's okay?"

Elsa shrugged. She seemed so much less icy this morning. "I mean, I wouldn't make a habit of it."

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Anna said as soon as she saw Kristoff. He was waiting near the stables for her with Olaf and Sven, ready to go visit Kristoff's troll family and find out the secrets of Anna's past.

"Heh," Kristoff awkwardly muttered as they began on their way, trying to look at Anna over Olaf's head-branches and below his flurry. Kristoff and Anna had intended to sit next to each other in the sleigh, but Olaf had squeezed between them at the last second. "What happened after I left?"

"Actually, it wasn't that bad."

Olaf piped in before she could finish. "What wasn't that bad?"

Kristoff and Anna made the kind of eye contact that would've given a clue to anyone else but remained a mystery to Olaf.

"What is with you guys? Your eyes are so wide," the snowman observed. "Is the wind bothering them? It's so windy."

"Oh, yeah," Anna replied, nodding her head far more than was necessary, "the wind is terrible. It is just so windy. Actually, earlier, when Elsa noticed the wind,"—she emphasized the phrase far more than necessary, as well—"earlier this morning, she wasn't even mad."

"Oh wow, that great!" Kristoff smiled, clearly as surprised as Anna had been, if not more. He had pretty much only experienced the icy side of Elsa…except her insistence that he stay in the castle. Whoa, she didn't condone the sleeping over, did she? Was she Anna's wing-girl? No, whoa, too much. He was thinking about this too much.

"Why would somebody be mad about wind?" Olaf scratched the area where he chin should be.

Kristoff lowered his voice, which didn't help anything, of course. "I'm sorry about that though. I won't put you in that position again. I really did just come to talk."

"Sure you did." Anna winked, yet another key tell that was completely lost on her snowy friend. Kristoff didn't have time to reply, though, because they were now approaching the Valley of the Living Rock, and he knew his family would be rushing out to see him. They, for sure, would not be as oblivious as Olaf was about his conversations with Anna.

He untied Sven from his reigns, ignoring a question of "You're sorry it's windy?!" from Olaf.

When he arrived at the Valley, his family was already up and stirring, playing games and chatting. They were only somewhat happy to see him compared to how ecstatic they were to see Anna. He wasn't sure if they were excited he had a girlfriend, were excited he was now associating with other humans, or just adored Anna in general. Probably all three.

"I'm so happy you came home to visit, Kristoff," his adoptive mother, Bulda, squeezed him into a hug. "You'll have to tell us all about life at the palace!"

"Actually, this time," Kristoff explained to his mother, not wanting to cut their visiting short, "I came to see Grand Pabbie. We have some question to ask him."

Bulda's thin, grassy eyebrows immediately furrowed. "What's the matter dear? What do you have to discuss with him?"

Instantly several of his aunts rushed over to Anna and examined her hair. "Is she okay?"

"Has the freeze come over her again?"

"No, no, I'm fine," Anna giggled. It touched her how concerned they were after only a couple of interactions.

"This time she has questions about what happened when she was little." Kristoff turned to his mother, changing all his statements into a question with his inflections. "The day I found the Valley, Anna was there, wasn't she? Grand Pabbie was doing a spell on her?"

Bulda gasped, her hands shooting up to cover her mouth. "It was so long ago. I hadn't realized. But it was you."

"Kristoff," Grand Pabbie broke in, slowly approaching the group, which consisted of almost every troll in the valley, "Welcome home."

Kristoff gingerly embraced the old troll and explained the situation to him as he had to Bulda.

"Yes, my dear," the patriarch confirmed, turning to Anna, "what Kristoff suspects is true. I first saw you when you were very young. Just as Elsa unintentionally froze your heart only recently, she unintentionally froze your mind when you were very young. You were only playing together, but she simply had no control of her powers. We erased the memories of her using her powers with you, at the request of your father, to protect you from getting hurt again."

Anna's eyes darted across the ground in front of her. This was a lot of information to process all at once. "So, my parents knew about this, and Elsa knew about this, and no one told me? They were all hiding from me for my whole life?" She felt her eyes welling up with tears. Olaf grabbed her hand, looking up with his sympathetic snowman eyes.

Grand Pabbie nodded, his eyes sympathetic as well. "It was what your father felt was best. He tried to make any problems simply disappear. I knew him since he was a small boy. He, after all, did one worse for himself: he had me completely remove his powers."

Anna gasped. "My father had powers? And he removed them?"

Olaf gasped seconds after. "You have a father?"

Grand Pabbie nodded again, gazing off into the distance with his typical stern expression. "It was not an easy process to remove them, but he wanted to protect others. It could not be done with my power alone; it required the assistance of the Brothers Norse, or the Norse Gods, as some of them call themselves."

"The Norse Gods?" Anna looked at him in disbelief. "I thought they were a myth."

"Well, I wouldn't call them gods," the ancient troll explained, "After all, their powers are like Elsa's in nature. However, most of the ones you have heard of do exist, omitting many of the far-fetched stories, certainly."

Anna thought back to the strange flash she'd seen occur between Elsa and Marcus. But he was a young man. He couldn't be one, could he?