A/N: To the guest who left a question as a review, as well as anyone else who may be wondering the same thing, even if they haven't actually asked me: I reserve the right to form such pairings as I see fit, when I see fit, how I see fit, without so much as a hint of warning, and I may very well end up exercising that right, because I have no fear of flames. Let the flames rage on, the heat never bothered me anyway. ROTFL I sincerely hope I wasn't the first person to drop that line, it was way, way too easy. Of course, it's not LITERALLY true. I can't stand the heat. I like my weather in the mid-fifties F. But metaphorically, yeah. Flame away. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a ****. That's what it means to be a random shipper.

Disclaimer: I'm not an owner, I'm just a random shipper.

Hot And Cold Aren't Antonyms

At first, Anna was estatic. Not only did it solve her problem, far more importantly, she would finally, finally reconcile with her sister. It was everything she'd been longing for for the last eleven years of her life. She would be living with Elsa again, and this time would be different. She hoped.

Her hopes were dashed within seconds of arriving at Elsa's apartment. She knocked on the door. When the door opened, she could do nothing but stare at the vision before her. Elsa stared back at her, many, many different emotions flittering through her eyes, none of which Anna recognized. Anna herself felt nothing but pure happiness at finally seeing her sister's face after all these years.

"Elsa." She whispered, tears of joy beginning to drip down her face, as she took a step towards her, arms out to catch her in an embrace. Instantly, Elsa's face closed off completely, once again becoming the hated mask Anna was so familiar with.

"Don't touch me." She said coldly, putting her hand out, though she didn't need to physically stop Anna in her tracks. Her tone of voice was sufficient to the task.

In that moment, Anna knew that she had been wrong. Nothing had changed. Living with Elsa would indeed be a return to the past, but not the past of her early childhood that she longed for, the past of her greatest torment. Being so close to the person she loved most, with daily reminders that she was not loved back. She felt sick. She wanted to turn and run, to go back home where it was safe, to beat up her stupid self and her stupid hopes of a few weeks ago. But she didn't. She was an adult now. She'd already registered for classes at UCLA. She had responsibilities.

Elsa settled her in with her typical brevity, quick and efficient, with the bare minimum of communication. As they brought in the last of the boxes and set them down, she spoke more words than Anna had heard from her in the last eleven years combined.

"I'm sure you know that Mom basically forced me into this. It wasn't my decision to let you live here. But, since you're here, you're going to follow my rules. Don't go in my room. Be home by ten. If you make a mess, clean it up. No friends over, ever, for any reason. And most importantly-"

"Don't touch you." Anna finished angrily.

Something unrecognizable flickered once again across Elsa's face, so quickly Anna wasn't sure she hadn't imagined it. "Good. So you know."

"Of course I know. It's the only thing you've said to me for the last who knows how many years."

"Anna-"

"If you need me, and I know you won't, because you don't, I'll be in my room." Anna stormed into her room and slammed the door without a word of protest from her sister. She threw herself onto her bed and buried her face into her pillow, great, silent sobs racking her body.

She didn't think she could face this again. The first time was bad enough, now she was alone. No friends and family, an unfamiliar city, the pressure of doing well in a difficult college, living with a person who twisted the knife in her heart every time they interacted. She needed something. Anything.

She got on her computer and did somthing she never thought she would do. She started a blog, calling herself HappyNoLucky7. She vented all her feelings, describing her general situation without giving names or details. It was a cry for help. She needed someone to tell her that it was okay, that things weren't as bad as they seemed, that they would get better.

She began getting comments fairly quickly, some of them encouraging, others just demeaning her for whining. Always an emotional person, she could feel her mood rise and fall with the comments. Then she found one that stood out to her. IceMasterKris had some things to say that really resonated with her.

From how you've described your sister, it sounds like she has Haphephobia, and is also an extreme introvert to boot. While I don't know the situation perfectly, it's impossible to describe a lifetime relationship in one blog, I really, really don't think she hates you as much as you think she does. She probably just has an exceptionally difficult time expressing her feelings. I'm pretty introverted myself, so I know exactly how it feels to be someone everyone thinks of as a cold, uncaring person just because I don't gush my feelings everywhere. I think you should just try not to take it personally when she acts like that, since it sounds like she treats everyone else the same.

Anna could almost believe the words she read from this person, even though it was entirely unconvincing when she had tried to tell herself the same kinds of things all those times. It was like she could tell the writer had true insight into the mind of a repressed person, lending more weight to their words. Nevertheless, it didn't completely erase all the bad feelings that had accumulated over the years. She decided to reply to the reply.

But we were so close when we were younger. She didn't used to act like this at all. Towards me, at least. She loved me! And then one day, she didn't. Isn't it kind of impossible to not take that personally? I must've done something to make her hate me, I just can't think of what.

IceMasterKris came back with a reply very quickly.

You know that's highly unlikely, you're letting your feelings overcome your logic. It's much more likely that something unrelated to you happened to amplify her Haphephobia, to the point that she couldn't even ignore it with you, the person she was closest to. I'm SURE she loves you, deep down. She just can't show it. You need to find a way to believe that, so it doesn't eat you up inside anymore.

Anna smiled while reading the reply. The icemaster's words were powerful, lifting her mood quite a bit.

Thank you so much, you've encouraged me a lot. I really needed it. Do you mind if I talk to you more from now on? I've got a feeling I'm going to need a lot of encouragement in the days ahead.

Her smile grew as she read I don't mind at all. Message me anytime you like.