Well hello there, you lovely people! What? I'm an awful person for not updating? Yeah, I know. Sorry about the long wait! I had lots of school…and summer school…and fall school…lots of school. BUT LOOK! A CHAPTER!

"There are times when we need to do something for the greater good."

"Just hearing you say that makes me want to do the opposite." The woman stared at the old troll, waiting for him to reveal what she assumed was a child with extraordinary powers. She wasn't wrong in her assumptions. Her footsteps were light, as if she were trying to not wake the young girl. "Is she asleep?"

"Only just."

"And what does that mean?" The child was paler; paler than a child should be.

"I have a sleeping spell, one that brings death like features but leaves the person unharmed." He waved his hand of the child's mouth. "You cannot even feel her breathing." He touched the child's arm. "Cannot even feel the blood flowing through her veins."

"Was this to…" Her question hung in the air like a dense fog.

"Deceive her family?" He sighed. "Yes, yes it was. Her older sister is quite the perceptive one, so I had to be cautious."

The woman looked from the child and back to the troll. "What about her sister?"

He started rubbing his hands together, as if he was trying to keep warm. "She is the eldest, so I could not take her as well." He nodded towards the woman. "Her powers are the opposite of yours, Aileen, and she is the one to ascend to the throne."

"She has powers that control the cold?" Her eyes widened. She has never met anyone who could wield powers like this older sister, but…this was the first time in meeting someone with similar powers has herself.

"Ice and snow." The woman wished she could meet her. "She has enormous power in her, but her control is a little more refined than this one." He gestured to the child. "Now…I'm going to wake her up…and you are going to be her new mother." His eyes pierced into hers. "Do you understand that?"

She gave a small nod in return. "There isn't much of a choice…but if it is within my power, I will give her a happy life."

"Fantastic." He started to wave his hand over the child's head. "When she wakes up, her memory will have been altered, actually, she will remember nothing. She will barely remember her name." Aileen winced. "Her powers have been sealed and she will have no recollection of having them." His tone lowered. "As time goes on, her powers will start to resurface. I have no idea when this could happen, so you need to be prepared."

The girl started to blink awake. Her eyes darted around, but didn't seem to focus on anything specific. She sat up and repeatedly rubbed her eyes. At this moment, Aileen knew she could be a parent, but she had to take everything one step at a time.

"Are you…" The child seemed to tilt her head. "what?"

The child must be terribly confused. "Sweetie," Aileen almost grimaced at the term of endearment that barely crossed her lips. "do you remember me?"

The child shook her head. "Are you…" She took a deep breath in and then released it. "my mama?"

"Yes I am."

"I'm sorry I took so long!" Anna was running towards a very depressed looking Flynn. The carriage sat there for only god knows how long, reminding Anna just how bad her memory could be at times.

"No, no worries." He leaned against the carriage. "I'll wait days, weeks…" He looked towards the sun. "months."

"Who knew a single male could house so much sass…" She mumbled to herself.

So, once again, Anna found herself on the lovely carriage waiting to go to the lovely palace on this lovely afternoon—and it was weird. The sun was a sick reminder that she may be unable to see it again. Sure, being a "guest" seems like a pretty good deal, but that doesn't mean the guest room isn't locked up. All through her life, Anna was never confined to one place. Her parents always let her wonder around, but "be safe" they would say. She may be impulsive at times, but not dead at the end of the day.

"You look like you're goin' to be sick." She wasn't sure if it was from the carriage or her oncoming doom. Both of which made her incredibly nauseous.

This, in retrospect, could be the start of a wonderful future. Everyone says that the Queen was good at two things: ruling her country, and scaring the living crap out of people. But rumors are rumors, so you have to find the source of it all…even though the source is the Queen herself. Anna was only able to pick up the rumors from the locals and this Flynn guy, basically there're not reliable. The only saving grace was that Olaf lived in the palace as well. He may be the prince, but he was still that rich boy customer that made Anna make a kickass sword. So they're…nothing special. They just live in the same country.

"If you vomit in there I'm gonna be angry."

Do you question why people exist? Well you should. Some people just have that uncanny knack of pissin' others off. Sometimes they don't even know this information, and when they do know they're usually jerks about it. It's not that Anna was going to vomit from nausea, but it could possibly be from nerves. Ya know, nerves from going to the palace, living there, having to actually socialize with people that matter to this country and could totally kill someone with a snap of their finger. Nope—nothing to be nervous about.

"We're here!" Oh god. Yup, still looked exactly the same. Flynn helped her out of the carriage and picked up her single bag. "Don't worry so much!" He clapped Anna on the back. "She wouldn't invite ya if you weren't special." If only. He continued to follow her until the large wooden doors of the palace. "Well, this is where I leave ya!"

Anna smiled softly. "Thank you for your help and kindness." He smiled back and turned to walk towards the carriage. He looked back only once to throw her a wave and a smile. There were two very official looking men staring at her that stood in front of the door. "Um…I'm Anna?" It sounded more like a question then a fact. "The Queen wanted me to come here." Might as well tell it like it is. They looked at each other, using that good ol' silent speaking. They nodded in unison and pushed open the two heavy wooden doors.

"Welcome." Gotta love those fake kind greetings. Way to break a girl's heart.

"Thanks?" Anna started her ascend, becoming more confused as she climbed higher. "Do you…do you guys know where I should go?"

One of the guards took a step inside the castle. "Gerda!" His voice bounced off the walls. Anna was pretty sure half of the residents had to have heard his voice.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me like that?!" A small woman came running out of one of the side doors. This was probably Gerda. At least she seems to have a kind face. You can never be too careful in these situations. The typical stranger danger, and Anna was being thrown into the lions den. She was an older woman that was dressed to look like a maid. So…she probably was a maid.

"Oh darling!" Gerda grabbed both of Anna's hands. "You must be Anna?"

For a few seconds Anna was wondering why the maid was saying the name 'Anna' when it finally registered that she was the Anna being mentioned. Oh god. "Uh, yeah. That would be me!" She attempted a smile that probably looked like someone just kicked her in the shin.

"You seem nervous." Wow, was it really that obvious?

"Of course not!" Anna let out a nervous laugh. "Who would be nervous going to the royal castle, meeting the Queen, and being in like the most important place in the country?" More nervous laughter. Well, now is not the time to be a coward about your own cowardice. "Of course I'm nervous!"

Gerda's hand covered a small giggle that escaped from her mouth. "Oh, we can't have that now." A look of confusion flashed across Anna's face. "You won't be seeing Her Majesty until dinner tonight," Ok, that gave her some time to freak out in private once more. "so you and I will be setting up your new room and preparing for tonight!"

Uhhhh, whaaat? Room? Queen? Dinner? Eating? What was eating? Could she even eat? This was too much for Anna's body to handle. She was surprised someone wasn't hosing her down because of the smoke that was probably escaping from her head. Where were the windows that she could jump out of?

"Follow me, dear!" Too many terms of endearment today.

Anna did as she was told; follow the maid to god knows where. The castle was obviously huge. Anna would obviously get lost. Then she would die from starvation, because that obviously happens when you put a commoner into a situation where she has to fend for herself inside a castle…especially when that someone is Anna.

They stopped in front of a door. Could that even be considered a door? It was probably bigger than some houses. "This will be your room for the time being!" She opened the door. Anna opened her jaw.

She dropped her small bag and stared in awe. Not only was the door huge, but this freakin' room was as big as two of her houses put together! Why would someone need this much room? Why was the bed so huge? Is this a one person bed? Why was there fabric on top of the bed? Why does this freakin' bed come with its own roof? Anna used the door frame to steady herself.

"Ma'am…I don't need this much room." Her eyes were probably as big as a small planet.

"Nonsense!" Gerda picked up the bag and set it down on the bed. "The Queen requested that you stay in this room!" Anna wanted to throw up.

"Why are there doors inside the room?" There were two doors, one next and one opposite to the bed.

"Oh!" Gerda opened the door to the right of the bed. "This is the closet." Anna peered inside. She really wanted to throw up. It was a walk in closet. Why the hell would someone need to walk inside their closet?! "And this one is the bathroom." There was a bathroom. She had her own damn bathroom. Ohmygod, it sparkled. Were toilets supposed to sparkle?!

"Umm, ma'am…" She really wanted to throw up.

"Call me Gerda! I insist!" She was smiling from ear to ear.

"Is it okay if I used that toilet?"

"It's all yours!" Gerda was about to leave when Anna ran towards the sparkly contraption.

"FANTASTIC!" And she so charmingly threw up into this lovely and expensive piece of artwork.

After that lovely incident, Gerda wiped off her face and led her back into the room. Her room? Whatever it was, she was sitting on the bed. Anna was guessing the nerves were getting the better of her, or maybe a killer virus had come to collect her soul. Maybe her angel of death wanted to stop her royal suffering. Why are my thoughts so suddenly morbid? She looked around the royal bedroom. Oh that's why…makes sense now.

"Are you feeling alright, dear?" Gerda had a look of concentrated worry on her face. No, no she was not okay. She was far from okay.

"I'm fine." She was totally not fine.

"Should I get the physician?"

"Oh, no no no no, definitely no." Anna waved her hands wildly in front of her, as if her hand movements could make the other woman completely forget about her barfing.

Gerda felt her forehead, making Anna blush. "You don't feel too warm. Your face is a little flushed though." Where was that angel of death when you needed them? "I'm calling the physician." Anna was about to decline once again when Gerda raised up her hand. "No if, ands, or buts!" This woman was evil.

So, the physician walks in. He looks all studious. He says words that she didn't understand all too well. He took her temperature. He was staring at her. Wait, what?

"You are running a bit of a fever." Hell yeah! Killer virus! "I'm guessing it is from so many stressful changes." Preach it, doc! "I suggest some bed rest just so that we don't aggravate that fever anymore." Hell yeah! Sleep!

Gerda was looking at Anna with eyes that said, 'I told you so' Anna just wanted to stick her tongue out at her. "So, looks like you are sick." Duh.

Anna coughed awkwardly. "Uh, so what now?"

Gerda started tapping her foot. "Well, I guess we have to tell Her Majesty that you have to get some rest." Her eyebrows pulled together. "It's a shame though. She was so looking forward to tonight."

Was…was this a guilt trip?! Oh, nuh uh. This will not work on her. No way, no how. "I guess I can still eat a bit…" Wait, what? WHAT? The words just tumbled out of her mouth! Is this what true guilt tripping does to people? I'm weak. Too weak. So weak that a middle aged maid just me.

"Oh, fantastic!" Gerda clapped her hands together. Anna wanted to throw up again. Was that all that would happen today?! Throwing up?! "Let's get you in some nice clothing!"

"Ma'am…I don't know if I have clothing that is considered 'nice'" Anna used finger quotations.

"Nonsense! I have something perfect…" Gerda whipped out a dress. Where the hell did this woman keep that?!

"Do I have to wear a dress?" She didn't want to whine, but she would do anything to get out of this dress situation.

"You don't wear dresses?" Anna brought to her attention the pants she was wearing. "I retract that comment. I guess we could find you some nice pants, but usually women do wear skirts or dresses." Gerda left to get her something more 'Anna' appropriate.

So she didn't like to wear dresses...sue her. Pants were better for climbing things, jumping over things, and running! Well…a lot of girls don't do those activities, but that doesn't mean she had to go with the crowd! Fly free! Do cool stuff! Just don't jump off of waterfalls because that really hurt.

"I think these will work perfectly!" Gerda presented a black pair of trousers with a nice green blouse. This clothing probably cost more than her father's horse. The woman practically forced Anna into this godforsaken clothing. "You look fantastic!"

Anna looked at the bathroom mirror. She did look nice, but she didn't look like Anna. Too clean. "Well this is a shocking turn of events."

Gerda walked up behind her. "Now all we have to work on is your hair." Was something wrong with braids? If she remembered correctly Her Majesty also wore a braid.

Anna's hair was put into a bun. A fancy bun. A really fancy bun, with a hair clip. There was a hair clip in her hair. She didn't even own one of those. At least her bangs were allowed to be down because they sway to one side.

"You look rather dashing." I am a female, lady…

"Uh, thanks I guess?" What was she supposed to say to that; 'You look dashing too'?

"Look at the time! Are you ready to meet Queen Elsa of Arendelle?" No, what she really wanted was to hide in that bed with the roof. "Don't worry, Prince Olaf will be there as well." Okay, that made her feel a little better. Gerda felt her forehead one more time. "After I'll get you some nice medicine and a cool rag." Bless her heart. She led Anna down some stairs. She took a right. Then a left. And after what seemed like they have been walking for ten minutes, she stopped in front of huge brown, and very nicely crafted, wooden doors.

Anna whistled quietly, wishing that she could be the one who made that. "Those are some nice doors." She muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Oh! Er, those doors are some doors that lead to somewhere…" Where is that damn death angel?!

Gerda just chuckled a bit. "Yes, yes doors usually do lead to places." She pushed open the doors. Sweet shit, she opened the doors.

And there she ways. Looking straight at the Queen herself. She was sitting at the head of the table, looking all noble and stuff, and Olaf was sitting at her right. The table could probably seat at least 150 people, maybe 300, or maybe a small country. Olaf stood up and waved excitedly.

"Anna!" He ran the length of the huge room to give her a big hug. "I was waiting for you!"

There was a little bit of panic settling in already. "I'm so sorry if you were waiting for me!"

"Don't apologize!" He gave her a big toothy grin. "I was just really excited that it seemed like a long time to me!" Anna let out the breath that she was holding. She should get used to; she probably won't be breathing this entire dinner. Olaf grabbed her hand and pulled her down the left side of the table. "You can sit next to my sister!" Oh hell no! No no no! Compared to the Queen, Anna looked like she was dunked into the river and rolled in dirt.

That was how I found myself next to Queen Elsa of Arendelle. The Queen stood up and smiled sweetly at the blacksmith. The woman was wearing a gorgeous blue dress that looked like someone took 5 months to make…because they probably did take 5 months to make it.

"I apologize I was not there to welcome you." Her majesty said.

She was apologizing to Anna?! "Your Majesty, you don't have to apologize! I'm the one who should be apologizing for being here, keeping you waiting, and, and making you stand, and…" Anna clamped a hand over her mouth, horrified. Utterly horrified. She could hear Olaf snicker from across the table.

The Queen just smiled sweetly. "Anna, everything is alright." She gestured to the chair. "Please, take a seat. You are my guest and I am delighted to have you here." Anna sat down, still mortified. The Queen sat down. "To make up for what I was unable to do," She smiled again, not looking like the Ice Queen from all the rumors. "welcome to my home, Anna."

Anna's eyes, once again, become planet sized. "T-thank you for inviting me, Your Majesty." The next things Anna knew there was food covering the table. She saw food that she didn't even know existed. "Woah." She whispered. Unknown to Anna, The Queen smiled at that, reminding her of her dear sister. A plate was put in front of Anna, filled with random stuff she couldn't name, but hot damn she was going to eat it!

"The food is always awesome!" Olaf said with a mouth full of food. Huh, so even a prince can do that.

"Olaf!" The Queen scolded. "What have I told you?"

He looked down at his plate. "Eat, swallow, talk…"

She nodded in agreement then started eating herself. "Good boy, Olaf." She took a side glance at Anna and noticed she hasn't touched anything yet. "It is okay to eat, Anna."

Anna look up quickly with an alarmed look. It's not like she didn't want to eat…it's just how the hell does she do that?! Why are there so many damn forks?! That was the only reason she hasn't attacked the food yet…and maybe the fact that she didn't want a repeat of the bathroom episode.

Her hands hovered over the utensils. She looked up to Olaf who was pointing to the second fork on the right of the plate. Bingo! Anna picked up the fork and begin to eat. "This is awesome!" She said with a mouth full of food. And here comes the panic! Ohmygod I'm such an idiot, and ill-mannered idiot. The Queen just scolded the Prince about the same thing! I'm going to die…

"Anna…" Here it comes. Death. "what did I tell Olaf?" Olaf was trying not to laugh. Anna sent him a death glare.

"Uh…eat, swallow, talk?" It sounded like more of a question then an answer.

The Queen nodded. "Good girl, Anna."

What was that? Did she…did she treat her like she treated the Prince? Anna stared at the Queen with wide eyes.

"What is it, Anna?" She asked, putting down her utensils and staring at her questioningly.

There are some things in the world that you never expect to see. This is one of them. "I'm sorry!" Anna looked down at her mostly filled plate. "Just ignore me." She muttered loud enough for the Queen to hear.

She frowned at what she just heard. "If something is bothering you, you are allowed to tell me."

"Yeah, Anna!" Olaf yelled, leaning against the table. "I want you to be happy because you make me happy!"

"It's really not important…"

"Humph!" Olaf crossed his arms. "Then why aren't you eating?"

Anna looked at her plate once more. Wait, was it rude not to eat everything? She wasn't hungry at all, quite the opposite actually. Yup, she could definitely feel the fever starting to hit. "I'm just not hungry is all…" Why were they being so nice to her? They're royalty!

"Not hungry?" He questioned. "Your friend said you eat like a horse!"

Anna's face turned red. "Did…did Meg tell you that?" He nodded. "I'm going to kill her."

"But seriously, what's wrong?" Well that was a loaded question! She was in a freakin' castle! Everything seemed wrong!

"Anna, are you feeling alright?" The Queen looked concerned.

"You don't have to worry over me!" All Anna wanted to do was hide.

"HEY GERDA!" Olaf yelled, smiling when he saw the woman enter the room. "What's wrong with Anna?"

Anna paled. "She has a bit of a fever…" Well this was embarrassing.

The Queen stood up and put her hand against Anna's forehead. The Queen did that. Holy hell! She put her royal hand on my commoner head! Is that even allowed? Am I going to the dungeon? Should I get someone to clean her hands profusely?

The Queen frowned. "You are warm." She muttered. "Did you contact the physician?" Gerda nodded. "What did he say?"

"Just that she was running a fever." Gerda replied, looking slightly worried. "She just needs some rest."

"She's sick?" Olaf asked, looking concerned.

"No, no!" Anna spoke up, waving her hands. "I'm just…hot-headed!" She was not meant to speak words.

The Queen shook her head in amusement. "Let's get her to bed." She said, gesturing for Anna to stand up. "I hope her room is to her liking?" Gerda nodded. "Good. Call the physician again, just to make sure." She led Anna out of the dining room with Olaf trailing behind. "I do not want my guests to be ill under my watch."

So, this was how the first night in the Arendelle castle went; with Anna wondering what the hell was going on and what horrifying things would happen tomorrow. Knowing Anna, the possibilities were endless.

I'M REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THE NEXT CHAPTER! Anna's powers start becoming more obvious. Elsa questions the obvious. Olaf is Olaf.

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