Chapter 17: The escape.

Eighteen years – Fifteen years.

Elsa stormed into the palace, not even trying to be subtle, and not caring whether her parents found out about her little escapade or not. Some guards tried to stop her, since they did not recognize her in masculine clothing, but she simply knocked them back with her powers, at which point they cowered or fled in fear. She ignored them all and kept walking towards her father's study.

Yes, it was very early in the morning, so there was a possibility he wasn't there, but it wasn't unusual for him to fall asleep in there instead of his bedroom. Though, on the slight chance that he had somehow discovered Elsa wasn't asleep in her room, he would have coordinated the search efforts from his study. So he was probably there right now, still working on one issue or another.

She didn't expect, however, to run into Anna and Percival as soon as she stepped into the royal wing. It was a very unusual occurrence to see them together, much less at literally three in the morning, so she was more than a little startled by their presence.

"Anna? Percival? What are you doing here?" She questioned, having stopped dead in her tracks.

"Elsa?!" Anna exclaimed, looking at her boyish clothes as if they were an egregious offense against humanity. "What are you wearing? Father will get mad if he sees you!"

"Where have you been? I've been searching for you all night." Percival said in a chastising tone, completely ignoring Anna's comment.

"Where have I been? Where have you been?!" Elsa retorted, looking at him with murderous eyes, suddenly remembering why she was mad at him. "I could have used your help a couple of days ago, when I was locked away in a cell. Yet despite your supposed devotion, you didn't even bother searching for your 'goddess'." She drew invisible quotes in the air as she said the last word.

"Your father said he'd sent you to live with some relatives for a while as punishment." Percival shrugged. "I wasn't going to leave Arendelle to save you from some crazy aunt."

At his reply, all Elsa wanted to do was punch him for being so stupid, yell the truth at him and then maybe freeze the entire castle solid, but she knew she couldn't do that. Yet. No, she needed answers. Answers that only her parents could provide, and attacking her suitor wouldn't help her obtain those answers. She'd deal with Percival later.

"Whatever." She growled. "I'm going to see my father. Continue doing… whatever it is that you were doing." And with that, she pushed past them to continue towards the king's study… or tried to anyways, since two pairs of arms held her back before she could take another step.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!" She demanded, trying to get free, but both Anna and the prince pushed her back and stood in front of her, blocking her way.

"Father will punish you if he knows you went out so late in the night, wearing boys' clothes no less!" Anna argued. "You need to get back to your room before he finds out."

"He'll find out anyways. I better tell him myself." Elsa shrugged and tried to push past them again, but they blocked her path.

"You're not ready to confront him, Elsa." Percival tried to make her see reason. "Your training isn't over, and your powers are still rather unpredictable. In a real fight, we don't know what could happen. Please. If you could just wait a few more months…"

"Months?!" Elsa all but screamed. "You want me to be here, taking all this abuse and neglect without saying nothing or fighting back, FOR MONTHS?" Percival actually took a step back at Elsa's murderous look. "NO. No. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of acting like a good little girl, because I'm not." She tried to hold back the tears, but she was too shaken and angry at the moment to do it successfully, partially because of what she'd heard earlier at the bar, but mostly because of her one-week imprisonment. "I'm tired of the lies and the secrets." She added, wiping her tears. "And I'm not going to just keep enduring all of this if at the end there's nothing in it for me."

"I understand." Anna said in what she hoped was a placating manner, but she was trembling a little too much because of the cold to sound reassuring. "But you can't just storm into father's studio and yell at him. Do you have any idea of what happened the last time you did that?" Now Anna's voice sounded somewhat angry and broken, and once more Elsa got mad at her for acting like she was the victim here.

"Believe me, I have better knowledge of that than you do." Elsa muttered, clenching her fists and trying not to let out any more ice; an area of about six feet around her was already covered in frost.

"Really?" Anna replied, frowning angrily and crossing her arms over her chest. "Did you know I'm marrying Hans?"

"W-what?!" Elsa shrieked, not having expected that at all, and not quite understanding what it had to do with what she'd told her father the other day. "But you don't even like that asshole!"

"Arendelle can't afford going to war with the Southern Iles, much less when they have so many allies." Percival explained, finally contributing to the conversation. "After you froze the prince's arm, the only way to preserve the peace between the two kingdoms would be by an arranged marriage between him and Anna." He didn't look very concerned about all of this, like it was just a minor inconvenience, but Elsa was. She was utterly and terribly mad at herself because now that she knew she was the reason Anna was so devastatingly angry and sad at the same time.

The younger princess had always dreamt of a fairytale-like romance; falling in love with a handsome and warm-hearted gentleman that would swipe her off her feet and treat her like a true princess. And she'd thought she'd found that kind of love in Kristoff. All her dreams, all her hopes and expectations of happiness, relied on her marring the boy she claimed she loved. And though Elsa didn't necessarily approve, she at least would have preferred to see her sister happy with someone that would treat her well. And Kristoff was a thousand times better than Anna being married against her will to some jerk prince.

In that moment, she hated herself more than ever. All she'd ever wanted was to be the reason of Anna's smiles, and yet now she was the very cause of her suffering.

… Or maybe not.

After all, she wasn't the one forcing her to marry Hans, right? And, if she was given free reign, the war with the Southern Iles would be over in the blink of an eye (not even their entire army could compete with her powers, unrestrained and unleashed). No; all of Anna's suffering, as well as hers, was caused by two people: their parents. Mostly their dad, but their mother was also to blame for standing by and doing nothing.

Well, now she had two things to fight for instead of one: Anna's right to marry whoever she wanted, and her throne.

"No, Elsa, don't even think about it!" Anna said, sensing her sister's intentions, and trying to once again block her path, only to be thrown against the wall by a powerful blast of cold wind, leaving Elsa's path down the hallway open. "You'll only make everything worse! Father will be so mad at you!" She screamed as she ran after her, slipping a bit thanks to the ice.

"Anna is right, you know? You need to be more prudent." Percival said, also following her but with a calmer attitude than Anna.

"I've been prudent for far too long." Elsa replied as she pretty much ran towards her destination.

"Prudent?" Anna almost laughed at that, if she hadn't been busy trying not to fall as she attempted to run on the ice. "You call freezing Hans' arm prudent? It had to be amputated, you know?"

"Good. He deserved it." She answered through gritted teeth.

"And just who are you to decide that?" Anna spat back. "You're just a selfish teenage girl who thinks she is ready to rule a kingdom, and yet can't bring yourself to look beyond her own nose!"

"And you're just an annoying little princess that can't seem to think of anything except romance and fairytales."

"T-that's not…" Anna was about to protest once again, when she noticed they had almost arrived at their father's studio. And, if she didn't want her sister to be punished once again (at least not more than usual), she needed to do something fast. "Wait!" She yelled, but Elsa didn't stop, and was about to reach the door, when Anna said the first thing that came to her mind. "At least change your clothes first. If father sees you like that, he won't even let you speak."

Elsa paused at her words. Not because she was considering changing before entering the studio (even if she knew Anna was totally right), but because she was tired of her annoying voice and her stupid words. Thankfully, she had just thought of a plan to shut her up.

She smirked evilly at the thought, and then put it in action. She waved her hand and, slowly, ice started forming over her clothes, starting from her shoes, up her pants, her shirt and everything else, replacing the clothing and transforming her peasant-boy costume into a beautiful ice gown. If a little masculine, perhaps, but still stunning.

The dress itself had a dark turquoise color, and showed off her ample blossom, accentuated by a tight blue ribbon underneath her chest. The sleeves were long, made of almost transparent ice, and loose fitting. Over it all, she was wearing some kind of vest, of a blue so light it seemed almost white, with some blue swirling patterns as decoration, and she also had a long cape trailing behind her.

She knew she had to be a sight to behold the moment she saw Anna's eyes widen and her mouth fall open, speechless at the sight of Elsa. Even if this was the first time she'd magically conjured clothing, she had a pretty good idea of how she looked (she'd imagine it thousands of times, after all); like a Queen of ice and snow. All that was missing was an ice crown, but she figured that was a little too much. She did take off her hat though.

And so, leaving a speechless Anna behind, she opened the door to the king's studio and stepped in.

"Elsa! What are you doing here?" The king gasped once his daughter entered his studio unannounced. "You should be in your room, you shouldn't…"

"I need answers. And I need them now." Elsa interrupted him, crossing her arms over her chest in an authoritarian manner, which was ironic since she technically didn't have any authority over her father.

"What are you even wearing?" He asked, eying her ice dress like he had just realized it was made by magic and intended to punish his daughter for that. He obviously didn't care about what Elsa had just said. Not that she expected him to.

"Elsa!" Anna broke in too, preventing her from speaking, and then stopped when she saw the king, still in his studio despite the late hour. "I'm sorry father, I told her not to disturb you." She said with a little bow. "Come on, Elsa, let's go to your room." She said to her sister, grabbing her arm and intending to pull her out of there, but the older girl didn't move an inch.

"Anna?" The king was now even more confused. "What are you doing here? You should be sleeping."

"I-I…" She bit her lip, unwilling to tell him she'd noticed her sister wasn't in her room and had spent the entire night searching for her around the castle, with Percival's help. Surely, Elsa would get in trouble for that.

"Doesn't matter." Elsa dismissed the subject with a wave of her hand before yanking her arm off her sister's grip and advancing until she was in front of her father's desk, looking down at him with all the hate she no longer cared to conceal. "What matters is that I have some questions and you are going to answer every last one of them, or else…" A long and sharp knife suddenly materialized in her hand, and she wasted no time pressing it against her father's throat, to the horror of her little sister, who gasped and backed up in fear, almost falling down.

"No, Elsa, don't do this!" She pleaded. "This is not who you are."

"Oh, but it is." The older girl smirked, watching her father swallow in fear when the knife drew some blood. "I'm the child of the prophecy, am I not father? I'm a witch, a monster that needs to be locked in a cell to rot for all eternity." She pretty much spat those words with a snarl, barely containing herself from pressing the knife harder against her father's skin. "That's how you've always seen me, and that's what I'm giving you now."

"What is it that you want to know?" The king asked with a clear scowl on his face, trying to regain his composure and not show how afraid of his daughter he really was. "Surely it must be important enough to commit treason against your own king. Your own father."

"It is." Elsa answered with a scowl that mirrored the king's, before asking her question. "Earlier tonight I heard a rumor. At first I didn't want to believe it because I thought you'd never do something like that without telling me, but… after all you've done to me, it doesn't really surprise me that much." She paused, noticing the ice crawling up the walls and trying to control herself. She only managed to slow it down a little though. "Is it true I'll never be Queen? Did you make a deal with someone so that I would never be allowed to take the throne?"

"Where did you hear that?" He asked, clearly surprised.

"Answer the question." She snarled, drawing even more blood from his neck.

"Elsa…" Anna tried to interfere again, but the older princess glared at her with such hatred that she shut up instantly, afraid she'd turn her into an icicle or something.

"Well?" Elsa prompted again, and her father sighed knowing he had no choice but to answer, if he wanted to live.

"It's true." He nodded. "There was probably going to be a revolt if I didn't accept, ending in lots of beheading of nobles and royalty. Like the french one." He grimaced. "But some noblemen managed to appease the people before anything serious started, and came to talk to me. They offered me a lot of money, together with the promise to spare all of our lives, if I designated Anna as the next-in-line to the throne."

"And of course you accepted without even telling me a thing." Elsa said in an accusatory manner. She'd expected that answer, but it still hurt her deeply knowing no one wanted her as Queen, and her father had been all too happy to deny her her birthright at the first opportunity.

"I knew you'd react like this." He tried to defend himself. "And you were too young anyways."

"… What?" Elsa was legitimately surprised by what his father had just said. She'd assumed the deal had occurred only recently, maybe a couple of years ago, but… just how long had they lied to her? All her life? "When did you make that deal?"

"I don't remember." Her father shrugged, as if it wasn't important to him at all. "Shortly after you killed that peasant boy."

"But… that was over five years ago!" Elsa exclaimed, berating herself for not having noticed it sooner. "We didn't even have suitors back then." And that's when she paused, realizing the answer to something she had always wondered. "That's why Anna had three times more suitors than I did, isn't it? It wasn't just because of my powers or my hostility; other kingdoms don't believe in the prophecy, after all."

"Yes. They all knew." Her father confirmed. "Only you were kept on the dark about this."

"Why?!" She yelled, furious about what she'd just learned, but her anger wasn't directed to her father, because she had expected such a thing from him. "Why couldn't you just tell me?" Her sister visibly flinched when Elsa turned to glare at her. "You knew too, didn't you?!"

"I-I… I'm sorry, I-I just…" Anna was terrified. The woman in front of her was completely and utterly furious, with a blood-covered knife in her hand and ice magic at the point of her fingertips. She could kill her in a second if she wanted. And it did look like she wanted.

"Why, Anna? Why would you, of all people, betray me?!" Elsa yelled at her again, but this time Anna was able to see behind the anger. Her sister's anger was to hide how broken she was on the inside. Elsa was fighting, and losing, the urge to cry as tears began sliding down her cheeks. It made the younger princess feel guilty. "Did you want the throne? Is that why you agreed to lie to me?"

"W-what? No! I don't want the throne. I've never wanted to be Queen." Anna replied honestly, offended that Elsa would think such a thing of her. "But I promised papa I would. For your safety."

"For my safety?" Elsa scoffed. "Or because you always do whatever our parents say?" Anna frowned and was going to protest at that, but Elsa kept talking. "You even agreed to marry that bastard that wanted to use me as a weapon, just because papa said so. If he told you to pierce my heart with a dagger I bet you'd do it!"

"Elsa, that's terrible!" Anna protested, getting angry at her sister's hurtful words. Though a small part of her knew what Elsa was saying was at least partially true.

"You know what? I don't care." At this, Elsa dropped the knife and started walking towards the door. "I don't want to have anything to do with you ever again. Either of you." She gave a pointed look to her father before looking again at her sister. "I'm going somewhere far away, where I can be free. Where I can build my own kingdom, and rule as Queen." Then her gaze darkened, and she whispered the last words in a very menacing tone. "Even if I have to destroy Arendelle."

"Elsa, no, don't do this!" Anna pleaded, rushing to her side and trying to grab her hands, but Elsa pulled away. "Please, don't go away!"

"She won't be going anywhere." The king's voice made both girls turn to look at him, now standing next to his desk. "Because I've called the guards." He smirked, showing a cord he had in his studio for situations just like this one. Elsa wasn't sure how it worked, but apparently pulling it would tell the guards he was in danger. "I had hoped to avoid using that cell again, but you give me no choice. I'm very disappointed in you, Elsa."

But he didn't sound disappointed at all. In fact, it looked like he'd been expecting this moment for a long time. The moment he'd get to capture the witch, be proclaimed a hero and deny the prophecy, even if said witch was his own daughter.

"No, father! Let's be reasonable about this." Anna pleaded, afraid of what could happen to her sister.

"Forget it, Anna. He's a cruel man, and he'll never change." Elsa said, glaring at her father once more before bolting out of the room. She could hear the guard's steps, but they were still far away, so maybe she'd be able to get out of the palace before they caught up to her. Plus, the ice was making the floor slippery, which would hopefully slow them down.

However, when she started to descend the stairs that would bring her to the main entrance of the castle, she heard voices coming from there as well. Probably more guards. Therefore, she turned around to find another way, but collided with someone. Before she could conjure ice and attack the person, however, she noticed it was Anna.

She had followed her.

"Anna? What are you doing?" Elsa asked, not having expected her to be there.

"I won't let them kill you, or lock you away or whatever. I'm here to help you." She said with determination. She refused to believe her sister was a monster, and she'd prove it to everyone else.

"Help me escape then." Elsa said before taking her hand and dragging her upstairs, frantically trying to remember another way out. If her memory wasn't failing, she thought she'd seen a way out through the kitchen. And… probably the stables. And there was another one at the back of the castle, wasn't there? But how could she get there without being spotted?

"Here." Anna said, pulling her down a hallway that Elsa didn't quite recognize. "We have to get to the stables."

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Elsa asked doubtful, and briefly wondered if her little sister was, in fact, leading her to a trap.

"Of course." Anna scoffed. "I've lived here all my life too, remember? And I know every single way out, because I'm always trying to escape."

But just as they rounded a corner to take another set of stairs, they saw a bunch of guards heading towards them. Elsa had to hastily create a wall of ice so their crossbow bolts wouldn't hit them, but she knew it wouldn't last long against their swords, so they started running in another direction.

"Just how many guards did he send after me?" Elsa exclaimed, exasperated. "Looks like he was expecting something like this to happen."

"Maybe he was." Anna admitted, even if she wasn't happy about it. "He knows you well." Elsa was going to protest, saying that the man knew nothing about her at all, when her younger sister led her up another set of stairs.

"What are you doing? We need to go down, not up." Elsa protested.

"There's another way out through a painting. A secret passage, if you want to call it that." Anna informed her. "I haven't used it in years, but I think father doesn't know about it."

Elsa sighed, but followed her obediently; after all, she was her best chance of getting out unharmed. True, she could just confront the guards and make her way out purely through brute force but… she really didn't want to take her chances, and she didn't know how many men were after her. It was possible she wouldn't be able to handle all of them before they managed to take her down.

When they found the painting Anna was talking about though, in one of the castle's towers, the redhead got it off the wall to presumably reveal a door… and discovered the way was blocked. A large pile of rocks had been stacked there to form an improvised barrier behind the door.

"Apparently… he does know about this passage." Anna sighed, biting her lip and feeling quite guilty. She'd just managed to get them both farther away from any possible route of escape.

"Move." Elsa ordered, unwilling to give up now; this passage was probably her best chance to escape. Once Anna had taken a few steps back, Elsa focused all her anger, all her sadness and all her frustration, and harvested it to fuel her magic. A blast more powerful than any other she'd conjured shot from her hands, and shattered the rocks. As expected, they turned to dust with a loud crack, and revealed… more rocks behind them.

"Fuck!" Anna exclaimed. She had really hoped Elsa's magic would be able to open up the passage, but rocks were always stronger than ice, weren't they? And her father had probably filled the whole passage with them.

But Elsa refused to give up just yet, and was preparing another blast of magic, when they heard voices and hurried steps surprisingly close to where they were. The guards were in the tower.

"They must have heard it." Elsa said, the realization that she shouldn't have done such a reckless display of magic downing in. "Is there another way out of here?" She asked, turning to Anna with a panicked expression, but the girl just shook her head with an apologetic look on her face.

"There's only one set of stairs that leads here." She revealed, regretting having chosen to go to that tower. "Now we can only go up."

Not wasting an instant, and with the guards closing in on them every second, Elsa took her hand once more and started running upstairs, trying to think of a plan other than just freezing the floor and hoping they'd slip, or creating a wall of ice to slow them down for a few seconds. She decided their best chance was getting to the top and finding a way down, maybe by creating ice stairs. She didn't want to mercilessly kill a bunch of men in front of her little sister, after all.

Once they'd gotten to the top, she opened the doors and walked outside, before shutting them and freezing them closed. When that had been taken care of, she turned around and started looking for a way to get down. She saw the roof of the castle a few meters below them, and decided she could create some ice stairs to get there, but… Anna would probably slip and fall to her death.

They could also jump and land in the courtyard, where she could create snow to soften their fall. But she really didn't want to put Anna in danger. And if she kept her with her, the princess would surely end up getting hurt.

This needed to be their goodbye.

Elsa felt a pang of pain in her chest. She didn't want to say goodbye. Not yet. She wasn't ready; she loved Anna. Despite everything, she knew she could never stop loving her. And yet… a part of her had always knew this day would come. They were too different, and if there was such a thing as destiny, it was probably also very different for them. They were not meant to be together, simple as that.

She turned to look at her sister, already feeling a weight crushing her chest at the mere thought of their departure, but… when she looked at Anna's saddened gaze, and knew she had come to the same conclusion, she decided she couldn't just leave her like that. Sure, if she took her with her, they'd always be on the run. They had to leave Arendelle if they hoped to even have some semblance of a normal life, but… it was better than to leave her here, at the mercy of her parents, to marry that bastard. She at least had to ask her to come with her.

"Anna?" She called her with a soft voice.

"Y-yeah?" She answered, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. She wasn't good at goodbyes.

"Would you come with me?" She asked, trying not to get her hopes too high, but it did show on her face how much she wanted Anna to accept.

"What?" Anna asked, thinking for a moment that she'd heard wrong.

"Please, there's nothing here for you." The older princess tried to convince her as she took her hands in an attempt to connect with her. "Father will force you to marry Hans, you'll lose Kristoff, you'll be expected to be queen, obey Hans and give him heirs. You won't be happy here."

"I know." Anna answered with a shuddering voice. Her lips trembled and her eyes were moist with tears. She knew all Elsa had said was true, and yet she already knew her answer. "But Elsa… I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Of course you can!" Elsa exclaimed, tightening her grip on her hands. It hurt her to see her sister crying like this, and knowing she'd suffer more in the future just made her blood boil. But Anna just shook her head, looked down and closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"This is not just about me." She said between sobs, now looking at her sister with her tear-filled eyes. "It's about the kingdom. They need a queen, whether I like it or not. And if I don't marry Hans, there'll be a war with the Southern Iles."

"But Anna…" Elsa tried to protest, but her sister quickly interrupt her.

"Please, I've already made my mind. Don't make this more difficult." She practically whispered, tears still falling from her eyes.

"Is… this really what you want?" Elsa asked unsure, reaching up wipe a falling drop on her cheek.

"No." Anna answered honestly. "But it's what's necessary."

"Okay then." Elsa sighed, having expected that answer. "I just hope that you're happy with this decision." She didn't even notice, but tears had started to fall from her eyes too at Anna's response.

"You too." Anna gave her a sad smile. "I hope you don't come to regret this, and that… maybe one day, we'll see each other again."

"We will. I promise." She said before she could think better of it, earning a small smile from Anna in return.

Suddenly though, they heard people coming from the stairs, and they were approaching fast. That's when they knew it. It was time.

"You need to go." Anna prompted her. "Now."

"I know, just…" Elsa looked down to the roof of the castle, and then back at Anna, like she knew she should go in that very instant, and yet refused to let go of her sister, knowing she most likely would never see her again.

"Elsa." Anna insisted with urgency on her voice. "Please, I don't want you to get killed."

"I won't." Elsa said, caressing softly her wet cheeks, wanting to be with her until the last possible second.

"I love you, Elsa." Anna sobbed.

"I love you too." She answered with a sad smile.

In that moment, they heard some rather loud hits against the door, and knew it wouldn't hold much longer, even if it was encased in ice. And so, Elsa did the only thing she needed to do before she was ready to run away: kiss Anna.

It was brief, yet passionate. Elsa pressed her lips strongly, almost roughly, against Anna's, holding her in place with her hands. And the redhead didn't resist; too stunned to do anything. Of course, she didn't return the kiss either. It wasn't perfect, and it was a little bitter because of the circumstances, but the older princess knew she'd treasure it all her life, because it was probably the last kiss she'd ever share with Anna.

When she finally let go of her, instead of immediately escaping, however, Elsa conjured a snowflake pendant and put it on Anna's hand.

"This will help you remember me." She whispered quickly, and then let go of her.

Anna missed the touch instantly, but knew she couldn't protest because in that moment, the guards burst through the door.

She had expected Elsa to, maybe, create a stairwell to get to the roof, and make her descent from there, which was dangerous enough as it was, but what she did was a lot more reckless; She stood at the railing, facing the guards with an evil smirk, that didn't look so convincing considered her face showed clear signs of her having been crying just seconds ago.

"There she is!" One of them yelled, pointing his crossbow at her. "Shoot to kill; she's too dangerous to be left alive."

"You're right." Elsa said darkly. "I am the witch of the prophecy after all. What are you gonna do about it?"

"Fire!" He yelled, and the men prepared to shoot.

"No!" Anna screamed, rushing to maybe intercept the arrows… but, to her surprise, no arrows flew in Elsa's direction. And just then she noticed Elsa had frozen them to the crossbows, which was probably why she was wearing that arrogant smirk.

"No one can stop me, not even a wizard could. And certainly not ordinary men like you." Elsa spat at them. "Tell this to your king before he wastes all your lives for naught." And with that, she jumped off the railing.

"Elsa! No!" Anna yelled as she rushed to look over said railing, expecting to see her sister's corpse resting at the base of the tower… but what she saw was something much more pleasant and majestic; a bird. Not any bird either: an eagle. And it was enormous! And… it was made of ice and snow. And her sister was riding it.

The sight took her breath away.

"That said…" Elsa said, hovering just a few meters above them, wearing an amused expression, no doubt because the guards were just as astounded by her creation as Anna was. "Inform him that he'll find me at the North Mountain, if he really insists on pursuing me."

And with that, she flew off to the north, her shining white figure a clear contrast against the black sky of night.

What worried Anna though, was the trail of snowflakes that she left behind, and the clear decrease of temperature that was felt as soon as she parted. Her sister had just turned summer into winter.

A/N: Hi! It's been a long time, hasn't it? Well, I'm sorry, but as you may know, I also have some other fanfics to work on XD. Also, this was a long chapter, and the last one of book 2, so I wanted to take my time and do it right. I hope you like it and, if you did, please leave a review or fav/follow if you haven't. Till next time :)

And, if you want to see a drawing I made of this chapter (the kissing scene), you can find it on my Tumblr or my DeviantArt, TaniaHylian.

Thanks to my beta reader moonwatcher13.