I was literally obsessed with this YEARS ago and I just found it again! I so hope you’re an author now because this is stunning.

MysteryWriter2187

That was absolutely incredible! I don’t have the words to do it justice. I’ve been binge reading all of your work, so I knew you were a great writer, but I was NOT ready. Such a great reimagining.

Elsa felt nothing but downright guilty for shutting Anna out for so long. Every time she and Anna don't get along, it didn't feel comfortable to be sisters. Anna refused to talk to her. A middle aged grown adult woman (not Gerda) who's like an aunt to Elsa told her (Elsa). "Child, you shouldn't be too hard on yourself, should you?" Elsa sighed quietly. "I know." "Child, did you know she had no patience to appreciate, listen to your suspicions and warnings new people she loves to meet in person nor care if he was a man she would've gotten to know better by trusting carefully?" "I should've." "So you did not realize that, did you?" "No!" "You do not easily understand her naivety, do you?" "No!" "Who was responsible for her behavior?" "Me! I never should've shut her out for so long. I should've known better than to interfere with her independence." "I would not be the last person to inform you this, child, but it wasn't your fault…" Elsa stared at her soul aunt figure. "Not all of it, no, I never truly thought she'd want nothing more than revenge on me for shutting her out." She sighed, standing and pushing her chair back. "The best I can do is hope that she's happy," she said. "That's all I have left." The dining room was silent for a long moment, Gerda staring at Elsa with soft, sympathetic eyes until a sharp knock sounded from the entryway. Elsa raised her eyes toward the sound, eyebrows raised suspiciously. Gerda reached over and patted her hand comfortingly, rising to her feet. "I'll take care of that, dear. Just finish your dinner. It'll be all right. You'll see." Elsa nodded, silently sitting back down and staring blankly at the plate in front of her. "Anna and I don't get along. Not after I shut her out for so long. Not after I didn't support her on her choice in marriage." "Well, child, it would've been better off if it was your parents who reminded her to trust carefully instead of you." "It's too late." "I'm telling you I don't care if you're the goddamn prime minister, I'm not giving it to you!" Elsa glanced up from her dinner, eyes widening at the rough voice raising high from the entryway. "And I'm telling you, young man," she heard Gerda's sharp tone respond, "I'll not allow some ruffian like yourself near a wellborn young lady, especially with that kind of language!" Elsa stood silently from the table and made her way to the entryway, wrapping her arms tightly around herself and hesitantly stepping past the threshold. Gerda had her arms crossed over her chest, glaring insistently at a young man in traveling clothes with a satchel slung across his chest and a letter held tightly in one hand. "I've told you three times now," the man said through gritted teeth, "I was told in no uncertain terms to give this letter to Elsa Arendelle, and only to Elsa Arendelle. And I'm not moving from this spot until I do!" "What's going on here?" Elsa asked quietly, eyeing the man. He turned to face her, eyebrows raised appreciatively, a slow smile appearing on his features as he took a step towards her. "Well now, if I'd known you were waiting on the other side of my run, I would've made it down here a lot faster. Now, fast, he said, but surely he knows one single, solitary gold ring doesn't buy much in the way of fast these days, not with the price of grain and the old girl being so ornery in the winters…" "…I'm sorry," Elsa took a step away from him and suppressing a sigh, "did you say you had a letter for me?" The man eyed Gerda purposefully before handing the roughly-folded parchment to Elsa. "From the Westergard estate," he said. Elsa's heart beat faster as she took the letter from him with quick, trembling fingers, tearing it open. "There now," Gerda said tightly, "you've done your duty. Best take your leave now." "You know, ma'am, it's customary to provide a bit of a favor for…"
"Out." The man grumbled loudly, shooting Gerda one final pointed glance before exiting through the front door, closing it behind him with a resounding slam. Gerda glared after him for a moment before turning to Elsa. "The Westergard estate," She glanced over Elsa's shoulder. "Is it from Anna, then?" Elsa had gone utterly still, deathly pale as her eyes quickly scanned over the letter's contents, hands shaking as she reached the end.
"…Elsa? What is it, dear?"
She raised her eyes to Gerda's, the letter clutched tightly in her hands.
"Fetch me my horse," Her voice was dark and urgent.

"Would you like a glass of chocolate milk?" The young grown adult young maiden (not Gerda) politely asked her kindly. "Yes, please!" Elsa nodded in response, sat down as she watched the maid (not Gerda) pour chocolate milk into a glass cup for Elsa before she (not Gerda) handed Elsa a glass of chocolate milk. "Thank you." "You're welcome!" Elsa drunk her chocolate milk. "Sorry for the way Anna acted. It would've been better off if your parents taught her better manners correctly. Did you know she had no patience to appreciate your suspicions, listen to your warnings about strangers, care if Hans was a man she would've gotten to know better by trusting carefully nor notice anything unusual?" "I should've." Elsa sighed with guilt in her sad eyes as she admitted. "And yet, you don't understand her naiveté easily?" "No! Whoever does will likely defend her from me." "Your parents should've reminded her to trust carefully back then before in case strangers aren't as good as they seem to be instead of you." Elsa had no idea what to say at all. "There's another thing you have to learn which is something you didn't want to find out." "What's that?" Elsa asked with confusion in her eyes. "Not every girl or woman is another Anna. Nor is every boy or man a male version of your other sister, Anna."

"Would you like a glass of chocolate milk?" The young grown adult young maiden (not Gerda) politely asked her kindly. "Yes, please!" Elsa nodded in response, sat down as she watched the maid (not Gerda) pour chocolate milk into a glass cup for Elsa before she (not Gerda) handed Elsa a glass of chocolate milk. "Thank you." "You're welcome!" Elsa drunk her chocolate milk. "Sorry for the way Anna acted. It would've been better off if your parents correctly taught her better manners. Did you know she had no patience to appreciate your suspicions nor listen to your warnings about strangers nor care if Hans was a man she would've gotten to know better by trusting carefully nor notice anything unusual?" "I should've." Elsa sighed with guilt in her eyes as she admitted. "And yet, you don't understand her naiveté easily?" "No! Whoever does will likely defend her from me." "Your parents should've reminded her to trust carefully back then before in case strangers aren't as good as they seem to be instead of you." Elsa had no idea what to say at all. "There's another thing you have to learn which is something you didn't want to find out." "What's that?" Elsa asked with confusion in her eyes. "Not every girl or woman is another Anna. Nor is every boy or man a male version of your other sister, Anna."

"Would you like a glass of chocolate milk?" The young grown adult young maiden (not Gerda) politely asked her kindly. "Yes, please!" Elsa nodded in response, sat down as she watched the maid (not Gerda) pour chocolate milk into a glass cup for Elsa before she (not Gerda) handed Elsa a glass of chocolate milk. "Thank you." "You're welcome!" Elsa drunk her chocolate milk. "I'm sorry for the way Anna acted. It would've been better off if your parents correctly taught her better manners. Did you know she had no patience to appreciate your suspicions nor listen to your warnings about strangers nor care if Hans was a man she would've gotten to know better by trusting carefully nor notice anything unusual?" "I should've." Elsa sighed with guilt in her eyes as she admitted. "And yet, you don't easily understand her naivety?" "No! Whoever does will likely defend her from me." "Sorry to say this, but your parents should've reminded her to trust carefully back then before in case strangers aren't as good as they seem to be instead of you." Elsa had no idea what to say at all. "There's another thing you have to learn which is something you didn't want to find out." "What's that?" Elsa asked with confusion in her eyes. "Not every girl or woman is another Anna. Nor is every boy or man a male version of your other sister, Anna."

INTERIOR.
"Would you like a glass of chocolate milk?" The maid politely asked Elsa. "Yes, please!" Elsa nodded, sat down as she watched the maid pour chocolate milk into a glass cup for Elsa before she handed Elsa a glass of chocolate milk. "Thank you." "You're welcome!" Elsa drunk her chocolate milk. "Elsa, I apologize for your sister's rude behavior. It would've been better off if your parents correctly taught your sister better manners. There's another thing you need to learn which is something you likely wouldn't want to find out." "What's that?" Elsa asked with confusion in her eyes. "Not every girl or woman is another Anna. Nor is every boy or man a male version of your other sister, Anna."

(To Anna about Elsa): Big deal, she's a spoiled little brat.

Elsa felt nothing but downright guilty for shutting Anna out for so long. She was aware that she should've known better than to interfere with Anna's independence by understanding Anna's naivety. A middle aged grown adult woman (not Gerda) who's like an aunt to Elsa told her (Elsa). "Child, you shouldn't be too hard on yourself, should you?" Elsa sighed quietly. "I know." "Child, did you know she had no patience to appreciate nor listen to your suspicions and warnings new people she loves to meet in person nor care if he was a man she would've gotten to know better by trusting carefully?" "I should've." "So you did not realize that, did you?" "No!" "You do not easily understand her naivety, do you?" "No!" "Who was responsible for her actions and behavior?" "Me! I never should've shut her out for so long. I should've known better than to interfere with her independence." "I would not be the last person to inform you this, child, but it wasn't your fault…" Elsa stared at her soul aunt figure. "Not all of it, no, I never truly thought she'd want nothing more than revenge on me for shutting her out." She sighed, standing and pushing her chair back. "The best I can do is hope that she's happy," she said. "That's all I have left." The dining room was silent for a long moment, Gerda staring at Elsa with soft, sympathetic eyes until a sharp knock sounded from the entryway. Elsa raised her eyes toward the sound, eyebrows raised suspiciously. Gerda reached over and patted her hand comfortingly, rising to her feet. "I'll take care of that, dear. Just finish your dinner. It'll be all right. You'll see." Elsa nodded, silently sitting back down and staring blankly at the plate in front of her. "Anna and I don't get along. Not after I shut her out for so long. Not after I didn't support her on her choice in marriage." "Well, child, it would've been better off if it was your parents who reminded her to trust carefully instead of you." "It's too late." "I'm telling you I don't care if you're the goddamn prime minister, I'm not giving it to you!" Elsa glanced up from her dinner, eyes widening at the rough voice raising high from the entryway. "And I'm telling you, young man," she heard Gerda's sharp tone respond, "I'll not allow some ruffian like yourself near a wellborn young lady, especially with that kind of language!" Elsa stood silently from the table and made her way to the entryway, wrapping her arms tightly around herself and hesitantly stepping past the threshold. Gerda had her arms crossed over her chest, glaring insistently at a young man in traveling clothes with a satchel slung across his chest and a letter held tightly in one hand. "I've told you three times now," the man said through gritted teeth, "I was told in no uncertain terms to give this letter to Elsa Arendelle, and only to Elsa Arendelle. And I'm not moving from this spot until I do!" "What's going on here?" Elsa asked quietly, eyeing the man. He turned to face her, eyebrows raised appreciatively, a slow smile appearing on his features as he took a step towards her. "Well now," he said easily, "if I'd known you were waiting on the other side of my run, I'dve made it down here a lot faster. Now, fast, he said, but surely he knows one single, solitary gold ring doesn't buy much in the way of fast these days, not with the price of grain and the old girl being so ornery in the winters…" "…I'm sorry," Elsa took a step away from him and suppressing a sigh, "did you say you had a letter for me?"
The man eyed Gerda purposefully before handing the roughly-folded parchment to Elsa. "From the Westergard estate," he said.
Elsa's heart beat faster as she took the letter from him with quick, trembling fingers, tearing it open.
"There now," Gerda said tightly, "you've done your duty. Best take your leave now."
"You know, ma'am, it's customary to provide a bit of a favor for…"
"Out."
The man grumbled loudly, shooting Gerda one final pointed glance before exiting through the front door, closing it behind him with a resounding slam. Gerda glared after him for a moment before turning to Elsa. "The Westergard estate," She glanced over Elsa's shoulder. "Is it from Anna, then?" Elsa had gone utterly still, deathly pale as her eyes quickly scanned over the letter's contents, hands shaking as she reached the end.
"…Elsa? What is it, dear?"
She raised her eyes to Gerda's, the letter clutched tightly in her hands.
"Fetch me my horse," Her voice was dark and urgent.

"Anna, don't listen to that brat, Elsa." "Yeah, she's not worth it."

This story is mind-blowing amazing. Once I started, I couldn't bring myself to stop reading. The way you conveyed Anna's emotions was incredible, and I love how you built up the plot and showed her doubts and insecurities.
Actually, it's not only Anna – every character felt complex and real.
On top of that, the writing itself is amazing, it complimented this tale beautifully.
Thank you for writing this!

This story was so, so phenomenal. Understandably, (speaking for myself) it was nothing at all what I expected when I decided to foray into the Frozen fandom, but I feel so fortunate that I did.

I think The BritCrit took the words right out of my mouth with her final review, so I’m happy to just say, “Hear, hear!” and raise a toast.

Thank you so much for sharing.

It’s funny, how I kept reading “inhale, exhale,” but I caught myself holding my breath for most of this chapter.

Hans is so utterly repulsive here, I can’t even...