Hi everyone! This is my second Frozen fanfic, and it's still continuing. It might be a three part, or two part, I haven't decided yet. Anyway, here's the first chappy, hope you guys like it! Don't forget to review; more reviews, quicker updates! :)

**Notes: I did take some historical liberties with the chapter. Here they are:

1. Everywhere I looked said that training wheels where made around 1950. I put them in this time period, because hey, it's Disney.

2. I doubt that pink and white bikes with sparkly tassels with white baskets with a daisy painted on them existed in this time period. But I thought it was cute, so why not?

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"…then I totally flew! Okay, well not like, actual flying, like the kind birds do, but I was definitely in the air for more than thirty seconds! That's gotta be some type of record, like seriously, history books should definitely mention me as that girl who was airborne for, like, ever!"

Elsa lent a tiny bemused smile to her younger sister. Anna's adventures of the day never ceased to amaze. Listening to the princess in person, rather than behind a closed door, always made the day seem just a bit brighter.

A snort drew the reigning queen's attention away from her sister, and onto the man beside her. "It was ten seconds, at most."

Anna twisted in her seat, turning so that she frown at the young man. "Nuh-uh! I was definitely flying for a minute!"

"You were?" Kristoff cocked his head to the side, regarding the princess derisively. Anna nodded eagerly. "Yeah, and I'm a people-person. Liar."

"I'm not lying!" Anna declared, offended. "You're lying! Besides, what do you know?"

Kristoff looked actually insulted. "I know that you didn't fly for, what is it up to now, a minute? That's impossible."

"Okay, you know what?" Anna huffed, shrewdly gazing at him. "I'm just not going to deal with you right now, because you obviously hit your head way too hard after I landed on you and don't even know what you're talking about."

"Whatever you want to believe." Kristoff replied, smirking slightly to himself.

Anna narrowed her eyes at him, mumbling as she turned away, "I so did."

"You 'so' didn't," Kristoff returned, causing Anna to turn back around faster than one could say whiplash.

"I did!"

"No, you didn't," he deadpanned to her accusatory tone.

"Did too!"

"Did not."

"Did too times infinity!" Anna declared, puffing out her chest slightly in pride. Then, she decided to add, just to be safe, "Plus one."

"You didn't, Anna, get over it." Kristoff answered, rolling his eyes. "No one can stay up in the air for that long. It's impossible."

"Well, I think you can, and I'll prove it!" Anna decided, nodding her head at her astoundingly brilliant idea. "I just need someone who's like, book smart, and they'll tell you that it's possible. Now, who's like, really good at being all library smart?"

She slumped back in her seat a moment, a fissure appearing between her two brows as she thought hard. Kristoff stabbed his fancy steak with (what he hoped was) a dinner fork, shoving a large piece in his mouth. He was just about to say that there was no way the princess could find someone like that on such short notice, when Anna shot up, gasping loudly.

"I know!" She snapped her fingers together, delighted in how perfect her idea was. She twisted the other way in her seat now, eyes shining like suns. "Elsa!"

"Sure, your sister isn't gonna be biased," Kristoff grumbled, taking another large bite of his steak.

The young queen, startled out of her thoughts, stiffened. She'd tuned out the banter from Kristoff and her sister, used to their petty arguments by now. Although it wasn't often that the ice harvester was dragged to dinner, he spent a considerable amount of time around the palace, and by default, around Anna.

"Yes?" She replied, haltingly.

Anna smiled sweetly at her, too sweet. It was the kind of smile that made the queen do un-queenly things, like staying up well into the night. She was good at being a proper lady, but she was only human too; even the best were worn down by the princess eventually.

"Elsa, you're really smart, and pretty, and amazing, and—"

"Buttering her up isn't fair!" Kristoff complained, and Elsa, blushing at the compliments, looked over at him. He caught her gaze, and ducked his head, embarrassed. "Um…not that she's not being not truthful, your majesty, because you're obviously, uh, everything, and um…"

"Elsa, if you love me, like, really love me, then you should totally agree with me that when you're riding your bike, and you hit something, you can go over the handlebars and fly for like, two minutes!"

"You can't," Kristoff mumbled, under his breath. Anna elbowed him in the ribs, hard enough that he winced.

"Soo?" Anna wondered, scooting her chair closer to her older sister. "You agree with me, right Elsie?" She gave what, she considered, a very good puppy dog pout, and combined with her sister's childhood nickname, she was positive she had it in the bag.

However, things don't always go as planned.

Elsa drummed the pads of her fingers on the table. Then she reached over, slowly, deliberately, and took a long sip out of her glass of wine. Beside her, Anna looked ready to explode.

"Come on already!" Her sister whined, realizing that the queen was drawing this out purposely. The platinum blonde gave a soft laugh.

"Alright," she started, pausing for effect, "I suppose it's possible."

Anna pumped a fist in the air, cheering. "Yes! I knew it!"

"She didn't say it was for sure, feistypants." Kristoff said, rolling his eyes at Anna's obvious selective hearing.

In response, the princess once again twisted in her seat so that she could stare him down with all the intimidation a girl of her stature held. "Kristoff, didn't you ever go over the handlebars of your bike as a child? And isn't it just the teensiest bit plausible that when you did, you flew for like, five minutes?"

"Uh, no." Kristoff shrugged, shaking his head. "Ma was scared enough that I was going to break all of my "fragile human bones", so I had to be careful, otherwise she wouldn't have even let me keep my bike."

"Ok, well," here Anna huffed in annoyance, turning back to her sister for backup, "What about you, Elsa? Didn't you ever pedal as fast as you could on your bike, hit something out of nowhere (which, by the way, was so not your fault), and then just go over the handlebars and literally fly for like a good ten minutes?"

Elsa regarded her sister in with faint amusement. "As I said earlier, I suppose that such a feat is possible."

"But that's not an answer!" Anna complained.

Beside her, Kristoff smirked in apparent victory. "Just admit it Anna, you're wrong and I'm right."

"No!" Anna would have stamped her foot, had she been standing. "I'm right! Just gimme a minute, I'll prove it to you!"

"Take all the time you need," Kristoff grinned, knowing full well that there was no way he could lose this battle.

In the midst of their conversation, the queen absently reached for her wine again. From the corner of her eye, the princess caught the movement and turned back around. Thinking fast, Anna snatched the glass out of her grip.

"What the—?!" Elsa managed, through her shock. Triumphantly, the younger girl held the glass close to her chest, determination spread across her features.

"No wine until you give me a real answer!" She declared, sticking her tongue out.

"Anna," the queen started, her voice dangerously calm. An eyebrow started to curl upwards, and her lips were pressed into a fine line. "Give me back my wine."

"Uh…Anna…" Kristoff elbowed the girl next to her, warily noticing that frost was starting to spread out across the table, from where the queen's hand was resting.

"Answer the question, a real yes or no answer, and I'll give you back your wine." Anna answered her sister, cupping her two hands around the glass. She looked up at the queen's narrowed eyes, grinning. "C'mon Elsa, all you gotta do is just agree with the right person (cough cough, me)! Just say 'yes, you can fly over your bike's handlebars for more than ten minutes, I did it all the time' and I'll give you back your wine. See how easy it is? Do you need me to repeat that? 'Cause I can definitely—"

"Anna," Elsa cut her off, impatiently. Her humor was running thin, and her sister was walking a short wire. If there was one thing she looked forward to, it was her glass of wine after a long day.

"Oh! Did you come up with an answer? What is it, what is it! Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Practically bouncing in her seat now with excitement, Anna leaned in, taking little notice of the ever growing frost gathering on the table. "You're going to say 'yes you can, I know because I did it once I learned how to ride a two-wheeler and I'm so smart and that's why Anna's right', right? Right?"

Laughing at her own cleverness, Anna pressed the cup to her lips, forgetting that it wasn't her water. She turned to Kristoff, ready to start smirking. Elsa's eyes became a blizzard at the sight of her sister. Before she could think things through, she was slamming her palms against the table.

"For goodness sake, Anna, I don't know if you can or not!" Elsa finally exploded, the entire tabletop turning into a sheen of pure ice at her shout, and Anna spitting out the wine in her mouth directly onto Kristoff.

"Wait, what?" She asked in surprise, and confusion, ignoring Kristoff's complaints next to her about how disgusting it was that he was covered in her spit.

Elsa sighed in annoyance, tapping a nail against the icy surface of the table, while Anna nervously (and forgetfully) pressed the wine against her lips once more. "Seeing as how I never learned to ride a bike without the help of training wheels, I cannot say if you're right or not."

Anna spat out the wine again, for a second time all over Kristoff.

He turned to look at her with incredulity in his now dripping blonde hair falling into his brown eyes. "Seriously? Again?!"

"Anna, I'd thank you to stop wasting my favorite wine on Kristoff," Elsa stated, reaching over and wrestling the glass away from her sister's limp hand. She looked into the glass, and woefully noticed that it was nearly all gone.

"Yeah, really, let's not spit on Kristoff anymore, okay?" The mountain man mumbled, grabbing the napkin to at least wipe off his face.

Anna gave him an exasperated look, before turning back to her sister. "How could you have never learned to ride a bike, Elsa? We had a bike!"

Elsa sighed, still obviously annoyed, and purposely steering clear of the first question. "No, Anna, you had a bicycle."

"Nu-uh!" Anna replied, scrunching up her nose in thought. "I had my regular bike, but then I begged Mama and Papa for a tandem bike for my ninth birthday so you'd see it, get really excited, and then leave your room to ride it with me! That was our bike!"

"'Our' tandem bicycle that I never rode, yes?" Elsa pointed out dryly, watching as Anna's face clouded over with memories.

"Okay, well, maybe you didn't really ride our bike," Anna admitted, frowning at her old recollections. "But you did have your own! Remember? It was pink and white, and it had sparkly tassels, and a basket with a daisy painted on it, and oh! I was so jealous, I always wanted to ride it, but it didn't have training wheels, and by the time Papa taught me how to ride without them, I got a new bike..."

Lost in her reminiscing, Elsa ignored her sister, and took a final sip of what was left of her wine. She mentally debated calling over a servant to pour her more, but considered against it. It was best not to appear like this was at all affecting her.

"If you never learned how to ride a two-wheeler, Elsa, how come your bike didn't have training wheels?" Anna suddenly questioned, putting two and two together quickly.

A lump formed in Elsa's throat. She pushed it down, pushed down all those old feelings, pretending they didn't exist. She used her calm, practiced voice to say, "I haven't the faintest idea what you may be referring to."

Anna looked at her like she was crazy. "Elsa, it was your bike. You gotta know something about it! I mean, you had it even before you locked yourself away!"

"Are you questioning your queen?" Elsa hissed, knowing that she was using a spiteful technique. But Anna's questions were treading too close to the truth, and there were things she'd rather that stay in the past.

"No, I'm asking my sister," Anna replied back, a bit of a bite to her words. More than anything she hated to be treated as one of the queen's subjects. "I just don't see the big deal. It's just a bike, it's not like your trying to hide your magic or anything."

It was meant to come out jokingly, but somehow, there was a heaviness attached to those words. Elsa gave a fleeting wince, and Anna cringed slightly. Okay, so apparently two months was still too soon.

"I don't have to have to say anything," it was childish, and ridiculous, but Elsa found herself saying it anyway. Beside her, Anna just seemed to get riled up.

"You're shutting yourself off again!" Anna accused, pointing a finger at her sister.

Elsa brushed it aside, saying calmly, "You have no right to question my judgment."

"I can't believe you're doing this to me again, over a stupid bike Elsa!" Anna half yelled, half complained, her tone still accusing.

"There's more to things then meets the eye, Anna, leave it alone." Elsa sighed in frustration, looking longingly back at her empty wine glass.

"Fine, whatever. I'll drop it." Anna replied, picking up her fork and knife stiffly, with obvious anger.

"Thank you," Elsa returned, relief evident in her tone. She pushed back a wayward strand of hair, and attempted to lighten the mood. "What else did you do today?"

Anna threw down her utensils, huffing out angrily, "Why won't you just tell me what's up with your old bike? Did you fall or something and refuse to ever ride again? Because I did that when I first learned, and it's not a big deal."

Elsa gave an annoyed sigh, realizing that Anna was incapable of letting the subject go. While her reasoning was wrong, it did provide an easy way to get out of this matter. "Fine, yes, Anna, I fell as a child and never rode again."

"Oh." Anna nodded, jumping on the idea quickly. "That's not a big deal, you don't have to shut me out for something that dumb, Elsa."

"Can we leave the subject now? Please?" Elsa asked, desperate now to change the matter of which they were speaking. She hated lying, but there were some cases where she had to, in order to keep her sanity.

"Ooh, you know what?" Anna said thoughtfully, ignoring whatever her sister had wanted. "Maybe that's why Papa didn't let me quit after I fell the first time and said I'd never ride again. You know, 'cause you had already quit and he didn't want to like, not do well again."

A guilty lump appeared in Elsa's throat this time, so different from the sad one she had experienced earlier before. "Anna—"

"It's okay, you know what? I'll teach you how to ride a bike!"

Horror was the only emotion Elsa was able to obtain. The ice, that had started melting off the table, started to gather again. "You what?"

"Yeah! I mean, so you fell once as a kid, big deal. I'll get you doing tricks and everything, don't worry, I'm a great teacher!" Anna declared, ignoring Kristoff's snort and mumble about how Elsa would be better off fighting off a dozen snow monsters.

"No, Anna. I am not learning to ride a bike. You are not teaching me to ride a bike." Elsa stated, trying to be firm, despite the shakiness she felt. Her memories were more than a dozen years old, why did it still terrify her?

"But—"

"I said, no!" Elsa shouted, finally giving up on reasoning with her sister. This time, not only did the tabletop re-freeze, but icy spikes grew out of the walls.

Frustrated, annoyed, hurting, and so much more, Elsa pushed herself away from the table. She offered no excuse for her departure—she was the queen, who cared what propriety thought? She was halfway to the door, each step creating ice under her foot, when she heard Anna's voice call after her.

"You barely touched your dinner!"

It was concern and kindness that marked Anna's tone. A part of the queen, a hungry part, reminded her how ridiculous this all was and that she should sit back down and explain. Another part of her, the one that screamed 'conceal, don't feel' reminded her of the past. It was with the second one's echo that she continued to walk straight out of the dining hall, shoulders back, and never looking at her sister behind her.

A few beats passed before Kristoff gave a low whistle, his eyes trailing over the icy wonderland that had become the dining hall. "I think you made Elsa mad."

Anna frowned, her eyebrows knitting together in surprise. "What gives you that idea?"

Somewhere in the castle, a door slammed so hard that the echo reached the young couple left behind in the dining room.