A/N: Thanks for the review! My chapters are so short is because I've noticed some organization issues when they're longer. I agree - it's definitely something I need to work on!

Kristoff

She had done it. She had finally stood up to Elsa. Even though she never admitted it - even to herself - she often got upset at Elsa. After over a year of biting her tongue and bottling her anger, she finally lashed out. Anna was quiet for a while. She just sat on her bed; I sat on a stool nearby.

"You alright?" I finally asked.

"I feel bad."

"I know."

"I'm an awful sister."

I got up, "You're really not." I assured her. She just looked at the ground sadly. "Listen, you have just as much of a right to be human as she does. You two just need to talk. A real, honest talk. You're not doing your relationship any favors by constantly protecting her from your feelings."

"I can't do that. What if I really hurt her? What if she doesn't understand?"

"You can't just live your whole life avoiding upsetting her!"

"What if she gets so hurt, she never forgives me?" she uttered quietly.

Realization hit me. "You're scared she'll lock herself away again."

She finally looked up at me - tears welling in her eyes. I sat on the bed and pulled her into my lap, just staying quiet and letting her cry it out. Anna was scared of abandonment.

Elsa

I woke with my face red and slightly puffy from crying. I was so sick of crying. I was so sick of the drama between Anna and me. I washed my face and went to the kitchen. "I'll take an egg, over easy."

"Just one, my Lady?" asked the cook.

"Yes, please." I answered. Grabbing an apple, I walked to the dining room. Anna and Kristoff were silently eating breakfast together. I contemplated walking away before they saw me. No, I thought. I have to face this.

I sat across from them, eating my apple. Kristoff nudged Anna. Thinking it was a signal for them to leave, I interjected. "No, wait!" Anna looked startled. "Don't leave. I need to talk to you."

"I'm going to leave you two to talk." Kristoff got up, taking his plate.

Anna picked at her scrambled eggs for a minute before I spoke up, deciding to just jump in and get it over with. "I'm sorry. I shouldn-" My voice cracked. Oh god, not the waterworks again.

"Elsa, it's okay to cry, you know." She sympathized. "I needed to talk to you, too."

I nodded, deciding to let her go first.

"I don't really know how to say this, but I've been holding back. Whenever I get angry or feel any kind of emotion, I hide it from you. And I can't do it anymore."

"Anna," My voice worked again, even though it still sounded shaky. "Why would you do that?"

"I'm just constantly worried about you. I mean, you've attempted suicide. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells."

"I know." I looked down, ashamed. "I know. But I want you to be honest. Please. Whatever negative feelings you've held back, just let them out now. We'll work through it."

"I'm still mad at you for suggesting I end my pregnancy." She said quickly, avoiding my eyes.

I noticed that she was rubbing her large stomach. "I know. It was not a good time to do so, and I should have been more gentle. But, Anna, I don't regret saying it at all. You needed to know your options. It's-"

"It was never an option!" She interrupted.

"You're being irrational. I wasn't forcing you to do it or anything; it was a simple suggestion."

"And you're being cold again. How can you care so little?"

"Can't you see it's not that I don't care about the baby? I just care about you more!" We had both started to yell. I guess the cook heard it and decided not to bring me my egg for fear of intruding.

"Honestly, what do you think I'll be missing out on because I have a baby?" Anna questioned. "It's not like I'm some peasant girl who can't afford it. Or that I won't love it the best I can. The father is even fully supportive! What's the issue?"

I thought for a moment. What was the issue? It was commonplace for people her age to have children in our kingdom. "I don't know, Anna." I said quietly.

"Want to know what I think?" she asked, obviously still angry, but calm compared to a few seconds ago. "I think you still look at me as a little kid. And maybe you were right at first, but I've grown a lot over the last few months. And I'm determined to be ready for this baby. I don't want to talk about that anymore. I actually forgive you now. I will prove to you I can be mature. Now, didn't you say you wanted to talk to me about something?"

I stared at my younger sister, amazed at this sudden change in tone. "Well," I started. "You're right. I do see you as a child still. And I promise to work on that. As for what I was going to say, I think we both need a break. We can talk more later, but for right now can we just have a nice breakfast?"

She half-smiled. "I'd love that."

I rang the bell, summoning the cook. "My egg, please?" I asked when she peeked her head through the door. She nodded.

We had an uneventful meal and, for the first time in forever, I felt like a real, functional family.