"Do you wanna build a snowman?" I hear her voice break with the last word. I can literally feel my heart shatter. I've heard this question for ten years roughly and my heart always hurts for her, but never like this. I guess I've softened a bit from the news. Although, deep inside I know that's not the case. The truth is that I've never heard her say it so dejectedly. As if this is the last time she'll ever say it to me. As if she's finally giving up on me after all this time.

So as I sit here with my legs pulled to my chest and my head resting on my knees, I think. She can't leave me. Not now. I know it's selfish but she's all I have left. I guess that I'm all she has left too. I suddenly hear a stifled sob. My hand instantly moves to slip under the door but I stop it. I can't put her in danger. My job from now on is to protect her. I just can't allow any contact between her and me. I love her too much. This stupid "gift" has harmed her once. I will not let it happen again. Another sob reaches my ears. My stomach gets that pit of guilt and a deep sadness that I can't seem to get rid of. It really is silly, but I feel that maybe if I face her direction and pretend I'm looking at her, I might feel a bit better. I slowly raise myself up and much to my dismay, I am greeted with my door. I honestly don't know what I expected. But the sadness is soon replaced with hatred and anger.

I despise this door. It's like a symbol. A symbol that represents the barriers between me and her. As my hatred for it increases with every passing moment, I notice that frost is beginning to cover the ground around my feet. I close my eyes and try to find control. When I open my eyes, frost and a thin layer of ice is creeping up the walls around the door. I place my face in my hands and allow a quiet sob to creep out. I hear her stand up and her slow footsteps echo across the floor. Ice cold fear runs through me. She can't leave me! I need her. My beautiful, wonderful, sweet sister. Anna.

"Please. Don't leave." The words fly out of my mouth in a hoarse croak. I hear the footsteps stop.

"Elsa?" I hear Anna approaching my door. "What did you say?" I'm silent for a second, but soon I manage to speak.

"I need you. Don't leave."

"Okay. I won't," she promises. I hear a dull thud on the other side of the door. I sit down. After a few moments I hear her take in a breath to speak. "Elsa, can I talk to you?" I contemplate this. I suppose that there is no harm in verbal communication with her.

"Yes," I respond quietly.

"Are you okay?" I think. No, I'm not okay. Our parents are dead, I'm cursed with powers of ice and snow, and I can't even go out to comfort my sister who's going through just as much or more pain than me. No, I'm not okay at all. Like I mentioned before, I think my walls have been brought down because, against my will, a pained sniffle makes its way through and into my speech.

"No." The barriers finally break loose and allow the tears to flow. Suddenly, I feel something nudge my hand. I look down quickly and see that Anna has slipped her fingers under the door. My hand all of a sudden has a mind of its own and it places itself on top of her thin digits. Her fingers tighten and she lets out a little gasp. But she quickly relaxes and settles into my grasp.

"I'm not either," I hear Anna say shakily before she begins to cry with me. So we sit here and cry. And as I hold her hand through the doorway, I feel that one of my barriers has been broke down. That part of my frozen heart has finally thawed.

Hey, everybody! This is my second "Frozen" story, so take it easy on me. LOL! I hope you all like it! Also, if you want more Anna and Elsa, check out "The Royal Pillow Fight." Read and review! Bye!