OOoooooOOoOooh THE DRAMA. 

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Elsa twirled around when she heard Anna’s grunt, and the heavy steps of someone approaching fast, running even, slamming on the ice floor of the palace. 

The blonde gasped at the sight of Anna knelt on the ground, her left hand on her heart, and the other lifted to an unknown man in harvester outfit who helped her stand up. With panicked eyes and a hitched breathing, shoulder weaving up and down and fists clenched, Elsa stared at her injured sister, who had been struck, once again, by her magic. 

“No... No, no, not again...” 

“It’s okay, Elsa...” Muttered Anna. 

However, she had said that in a hiss, through gritted teeth at the obvious pain she must be feeling, and the anger for not managing to calm her elder down. 

“NO, no it’s NOT!” Whined Elsa, turning hysterical. 

Anna was trembling as she was holding to the man, and soon Olaf arrived. Even him, who was barely a few hours old and had been created with the memory of two innocent children, noticed that something was up with Anna. 

“This is wrong... This is so wrong...” Gasped Elsa, tears filling her eyes but not rolling because of how clenched her face was, due to raw panic. 

She was clenching her hands frantically. 

Anna held to the mountaineer for dear life, but didn’t detach her eyes from her sister. “Elsa. Elsa, look at me. We can head down this mountain together.” 

“NO!” Shouted the blonde, now passing nervous hands in her hair, nearly ripping them off. “I’m a MONSTER!” 

“No you’re not! You’re not!” Swore the redhead.

“I hurt you...” Mumbled Elsa, her lips trembling. 

“I’m fine.” Lied Anna, and actually, this lie hurt her heart just as much as it pained her physically. 

“Uhm... Anna...” Started the man. 

“Not now, Kristoff.” 

“Seriously, your hair...”

“What, my hair? I just went through an indoors snow storm, I’m sure your hair would be as messy as--”

“No, your hair is turning white.” 

“I... What?” 

Elsa had widened her eyes as well, mute by what was happening and feeling her own body freezing over with terror. 

Anna lifted a trembling hand to one of her braids, and lifted it up to see it. Indeed, all her red hair was turning white, a color that was exactly like... 

A stumbling sound resonated in front of them, reverberating on the ice walls. Elsa had just fainted, her whole body unconscious on the floor. 

“ELSA!” 

The younger flipped her hair back, not caring about its state anymore. 

“ELSA!!” 

She hurried to check her pulse, slipping on the ice as she did, but that allowed her to kneel next to her sister’s head. Anna let out a heavy sigh as she could feel that Elsa was still breathing, but she had completely passed out. 

“Kristoff, we have to take her back to Arendelle.” 

“...What??” 

“Please, do as I say. Help me get her up. Will you lift her body until we’re at the castle?” 

“Sure, but if I do, who will help you stand?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Forced to smile Anna. 

“I’ll help you stand.” Proposed Olaf, already using his head to push Anna’s butt up.

Anna would have giggled at the gesture if she wasn’t entirely focusing on Elsa. 

“Careful...” She advised as Kristoff easily picked up the Queen. 

She weighed nothing, and certainly ate less than Anna who he had been carrying earlier, but Kristoff held his comment for now. His thumb brushed over the back of Elsa’s magic ice corset. 

“Waow... This truly is incredible craft.” 

“Admiration for later, please. We need to bring her to a doctor. NOW.” 

“Sorry.” Blushed Kristoff. He didn’t mean to be rude. After all, Anna had all the time to admire the inside of the ice palace, and he didn’t. 

“Okay. To Arendelle. Let’s go.” 

(TIME TRAVEL AU IS NEVER OUTDATED ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU JUST GAVE ME A BLAST OF NOSTALGIC FEELS!!)

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“What… What do you mean?” Murmured young Elsa, trembling, and she curled against the wall. 

Her eyes were widened, and staring deeply at her older self, that she still couldn’t believe. The latter wondered if she simply didn’t understand. 

“Love is the key.” She repeated. 

A new silence passed in the room, and Elsa remembered that it was something that happened often in that very bedroom. It was so cold, so dark, so lonely, that her heart was still broken since the moment she had entered it several minutes ago. 

She approached further, carefully, knowing her own fears really well. 

“Trust me.”

Elsa kneeled, her white outfit sparkling and her ice sandals shifting on the cold carpet. She reached for her younger self with her hand. She was only two meters away from her.

Her own big blue eyes were filled with anxiety, and she did all she could to make her moves as reassuring as possible, imagining how she would accept them if she were… Well, her, in that very moment. 

She gave her a warm smile.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Young Elsa whined, still trembling, her lips in an expression between crying and pouting. 

“I’m not afraid of you hurting me.” She mumbled. “I’m afraid that I’ll hurt you.”

Elsa sighed gently. “I know. Oh, I know, for sure.”

The young blonde frowned in confusion. Elsa moved her knees forward. “And you truly won’t hurt me. I swear.”

She lifted a hand in her direction, and the teenager looked at it with curiosity. Then she felt something happening in her palms. Like… Like something just calmed deep within her. Her older self approached, and young Elsa realized that it was due to something she did with her outstretched hand. What was it? 

The teenager lifted her eyes to her, and Elsa was still smiling.

“You can take your gloves off.”

“WHAT? No, are you crazy??!”

“Have faith in me.”

“But…”

“It’s okay. I’m here. Can you feel how your magic calmed now that I put my hand here?”

Young Elsa nodded as a yes. She was scared, but couldn’t deny a good analysis: she hadn’t felt that safe in a long while. It was like her magic wasn’t trying to get out of her fingers anymore. Like it had been soothed. Tamed. She felt better, but had to double check. 

“Are you sure…?” She muttered after a while. 

Now it was Elsa’s turn to nod, with a confident smile. 

Slowly, young Elsa put her gloves away. She took a long time doing so, carefully putting her fingers out one my one. 

She then folded them on the floor between them. Elsa really deeply wanted to toss them away with a frown, but restrained herself. 

Her younger self’s hands were trembling like leaves in the wind, and it was her main focus. 

“It’s okay. I’m here.” She soothed her, and placed her hand above her fingers. 

Young Elsa barely had the time to notice the size difference between them, that her older self gently grabbed both her hands in her palm. She gasped, but nothing bad happened. It was even softer, warmer, and a thousand times more comforting than she possibly thought. Tears formed in her eyes.

Her magic felt lulled.

“How… How do you do that?” Gasped young Elsa, disbelief and amazement making her voice light. 

Elsa smiled. “I’m holding your magic. I’m channeling it.”

“You’re controlling my magic? …You can feel it?”

As an answer, Elsa smiled and waved her other hand, and a few snowflakes danced around her palm with a blue beam. It was beautiful, and young Elsa’s heart leaped at the beauty of it, and was impressed by how she was able to have such a mastering. 

“Of course I do. Because it’s mine.”

She was speechless. When she saw the confidence and happy aura of her future self, she thought that she no longer had magic, and that’s how she was feeling this free. But it actually was the opposite. How? 

Fascinated, the teenager dared to come forward, to examine the magic beam closer, and Elsa let her do so with a smile. 

“You can do that with one hand and hold my magic with the other?”

Elsa nodded. 

“Does it… Hurt?” Wondered young Elsa. 

Her older self chuckled lightly. “Not at all. It’s very easy. Magic can be calmed down, you see?”

Young Elsa indeed felt like hers was slowing down like a breathing through her veins, and that the other’s was calling to it in a way. 

“That’s what I told you… Love is key.”

Her teenager self stared down at her hands. “Love…” 

“How do you know what?” She asked after a while.

Elsa was about to reply, to explain everything, from the Great Thaw to the Ahtohallan transformation, but she closed her lips. “It’s a very long story. Maybe it’s better not to rush things.”

She also thought ‘maybe it’s better not to reveal too much of the future if I’m traveling through time’. 

A few minutes passed, young Elsa staying amazed and silent and looking down at her fingers, that she flexed slowly. 

“Can I… Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Smiled Elsa. 

Her young self seemed shy, and she hoped it wouldn’t be an awkward question.

“Can I hug you?”

Elsa’s heart split in half. Her throat tightened, her eyes filled with tears, and she bit in a gasp to hide all of it. 

“Of course. Come here.”

And in the silence of the dark bedroom, in the incredible time travelling situation, her young self stood up and walked to her who was still kneeling on the floor. 

With a shared smile, they slowly hugged each other. 

In silence, young Elsa’s hands passed in her older’s long hair, and her eyes opened after a while. 

“Say, why do you have wings?”

Elsa chuckled. “They’re not w–”

“Wait, are they made out of ICE?” Exclaimed young Elsa, happiness filling her voice as she touched the train. 

(It’s nice of you to leave me freedom on answering or not, I appreciate it! :D NB: For purely logical reasons, I doubt that Elsa remembers how Iduna behaved when she was pregnant with Anna, because they have 2 and a half years of difference and there’s no way Elsa have memories from such a young age. However, current!Elsa knows how to Observe™…)

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“Are you done being grumpy for no reason?”

Anna pouted as an answer, and Elsa sighed one more time. “Seriously, you keep complaining about ridiculous stuff. What is wrong with the chocolates this time?”

The blonde gestured to the tray she was holding. She had just come back from the kitchens, and the castle garden was quite far from it, so she didn’t want to go back to them again. 

“You mixed the different types.”

Elsa eye-rolled. “Oh, so first you were upset that I only picked dark and milk chocolate ones, and now that I took the white as well, you’re grumpy because I didn’t neatly sort them out?”

Anna crossed her arms. “Now it looks ugly.”

“Ugly?” Repeated Elsa, raising her eyebrows. “How can you qualify your favorite food as ugly?”

The younger sister huffed and puffed on the stone bench, like a child who didn’t even know what their tantrum was about. 

“On that tray, it does.”

Elsa looked down as she had placed it between them. “Uh?”

“And now it shines in my eye.”

“What? Oh, come on, this is getting out of hand. We’re outside, of course the sun light reflects on it! Is this a prank? Are you pranking me? You’re driving me nuts.”

“Speaking of nuts, I hope there’s none in those treats. Or I’ll kill you.” Muttered the redhead.

Elsa blinked in utter confusion now. Nothing in Anna’s behavior seemed normal, from style to content. 

But instead of replying with a fiery remark, she frowned and inspected her. Anna had red cheeks, and seemed like she was angry at something, but for no reason in particular. Or excited. Or nervous. Elsa had seen her younger sister in every state of mind possible, but now the blonde had no clue what was going on with her mood. 

She flicked her wrist to vanish a part of her left sleeve and lifted her forearm to Anna’s forehead, pressing her skin against hers. 

“What are you doing?” Grumbled the Queen, her mixed emotions not lowering down. 

“Checking if you have a fever.” Murmured Elsa, her voice distant as she was distracted in her inspection. “Hmm… This is weird, something’s up but you’re not warm…”

“What do you mean, something’s up?”

Elsa’s gaze switched to align with her sister’s. “Your eyes are watering. Usually, it happens when you’re upset about something, but you’re not.”

Anna remained mute, impressed by her observation. “Am I that obvious?” 

“I told you last summer, I can read in you like an open book.” Smiled Elsa. 

She crafted the end of her white sleeve again, intertwining microscopic fibres of ice to retrieve her Fifth Spirit outfit to its original state. 

Then she stared at Anna with a smile stretching more and more her lips with every passing second. 

“What?” Groaned the redhead, not liking the way she seemed to know something and instead of telling her, simply enjoyed sitting here and looking. 

“Anna, have you been feeling odd lately? Sick? Or just a bit unwell? Or emotional about little things? Emotional positively or negatively.”

The Queen blushed slightly. “…Maybe. Kristoff underlined last week that I got very emotional about one of his ice blocks when it actually was a very common one.”

Elsa’s smile grew even wider, and now Anna frowned. 

“WHAT?” 

The blonde chuckled lightly. So Anna whined.

“Can you please stop doing that? I feel like you’re hiding me something.”

“It’s ironic, because actually, the truth has been hiding from you.” Smiled Elsa.

Puzzled, Anna bent her head in confusion. “Uh?”

She startled when Elsa took her hands in hers, her eyes filling with happy tears. “Sis.. You’re pregnant.”

Anna’s eyes widened the biggest Elsa had ever seen. 

WHAT THE HELL? 

*clenches hand on heart* that’s crude 

(but thanks for the compliment lol) 

Omg, this compliment is adorable! Truly, thank you!! 😊🧡

You know, in my defense, I only speak fluently French and English. I used to learn German at school but it all went away because I didn’t practice it since. And there are people around the world who can speak more than 3 languages fluently! 

Well, my only advice is: practice. Genuinely the best advice I could offer. You said it yourself: I write fanfics in English. That’s practice #1, if you want to get better at a language, try writing in it a few minutes a day. 

Practice #2 would be “learn some new vocabulary anywhere you can” so it can be listening to Disney songs in said language instead of yours (wink wink), playing video games with the audio set in said language with the appropriate subtitles so you can both hear and watch how the words are spelled, but also always have a dictionary tab at the ready when you watch a TV show or a movie in said language so your brain will remember the unknown popping word after looking it up. 

Excuse me you've already shattered my heart with untangling the frozen knots who gave u the right??

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Oh my god don't tell my sven dies in this fic no

I am absolutely able to do such a thing to you all I’m gonna be honest

but lucky you I won’t. Spoiler alert: Sven doesn’t die.