THE MIST. IT calls me. Draws me in. The battle raged around me, but nothing at that moment mattered. All I could think about was the fog that was ramming up against our ship.

As two men ran in front of me, swords gripped tightly in their grasp, I ignored them and stalked closer to the mist. My hair stuck to my forehead as rain pelted my face.

"Elsa," I heard. A voice distant, trapped somewhere amongst the thick fog.

Streaks of what looked like lightning, blue, pink, and purple, burst to life deep within the mist, and the same colors began to move in a circular pattern in front of me.

"Elsa!" The voice returned, sounding more urgent.

I reached out with my hand and removed the glove I had slipped on right before the battle. As my hand inched closer to the fog, my fingertips became consumed in frost. I pushed my hand even closer until my palm, too, froze over.

Feeling my heart pound against my breasts, I couldn't bring myself to stop. I placed my hand on what felt like a soft pillow, and it disappeared like it had been engulfed by a cloud.

A burst of light blue sprang into the fog. I stood there amazed, wondering what would happen next. All of a sudden, the mist disappeared, bursting like I had popped a bubble.

The boat lurched like we had hit something head on. I stumbled, unable to catch my feet. I fell forward onto my side, slamming my head against the deck and lost consciousness.

Elsa's eyes slowly fluttered open. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, ignoring the pounding in her head. Her visions swam as she moved her head from left to right.

Blinking a few times, her vision cleared. Leaves, a mixture of yellow, orange, and red, loomed from above. Squinting, she tried clearing her head, trying to recall what had happened. The last thing she remembered was touching the mist.

She glanced around at the tall white bark trees and wiggled her fingers feeling grass prick her skin. She had fallen victim to the Dark Sea just moments ago, but now... This forest was beautiful.

A lump formed in her throat. Something was oddly familiar about this forest, and it didn't bring back good memories. She had seen these types of trees before. The trees that had burst to life in blue flames. She shuddered.

She raised her hands realizing that she had lost one glove and the other was torn to shreds. She removed the glove, knowing it wouldn't do any good anymore seeing that only two fingertips remained intact. Without the protection of her gloves, she prayed she could control her powers.

Elsa focused her gaze straight ahead and her jaw dropped with a gasp. Bodies laid scattered all around her. Both Arendelle Soldiers and Northern Isle Soldiers.

She swept her head to the right, and her heart fell as it felt like it had stopped beating. Fear overtook her as she swiftly tried climbing to her feet.

Not far off in the distance lay a familiar redhead. "Anna!" She stumbled over multiple bodies trying to make her way over to her sister. She tripped over one body and collapsed back to her knees, crawling the remaining distance to her sister's body.

"Anna! Anna, please!" Elsa gripped her sister's shoulder and rolled her onto her back. The corner of Anna's head bled, and Elsa clenched her jaw as she frantically glanced around for something to use to stop the bleeding.

She looked towards the body she had stumbled over and ripped a piece of material off the Northern Isle Soldier's coat. She then placed the material on Anna's head, applying pressure. Sniffing, she fought against the tears that threatened to form.

Once again, she shook Anna's shoulder trying to wake her up. Her head wound didn't look too serious on the outside, but several things could be going on inwardly, hidden from the naked eye. Fearing the worst, Elsa finally let a few tears drip down her chin.

She gripped Anna's arm tight and shook her roughly. "Anna! Wake up!"

Her heart skipped a beat as Anna sucked in a deep breath and her eyes began fluttering. Elsa let out a quick sigh of relief as she wrapped her little sister up in her arms. She didn't care about the pain shooting through her head and neck. She was just thankful to know that her sister was alive.

She lowered Anna back down to the ground, Anna grimacing in pain. Elsa cringed. She watched as Anna's hand slowly made its way over to a large gash on her left arm. Elsa gasped as she swiftly tore off more material from the soldier's garments. She had been too worried about Anna's head to have noticed her sister was injured elsewhere.

As she set to work on rapidly fixing Anna's arm, a bloodied hand reached up and touched her arm. "Elsa." She shook her head trying to ignore Anna's weak voice.

"It's fine, Anna. You're going to be fine." She cleared her throat as it tightened. "I think the guard's dead anyway." She knew Anna wasn't going to say anything about the garment, but she needed to keep her mind off of Anna's condition. Her sister looked so pale.

Glancing down, she noticed frost growing on the wet garment she was swiftly tying around Anna's arm. Her eyes widened as she let go for a minute to let the frost vanish. She was too panicked. She would lose control of her powers if she wasn't careful.

Anna slowly rolled herself up into a sitting position, and a shock of surprise grew on Elsa's face. Anna was pale, bruised, and bloody. And she wasn't smiling either. She narrowed her eyes as she panted, shooing Elsa's hand away from her wound. "What was that back there?"

Elsa cringed hearing Anna's voice. It sounded pathetic. She needed rest to regain her strength. To heal. She shook her head as she gave a sheepish smile. "What do you mean? What was what?"

She was shocked when Anna gave her a hard push, knocking her back off her knees. Anna tried climbing to her feet, but wasn't going to make it up alone. Despite how angry her sister looked, Elsa gripped Anna's arm and helped her rise.

Anna yanked her arm away. "You're hiding something from me."

Elsa's tongue caught in her throat. She shook her head and gave a weak smile. "I don't understand what you mean, Anna. What am I hiding from you? What could I be hiding? You know me better than anyone."

Anna gritted her teeth. "Apparently not as well as I thought." She winced as her knees buckled beneath her.

Elsa reached out to grab her sister to steady her, but Anna steadied herself not allowing Elsa to touch her. Her face contorted with confusion. "Anna, please. Let me help you. I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

"You have powers!" Anna shot her head towards her sister as she spat the words. Like they were poison on her tongue. She shook her head. "I don't know what kind, but somehow, you parted that mist surrounding our boat." Her eyes grew wide as she took a step closer to Elsa. "Whatever you did, it capsized the boat." She glanced around at the bodies around her. "You killed these people!"

Elsa froze. She wanted to speak, but couldn't form any words. Anna knew. The secret she had hid from her sister for years, the secret her parents never wanted Anna to remember, was finally out. She lowered her head as tears began to drip down her nose. "Anna," her voice came out in a mere whisper. She looked back up. "I wanted to tell you." She fumbled with her fingers. "I wanted to you for the longest time, but—"

"Have you found Mama and Papa yet?" Anna interrupted. She narrowed her eyes and winced as she clasped her arm.

Elsa lowered her head and slowly shook it. "I found you first, and you were pretty bad off."

Anna huffed and stormed off. Elsa started to follow, but Anna swung around and pushed her with her good arm. "Don't follow me! I'll find them on my own." She turned around. "They're probably dead because of you."

Elsa pulled her hands up to her chest and wept silently as she watched Anna march away. She sighed and fell to the muddy ground on her knees.

Her relationship with Anna was ruined. Anna wouldn't even let her explain. If she had known that this was all Mama and Papa's idea, then maybe she would have enough grace to forgive her. She never wanted to hide her powers from Anna, but Anna wasn't going to listen. Her sister hated her now.

Elsa raised her head, her hands falling on her lap palms up. If only Anna had been the same as when they were children. If only she had been okay with Elsa having powers and been excited about it just like she used to be when they were younger. But she couldn't understand what Anna was feeling. To Anna, her best friend had just betrayed her, and Anna had never done anything like that before.

Elsa sighed as she made a slow sweep sideways and upward with her right arm. Out of thin air, snowflakes began to form. They came together, piecing themselves into a familiar friend. A friend she had only known of as a child.

She sat there as a small grin crept onto her lips. "Hey, Olaf," she said to the snowman with a grin. "I need you to be that friend like you were so long ago. I need someone to listen." Hot tears came faster. "But you're not real."

She clambered to her feet and glanced around at the bodies littering the forest. She needed to know who was dead and who was alive. Those who were alive needed to be tended to, and perhaps she would run into Mama or Papa along the way. At least it was something she could do while waiting to figure out what next step to take.