Princess Anna (Starts during Frozen 1 a few days before Elsa's coronation)

A/N: I am soon to head out on a road trip, but before I left, I decided to celebrate the holidays with you guys by releasing the first chapter of this new branch of mine earlier than I originally intended. I got the next 12 chapters or so at various stages of draft/development by now, but as always, I got to start with the premiere, and I wanted to leave you all with something to enjoy. So, Merry Christmas to all my readers, and I hope you enjoy this one.

Arendelle's Castle: Anna's Chamber

The window creaked open just enough to let the morning sunlight seep through. Soft golden beams spilled across Anna’s face, making her groan and bury herself deeper into the tangled mess of her blankets. “No…just…five more minutes…” She groaned; her words came out muffled, but the light was relentless.

A strand of fiery hair flopped into her face, and she sighed with a muscle memory dose of dramatic flair, sitting up at last and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her hair was a wild halo around her head—even wilder than usual.

“Ugh. What was that dream?”

She slumped back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling while trying to wrangle her messy thoughts. For a moment, the dream flashed in sharp detail across her mind:

A god. Not a fuzzy, half-imagined blur of one either, but a crystal-clear, bright golden-eyed cosmic entity who had somehow spoken directly to her. He said he usually prefers to make one of the candidates he picks at random the Deity of **** of their respective universes, but that, today, he was feeling a bit more adventurous, so he decided to give her some additional, if somewhat related, titles and spheres of divine influence. So, he told the princess to have fun as her universe's local Goddess of ****, Royal Families, and Royal Harems...and then, poof. Limited reality-warping powers were hers to command, he claimed and then she woke up.

It sounded absolutely ridiculous now, in the light of day. Divine powers?

"As if," Anna snorted to herself and swung her legs off the bed. “I really need to stop eating loads of chocolate before bed…”

Arendelle's Castle: Private Dining Hall

Breakfast, as always, was a quiet affair. A grand dining table stretched before her, its endless length dotted with silver platters filled with fresh bread, cheeses, and fruits. Anna grabbed a pastry and sank into her chair, chewing thoughtfully as her eyes wandered over the cold, empty hall.

She used to play games in here as a kid, running between the chairs and pretending the floor was lava. Back then, the silence had been fun—a playground for her imagination. Now, it just felt lonely.

“At least the coronation’s soon,” she thought, trying to sound optimistic in her head. “There’ll be actual people here. Laughter. Dancing. Company.”

Her smile faltered. Elsa’s coronation…it should have been something they were planning together. Talking, scheming, organizing and sneaking into rooms they weren’t supposed to.

Instead, Elsa had been as distant as ever. Locked doors. Polite nods in the hallways. It was as though a glass wall had been built between them, invisible but unyielding. Anna slumped, prodding a grape on her plate.

After eating her fill, she pushed back her chair and stood. A thought struck her:

“I suppose I could go to the castle's sauna. I haven’t done that in forever.”

The royal sauna had always been a little corner of paradise—a place to escape, where warmth and steam melted away stress. A tiny smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t the same as company, but at least she’d get to relax.

Arendelle's Castle: Royal Sauna

Armed with a fluffy towel, Anna padded through the castle halls toward the sauna, her footsteps echoing faintly off the marble floors.

The sauna was tucked away in a private wing, a place even most of the palace staff rarely bothered with. Opening the door, Anna stepped into the cozy chamber. Heat rose in waves, enveloping her instantly. The room was a haven of cedarwood benches, soft ambient light, and hissing steam curling from heated stones.

She sat down, already feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to ease. Leaning back against the warm wood, she stretched out her legs and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Oh, yeah… I needed this.”

The quiet quickly returned, however, and with it, her thoughts. Anna’s mind wandered back to the dream.

“Goddess of ****, Royal Families, and Royal Harems,” she said aloud, testing the words. They sounded utterly absurd, and yet...she remembered every detail. Every word. It wasn’t fuzzy like her dreams usually were.

A smirk tugged at her lips. “What am I even doing? Talking to myself?”

Her smirk faltered. If she were honest, talking to herself was nothing new. Years of solitude had made her something of an expert conversationalist with walls, portraits, and furniture.

But today, her curiosity was stronger than her embarrassment.

“Okay, Anna,” she thought, sitting up a little straighter. “Let’s just…pretend, okay? Hypothetically speaking, if this crazy dream were real…”

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

“I wish Elsa would feel an irresistible urge to come and sweat it out in the royal sauna today,” she whispered, trying not to feel completely ridiculous.

Anna opened one eye and glanced around the empty room. Nothing happened. Another minute passed. Then another. And another. And, of course, nothing happened. She laughed at herself, the sound bouncing off the wooden walls.

“Right. Like Elsa would ever—”

The door creaked open, and Anna froze mid-laugh.

The soft padding of footsteps echoed through the steam-filled air. A familiar silhouette emerged through the haze: slender, regal, and unmistakably Elsa.

Anna’s jaw dropped. She blinked, sure she was imagining things.

Elsa paused near the entrance, glancing around the sauna before her gaze settled on Anna. Her expression softened into a small, unsure smile.

“Oh, hey, Anna,” Elsa said, her voice calm but faintly puzzled. “Is it okay if I join you?”

Anna’s heart practically skipped a beat. She scrambled to sit up properly, clutching her white towel as though it might anchor her to reality.

“Uh… yeah! Sure! I mean—of course!”

Elsa nodded and moved to sit on the opposite bench, smoothing out the towel that covered her body before settling in. She took a slow breath, letting the heat soak into her.

Anna stared at her sister, wide-eyed and suspicious. Elsa never came to the sauna. Never. The cold never seemed to bother her, sure, but that meant heat wasn’t her thing either.

“What the heck is happening?” Anna’s thought, her mind spinning, and her nerves buzzing as she swallowed. “Did that actually…work?

“I don’t know why, but I just woke up feeling like I desperately needed this today,” Elsa said suddenly, breaking the silence. She glanced at Anna, her expression thoughtful. “Maybe it’s the stress about the coronation.”

Anna let out a nervous, awkward laugh. “Heh…yeah! Stress. That must be it.”

Inside though, her brain was a whirlwind.

“This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening! Did I actually make Elsa come here? That’s impossible! It’s just a coincidence…right?!”

Anna plastered a smile on her face, but her heart pounded in her chest. Her gaze flicked over to Elsa, who was relaxing into the steam with her eyes half-closed.

“Okay…stay calm. Don’t panic. Just…roll with it for now. Maybe it was a coincidence. But what if…what if it wasn’t?” Anna asked herself in silence, swallowing hard and forcing herself to lean back against the bench, mimicking Elsa’s casual posture.

“Feels good, huh?” She said, her voice deliberately light.

Elsa hummed softly in agreement, a faint smile on her lips. “Yeah… It really does.”

Anna nodded, trying to ignore the buzzing in her brain.

“Okay. This is weird. Really, really weird…I am going to need to test it again to be sure, or the suspense is going to kill me.” She realized. "But...what kind of test?"

She thought back on the details of the dream—the dream she was starting to freak out about now that she suspected it might have actually been the real deal. What was it that the cosmic being had said back then? Something about how her supposed powers would not be able to affect herself and only herself because she also needs to involve a family member in the phrasing of the wish?

"Alright...so...this time I need a test that would affect us both," she thought as she bit her lower, moist lip. "Something real and tangible I would not be able to dismiss as a coincidence. Something so incredibly unlikely...so downright ridiculous...to happen immediately after I will it to occur that the odds of it happening right then and there would be those of an actual miracle."

After thinking about it for some time, she finally came up with something as she glanced back at her older sister. She hesiated for a moment, not sure if she was about to be disappointed or relieved. But then she decided to just get it over with and focused on her thoughts.

"I wish that on this day and for the next few minutes only, my towel and that of my sister Elsa would become so unberably itchy all of a sudden that we would both much rather just throw it away even if it means getting naked in front of each other," she said in silence, convinced that the odds of this happening would be so extremely rare that it would qualify as proof if it worked.

A/N: Merry Christmas to you all, guys and gals! I hope you enjoyed my little gift, and as always, feel free to let me know what you think, or would rather happen next.

Until next time.