The Snow Of An Unknown Source Anna skipped down the hallway singing her favourite song. I smiled from the window in my room. It was my parents old room, I had it now that they had died. I stared out at the Northern lights in the distance that shone over Arendelle. "Elsa?" Anna asked, making her way slowly into my room. "Yes Anna?" I asked, turning around to face her. "Um, well. Detectives say they think they found our parents." She gulped. I glared at her. "Don't be ridiculous! Our parents are dead Anna! I thought we were all over that." I swallowed back the tears. I knew I certainly wasn't over it. "They think she's in Arendelle. Confused about where and who they are." Anna ignored me. "The truth?" I asked. Anna had tears in her eyes and hugged me. She buried her face in my dress, my white braid flopped down on her shoulder. "True." She mumbled.