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I got really inspired and wrote a disney-style movie script! It's a bit rough, but I'd be honored if you'd give it a read!

I promise that it's (mostly) original

[First lines; a group of mountain men are saw through a frozen lake singing "Frozen Heart"]

Ice Harvesters: Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining. This icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining. So cut through the heart, cold and clear. [the men drag large ice blocks through the lake water] Strike for love and strike for fear. See the beauty sharp and sheer. Split the ice apart and break the frozen heart. [a young Kristoff and his reindeer calf, Sven, share a carrot and then try to join the men] Ho! Watch your step! Let it go! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go! Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold! Ice has a magic can't be controlled. Stronger than one, stronger than ten, stronger than a hundred men! [young Kristoff struggles to get a block of ice out of the, it slips, hits the water and soaks Kristoff and then Sven licks his cheek] Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining. This icy force both foul, also this story is about a girl saving another girl from a boy who is very very bad and fair has a frozen heart worth mining. [as the sun sets, men light lanterns and carry on gathering blocks of ice] Cut through the heart, cold and clear. Strike for love and strike for fear. [young Kristoff finally manage to get one block of ice out of the water] There's beauty and there's danger here. Split the ice apart! Beware the frozen heart... [the men pile the ice onto a massive horse-drawn ice sled after which it's pulled away, Kristoff an Sven push their ice block onto a little sled and start following the mountain men's sled]

Little Kristoff: "Come on, Sven!"

[in the kingdom of Arendelle, young Princess Elsa, is sleeping, her younger sister Anna, excitedly tries to wake her up]

Little Anna: "Elsa. Psst. Elsa!" [Elsa doesn't wake so Anna climbs onto the bed, sits on Elsa and bounces] "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."

Little Elsa: [with her eyes still closed] "Anna, go back to sleep."

Little Anna: [Anna rolls on her back and lies on top of Elsa] "I just can't. The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play."

Little Elsa: "Go play by yourself."

[Elsa shoves Anna off the bed, Anna not wanting to be defeated hops back on the bed and lifts one of Elsa's eyelids]

Little Anna: "Do you want to build a snowman?" [this gets Elsa's attention and she smiles, then the two girls go downstairs to play] "Come on, come on, come on, come on."

Little Elsa: "Shh!" [the girls sneak into the ballroom and Elsa shuts the door, they start laughing]

Little Anna: "Do the magic! Do the magic!"

[Elsa starts waving her hands together and suddenly snowflakes appear forming a snowball]

Little Elsa: "Ready?"

Little Anna: "Yeah." [Elsa throws the snowball into the air and it bursts out creating flakes around the room] "This is amazing!"

[Anna runs around in excitement]

Little Elsa: "Watch this!"[Elsa stomps her foot and suddenly a layer of ice suddenly coats the floor, Anna slides off, laughing, then Elsa and Anna make build a snowman, after they finish building him Elsa moves his stick arms around] "Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs."

[Anna rushes over and hugs him]

'Little Anna': "I love you, Olaf." [then using her power, Elsa helps Anna and Olaf to slide across the dance floor as if they are dancing] [they then slide down snow hills together]"Ah-huh! Tickle bumps!" [then Anna jumps off the snowpeaks] "Alright. Catch me!"

[Elsa makes another snowpeak to catch Anna]

Little Elsa: "Gotcha!"

Little Anna: "Again!"

[Elsa makes another peak to catch Anna as she jumps]

Little Elsa: Wait! [Anna keeps jumping and Elsa quickly tries to make peaks to catch her] Slow down! [suddenly Elsa slips on the ice floor, as she sits up she sees Anna about to jump again] Anna!

[Elsa quickly uses her power to catch Anna as she jumps but it accidentally strikes her head and Anna falls down unconscious, Elsa rushes towards her and takes her into her arms]

Little Elsa: Anna? [a streak of Anna's hair where she was struck turns white, Elsa cries out in anguish] MAMA! PAPA! [as Elsa cries the room fills with more ice] [as she holds on to the unconscious Anna] You're okay, Anna. I got you. [suddenly their parents, King Agnarr and Queen Iduna, burst through the frozen door]

King: Elsa, what have you done? This is getting out of hand! [they rush towards them]

Little Elsa: It was an accident. [looking down at Anna in her arms] I'm sorry, Anna. [the King and Queen take Anna into their arms]

Queen: She's ice cold.

King: I know where we have to go. [the King goes through a shelf of books and finds an ancient book, he opens it and an old map falls to the floor from between the pages, the King and Queen take the girls and ride their horses through a forest, as they ride off a trail of ice is left behind them, they ride past young Kristoff who notices the trail of ice]

Little Kristoff: Ice? [Kristoff then rides Sven to follow the trail of ice] Faster, Sven! [as they reach the edge of a valley Kristoff hops off Sven and hides behind a rock] Sven! [they watch the King and Queen with Elsa and the unconscious Anna as they stand in the middle of an ancient ruin]

King: Please, help! My daughter! [suddenly a bunch of rocks tumble down the valley toward them and surround them, then they rocks unfold and turn into trolls]

Troll: It's the king! [as they watch from behind a rock]

Little Kristoff: Trolls...? [suddenly the rock in front of them unfolds]

Bulda: Shush! 'm trying to listen. [the troll grabs Kristoff and Sven by the hand brings them in close against her, Sven licks the trolls face and she looks at them both] Cuties. I'm gonna keep you. [the head troll approaches the King and Queen]

Grand Pabbie: Your Majesty! [Pabbie takes Elsa's hand] Born with the powers or cursed?

King: [to the Queen who's holding Anna in her arms] Uh...born. And they're getting stronger.

Grand Pabbie: Here, here. [she kneels in front of him and holds out Anna, he places his hand on Anna's head] You are lucky it wasn't her heart. The heart is not so easily changed, but the head can be persuaded.

King: Do what you must.

Grand Pabbie: I recommend we remove all magic, even memories of magic, to be safe. [Pabbie pulls out from Anna's head memories of Elsa and Anna playing, which floats above them] But don't worry, I'll leave the fun. [he changes all of her memories of Elsa's magic to show ordinary memories of the girls playing out in the winter snow and puts them back in her head] She will be okay.

Little Elsa: But she won't remember I have powers?

Grand Pabbie: It's for the best. Listen to me, Elsa, your power will only grow. There is beauty in it. [he shows a silhouette of an adult Elsa creating magical snowflakes] But also great danger. [one of the snowflakes turns red and into icy spikes] You must learn to control it. Fear will be your enemy. [the spikes turn into human form which then attack the silhouette of adult Elsa, this frightens Elsa and she turns to her father who holds her protectively]

King: No. We'll protect her. She can learn to control it. I'm sure. Until then, we'll lock the gates. We'll reduce the staff. We will limit her contact with people, and keep her powers hidden from everyone. Including Anna. [the castle doors and windows are closed and the two sisters separated from each other, Anna watches as Elsa goes into her new room and close the door, Anna looks sad and confused]

[on a snowy days, Anna, feeling excited and wanting to play, rushes over to Elsa's room and calls out to her]

Little Anna: Elsa? [Anna knocks on Elsa's door and starts singing "Do You Want to Build A Snowman?"] Do you want to build a snowman? Come on let's go and play. I never see you anymore. Come out the door. [Anna peeks under the door] It's like you've gone away. [Anna plays alone with her dolls in the ball room] We used to be best buddies, and now we're not. I wish you would tell me why! [back at Elsa's door, Anna peeks through the keyhole] Do you want to build a snowman? [she then sings through the keyhole] It doesn't have to be a snowman... [she hears Elsa through the closed door]

Little Elsa: Go away, Anna.

[Anna looks heartbroken]

Little Anna: Okay, bye. [dejected Anna turns and walks away, in] [sitting alone in her room at the window, Elsa looks out longingly, as she touches her hand on the windowsill her hands suddenly freeze the windowsill, later the King puts gloves onto Elsa's hand]

King: [he holds her gloved hand] The gloves will help. See. Conceal it. Don't feel it.

Little Elsa and King: Don't let it show. [a couple of years later a slightly older looking Anna knocks excitedly on Elsa's door and carries on singing]

Teen Anna: Do you want to build a snowman? Or ride our bike around the halls? I think some company is overdue... [Anna runs around the portrait room] I've started talking to the pictures on the walls. [she flips over the arm of a couch and lands on the cushion and she looks up at the painting of Joan of Arc] Hang in there, Joan. [in the library Anna is lying at the base of a grandfather clock] It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms. Just watching the hours tick by. [her eyes follow the grandfather clock’s pendulum and she emulates the tick-tock with her tongue]

Teen Elsa: [she holds out her gloved hands to her parents] I'm scared. It's getting stronger!

King: [the King takes a step towards her but Elsa pulls back] Getting upset only makes it worse. Calm down.

Teen Elsa: No! Don't touch me. Please. I don't want to hurt you. [the King and Queen look at each other in sadness; a few years later Anna now a teenager slides past Elsa's door and enters her parents room and hugs the King and Queen]

Anna: "See you in two weeks." [down in the hallway, Elsa curtsies formally in front of her parents]

Elsa: "Do you have to go?"

King: "You'll be fine, Elsa." [during a rainstorm the King and Queen are killed when a wave crashes onto their ship, their funeral is seen, with Anna standing between the two gravestones. After the funeral, Anna knocks on Elsa's door]

Anna: "Elsa?" [she sings] Please, I know you're in there. People are asking where you've been. They say have courage and I'm trying to, I'm right out here for you. Just let me in. We only have each other. It's just you and me. What are we gonna do? [Anna slides down the door and sits against it, looking sad] Do you want to build a snowman?

[in her room Elsa is sitting in the exact same position as Anna, her room is now frozen with ice and snowflakes float in the air, Elsa begins to cry as does Anna sat outside her door]

[Three years later - it's the day of Elsa's coronation ceremony and people are arriving to the kingdom]

Dock Master: "Welcome to Arendelle!

French Dignitary: "Ah, Merci, Monsieur."

Dock Master: "Watch your step, please. The gates will be opening soon."[a mother tries to put a jacket onto her young son]

Boy: "Why do I have to wear this?"

Mother: "Because the Queen has come of age. It's Coronation Day!"

Boy: "That's not my fault." [as a May Pole is being raised on the other side of it we see now a grown up Kristoff with Sven]

Kristoff: "What do you want, Sven?" [pretending to answer for Sven] "Give me a snack!" [Kristoff holds up a carrot] "What's the magic word?" [pretending to be Sven] "Please!" [Sven jumps up and takes a bite out of the carrot in Kristoff's hand] "Uh! Uh, uh, uh! Share!" [Sven gives the rest of the carrot back to Kristoff who takes a bite of it]

[an excited couple walk past Kristoff and Sven]

Persi: I can't believe they're finally opening up the gates!

Persi's Wife: And for a whole day! Faster, Persi! [walking behind the couple is the Duke of Weselton with his two guards]

Duke: Ah, Arendelle, our most mysterious trade partner. Open those gates so I may unlock your secrets and exploit your riches. Did I say that out loud? [up ahead of him is an Irish Dignitary talking to a Spanish Dignitary as they walk up the bridge towards the castle gates]

Irish Dignitary: Oh, me sore eyes can't wait to see the Queen and the Princess. I bet they're absolutely lovely.

Spanish Dignitary: I bet they are beautiful.

[inside the castle Anna is asleep in her room, snoring and drooling when there's a knock on her door]

Kai: Princess Anna?

Anna: Huh?

Kai: Princess Anna?

[Anna sits up, her eyes are still closed and her hair is all messed up]

Anna: Yeah? [she pulls a piece of hair from her mouth]

Kai: Sorry to wake you, ma'am but...

Anna: No, no, no. You didn't. [she yawns with her eyes still closed] I've been up for hours...! [as she sits she falls back asleep and starts to snore, as her head drops she startles herself awake] Who is it?

Kai: Wha -- It's still me, ma'am. The gates will open soon. Time to get ready.

[Anna stretches still with her eyes closed]

Anna: Of course! Ready for what?

Kai: Your sister's coronation, ma'am.

Anna: My sister's corneration... [she opens her eyes and notices her coronation dress at the other end of the room and she suddenly bolts awake with excitement] It's coronation day! [she quickly gets out of bed]

[Anna bursts out of her room, wearing her coronation dress, she passes by a servant and takes her hand in excitement]

Anna: It's coronation day!

[Anna rushes off down the hallway and starts singing "For The First Time in Forever" as she sees the servants opening the windows and doors of the castle]

'Anna: The window is open! So's that door! I didn't know they did that anymore. [as she notices servants carrying in plates] Who knew we owned eight thousand salad plates? [she slides into the ballroom] For years I've roamed these empty halls. Why have a ballroom with no balls? [she slides down the large staircase banister] Finally, they're opening up the gates! There'll be actual real live people. [she shakes hands with a suit of armor but breaks its arm and tries hide the evidence] It'll be totally strange. [looking out one of the windows] Wow, am I so ready for this change! Cause for the first time in forever, there'll be music, there'll be light. [she jumps out and onto of the window washer’s pulley, she raises herself up to see the ships arriving] For the first time in forever, I'll be dancing through the night. [she's then in the garden] Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in that zone. [she walks past a family of geese] Cause for the first time in forever... I won't be alone. [she kneels down in front of the baby geese, she holds out her hands and they jump onto her hands; talking to the baby geese] I can't wait to meet everyone. [she suddenly has a thought] What if I meet "the one"? [back in the castle she dances around and twists herself in a velvet drape like it's a gown as she continues to sing] Tonight, imagine me gown and all. Fetchingly draped against the wall. The picture of sophisticated grace! [she quickly drops the velvet drape and looks across the room as if noticing someone] I suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair. [she stands next to sculpted head of a man with a fan in her hand] I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face...! [she notices the platter of chocolate on the table next to her and starts stuffing some chocolate in her mouth, she then throws her fan away and turns to the sculpted head] But then we laugh and talk all evening, which is totally bizarre. [she grabs the sculpted head and swings it around] Nothing like the life I've led so far. [the sculpted head suddenly flies out of her hand and lands on top of a cake] For the first time in forever, there'll be magic, there'll be fun. [Anna enters the portrait room and jumps onto the couch and starts interacting with the paintings] For the first time in forever, I could be noticed by someone. And I know it is totally crazy to dream I'd find romance! But for the first time in forever... at least I've got a chance!

[in the library Elsa watches out the window as the coronation guests arrive and she carries on singing]

Elsa: Don't let them in. Don't let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be. [she turns and walks over to look at the painting of her father on the wall] Conceal. Don't feel. [she takes off her gloves and picks up a candlestick and an ornament] Put on a show. Make one wrong move and everyone will know. [her powers freeze the candlestick and ornament, in distress she puts them down on the table] But it's only for today. [it cuts to Anna singing the same song but in excitement as she steps out of the castle]

Anna: It's only for today!

Elsa: It's agony to wait.

Anna: It's agony to wait!

[Elsa opens the library door to command her servants]

Elsa: Tell the guards to open up...the gate! [cuts to Anna standing by the castle gates as they are opened]

Anna: The gate! [she steps outside the gate walking through the crowd] For the first time in forever, [the song moves to Anna and Elsa singing at the same time, with Anna walking through the crowd and Elsa walking down the castle hallway]

Elsa: Don't let them in don't let them see...

Anna: I'm getting what I'm dreaming of!

Elsa: Be the good girl you always have to be.

Anna: A chance to change my lonely world,

Elsa: Conceal...

Anna: A chance to find true love!

Elsa: Conceal. Don't feel. Don't Let them know.

[Anna sings and dances from the bridge into the village square]

Anna: I know it all ends tomorrow, so it has to be today! 'Cause for the first time in forever, for the first time in forever...! Nothing's in my way!!! [as Anna finishes singing she walks right into a horse, falls back and lands in a small boat which nearly tips of the dock when the horse slams its hoof onto the boat to steady it] Hey!

Hans: I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? [for the first time Anna notices the rider of horse who is a handsome regal man]

Anna: Hey. Uh...no. No. I'm...I'm okay.

Hans: Are you sure?

Anna: Yeah, I...I just wasn't looking where I was going. But I'm great, actually.

[Hans jumps off his horse and steps onto the boat]

Hans: Oh, thank goodness. [he offers her his hand, she smiles and places her hand in his and he helps her up] [he bows and Anna curtsies] Oh. Uh...Prince Hans of the Southern Isles.

Anna: Princess Anna of Arendelle.

Hans: Princess? My Lady. [suddenly he drops to his knee and bows his head, then as Hans horse goes to bow the boats nearly tips over the dock again, but Hans catches Anna before the boat tips over]

Anna: Wooh!

Hans: Um... [both looking awkward as they hold onto each other]

Anna: Hi...again.

[Hans horse slams its hoof back onto the boat to tip it back making Hans and Anna tumble back the other way with Anna falling on top if Hans]

Anna: This is awkward.

Hans: Uh...

Anna: Not you're awkward, but just because we're...I'm awkward.

[Anna gets off of Hans and as he goes to stand he holds her hand to help her up]

Anna: You're gorgeous. Wait, what?

Hans: I'd like to formally apologize for hitting the Princess of Arendelle with my horse...and for every moment after.

Anna: No. No, no. It's fine. I'm not that Princess. I mean, if you'd hit my sister Elsa, it would be... yeash! Cause, you know... [she turns and pats Hans horse] [to Hans] Hello. But, lucky you, it's...it's just me.

[Hans chuckles in amusement]

Hans: Just you?

[Anna smiles at Hans and she gets caught up in looking at Hans when suddenly she hears the bells ringing]

Anna: The bells. The coronation. I... I...I better go. I have to go. I better go. Uh... [she turns to leave but quickly turns and waves goodbye] Bye! [she rushes off, Hans waves goodbye and Hans' horse takes his hoof off the boat to wave goodbye]

Hans: Oh, no. [suddenly the boat tips over the dock with Hans in it and lands upside down in the water, Hans raises the boat up and smiles]

[In the church, the coronation has started with a choir singing in a foreign language. Elsa stands at the alter with Anna beside her, Anna looks into the seated crowd and sees Hans waving at her from his seat and she waves back, at the same time the Bishop places the crown on Elsa's head, he then presents the scepter and orb and as Elsa goes to pick them up the Bishop clears his throat and whispers]

Bishop: Your Majesty, the gloves.

[Elsa hesitates and slowly removes her gloves, with her hands shaking she picks up the scepter and orb and turns to face the crowd, the crowd rise to their feet and the Bishop finishes off the blessing in old Norse.]

Bishop: Sem hón heldr inum helgum eignum ok krýnd í þessum helga stað ek té fram fyrir yðr... (Translation: As she holds the holy properties and is crowned in this holy place, I present to you...) [Elsa looks down and sees the scepter and orb starting to freeze over] Queen Elsa of Arendelle. [as the Bishop finishes Elsa quickly places the scepter and orb back on the pillow and puts her gloves back on]

Crowd: Queen Elsa of Arendelle!

[Elsa turns to crowd and smiles and they clap]

[in the castle ballroom the guests dance to music and then Elsa is announced]

Kai: Queen Elsa of Arendelle! [Elsa turns and faces the guests smiling] Princess Anna of Arendelle!

[Anna rushes in then smiles and waves awkwardly at the guests, Kai then ushers her to stand beside Elsa]

Anna: Oh, here? Are you sure? I don't think I'm suppose to... [Kai places her beside Elsa] Oh. Okay.

[Anna looks at Elsa and takes a step away from her, the guests clap and the music starts to play, Elsa peaks at Anna and says quietly]

Elsa: Hi.

Anna: Hi...Hi me...? [Elsa nods] Oh. Um...hi.

Elsa: You look beautiful.

Anna: Thank you. You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller. You don't look fuller, but more...more beautiful.

[Elsa smiles]

Elsa: Thank you. [looking at the guests celebrating] So, this is what a party looks like?

Anna: It's warmer than I thought.

Elsa: And what is that amazing smell?

[the both close their eyes, inhale the smell, then open their eyes and look at each other]

Anna and Elsa: Chocolate! [they both laugh, as Anna is about to say something Kai interrupts them]

Kai: Your Majesty. The Duke of Weaseltown.

Duke: Weselton! The Duke of Weselton. [taking a step closer to Elsa] Your Majesty, as your closest partner in trade, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first dance as Queen. [the Duke does a little fiddle with his feet then as he bows his head and holds out his hand his toupe tips forward making both and Anna and Elsa giggle, then Elsa clears her throat]

Elsa: Uh...thank you, only I don't dance.

Duke: Oh.

Elsa: But my sister does.

[Anna laughs then realizes what Elsa has offered]

Anna: What? [the Duke quickly takes Anna's arm]

Duke: Lucky you.

Anna: Oh, I don't think... [the Duke yanks Anna onto the dance floor]

Duke: If you swoon, let me know, I'll catch you. [as Anna looks at Elsa in desperation]

Elsa: Sorry. [on the dance floor, Anna stands as the Duke dances around her showing off]

Duke: Like an agile peacock... [he steps on her feet as he dances around her]

Anna: Ow! Ow.

Duke: Speaking of, it's so great to have the gates open. Why did they shut them in the first place? Do you know the reason? Hmm?

Anna: No.

Duke: Oh. Alright. Hang on. [he suddenly grabs Anna and dips her back] They don't call me "the little dipper" for nothing.

[Anna notices Elsa giggling at them and smiles, he tips Anna back up and spins her]

Anna: Oh! [he starts dancing around Anna again]

Duke: Like a chicken with the face of a monkey...I fly! [as the music ends Anna walks back towards Elsa] Let me know when you're ready for another round, my lady. [after her dance with the Duke Anna joins Elsa and they both laugh]

Elsa: Well, he was sprightly.

Anna: Ah! Especially for a man in heels.

Elsa: Are you okay?

Anna: I've never been better. This is so nice. I wish it could be like this all the time.

Elsa: Me too... [then Elsa catches herself, stiffens and looks away] But it can't.

Anna: Why not? I mean, if we...

[Anna goes to grab Elsa but she pulls away]

Elsa: It just can't.

Anna: Excuse me for a minute.

[Anna turns and walks away sadly, as she walks through the crowd a man bows and bumps Anna making her fall, just before she hits the ground Hans catches her]

Hans: Glad I caught you.

Anna: Hans! [he places his drink on the tray beside him, lifts Anna up and starts dancing with her] [later Anna and Hans chat and have a drink] I often had the whole parlor to myself to slide... [as she extends her hands she accidentally hits him in the face] Oops. Sorry. [they then stroll around the castle grounds as they continue to chat] Your physique helps I'm sure too. [as they walk and fool around Hans notices the white streak in her hair]

Hans: What's this?

Anna: I was born with it. [hiding the secret about how it happened] Although I dreamt I was kissed by a troll.

Hans: I like it. [later they sit on the balcony and Anna shows how to eat a pastry]

Anna: Yeah, The whole thing! You got it. [they both laugh as Hans stuffs his face] Okay. Wait, wait. So you have how many brothers?

Hans: Twelve older brothers. Three of them pretended I was invisible...literally, for two years.

Anna: That's horrible.

Hans: It's what brothers do.

Anna: And sisters. Elsa and I were really close when we were little. [not realizing that her father said that she and Elsa had to be separated] But then, one day she just shut me out, and...and I never knew why.

[Hans takes her hand]

Hans: I would never shut you out.

Anna: Okay, can I just say something crazy?

Hans: I love crazy. [feeling attracted to Hans Anna starts singing "Love is An Open Door"]

Anna: All my life has been a series of doors in my face. [she closes the balcony doors] And then suddenly I bump into you.

Hans: I was thinking the same thing, because like... [he starts singing along]

Hans: I've been searching my whole life to find my own place. And maybe it's the party talking, or the chocolate fondue [he tweeks her nose and Anna laughs]

Hans: But with you...

Anna: But with you...

Hans: I found my place.

Anna: I see your face.

Anna and Hans: And it's nothing like I've ever known before. [they jump onto the next balcony and then they open the door to enter another balcony]

Anna and Hans: Love is an open door!

Anna: Love is an open door...

Hans: Door... [they slide across the hallway in their socks]

Anna and Hans: Love is an open door.

Anna: With you!

Hans: With you!

Anna: With you!

Hans: With you!

Anna and Hans: Love is an open door. [as a guard opens a door they hide behind the door across the hallway, laugh and run off] [they sit on the castle roof and watch a shooting star and continue singing]

Hans: I mean it's crazy.

Anna: What?

Hans: We finish each others...

Anna: Sandwiches!

Hans: That's what I was gonna say! [next we see them walking on a bridge ledge]

Anna: I've never met someone...

Hans: Who thinks so much like me. [they turn and holds each others little finger]

Anna and Hans: Jinx! Jinx again! [they start dancing like a robot to imitate mechanical figures on the clock tower] Our mental synchronization can have but one explanation.

Hans: You...

Anna: And I...

Hans: Were...

Anna and Hans: Just meant to be. [they start dancing on top of a lighthouse]

Anna: Say goodbye.

Hans: Say goodbye.

Anna and Hans: To the pain of the past. We don't have to feel it anymore! [they play hide and seek with the stable doors] Love is an open door! [they climb onto a waterfall] Love is an open door!

Hans: Door! [they start dancing]

Anna and Hans: Life can be so much more...

Anna: With you!

Hans: With you!

Anna: With you!

Hans: With you!

Anna and Hans: Love is an open... Door.

[Anna raises her hands to frame the moon, then Hans puts his hands on top of hers and they form the same of a heart]

Hans: Can I say something crazy? [he kneels on one knee and takes her hand] Will you marry me?

Anna: Can I say something even crazier? Yes!

[Hans and Anna try to walk through the guests in the ballroom towards Elsa]

Hans: Excuse me. Pardon.

Anna: [spotting Elsa] Sorry. Can we just get around you there? Thank you. Oh, there she is. Elsa! I mean, Queen.

[Anna curtseys as she reaches Elsa]

Anna: Me again. Um...may I present... [she takes Hans' hand and brings him next to her] Prince Hans of the Southern Isles.

Hans: [Hans bows] Your Majesty.

[they both laugh and start talking at the same time]

Anna and Hans: We would like...

Hans: Uh...your blessing...

[they laugh again as they say together]

Anna and Hans: Of...our marriage!

[Elsa looks shocked and confused]

Elsa: Marriage?

Anna: Yes!

Elsa: I'm sorry, I'm confused.

Anna: Well, We haven't worked out all the details ourselves. We'll need a few days to plan the ceremony. Of course, we'll have soup, roast, and ice cream. And then... [turning to Hans] Wait. Would we live here?

Elsa: Here?

Hans: Absolutely!

Elsa: Anna...

Anna: Oh, we can invite all twelve of your brothers to stay with us.

Elsa: What? No. No, no, no, no.

Anna: Of course we have the room. I don't know, some of them must...

Elsa: Just wait. Slow down. No one's brothers are staying here. No one is getting married.

Anna: Wait, what?

Elsa: May I talk to you, please? Alone.

Anna: No. Whatever you have to say, you...you can say to both of us.

Elsa: Fine. You can't marry a man you just met.

Anna: You can if it's true love!

Elsa: Anna, what do you know about true love?

Anna: More than you. All you know is how to shut people out.

Elsa: You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no. Now...excuse me. [Elsa starts to walk away]

Hans: Your Majesty, if I may ease your...

Elsa: No, you may not. And I...I think you should go. The party is over. [to the guard as she walks off] Close the gates.

Guard: Yes, Your Majesty.

Anna: What? [Anna goes after Elsa] Elsa, no. No, wait! [Anna grabs Elsa's hand and as Elsa turns Anna accidentally pulls off her glove]

Elsa: Give me my glove! [Elsa goes to grab the glove by Anna takes a step back]

Anna: Elsa, please! Please! I can't live like this anymore.

Elsa: ...Then leave.

[Anna looks shocked and close to tears, Elsa turns to walk away]

Anna: What did I ever do to you?!

Elsa: Enough, Anna.

Anna: No! Why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of?!

Elsa: I said, ENOUGH!!! [as Elsa turns suddenly ice shoots from her hand which spikes across the floor shocking the guests as they back away]

Duke: Sorcery. I knew there was something dubious going on here.

Anna: Elsa?

[Elsa opens the door and rushes out] [as Elsa bursts out of the castle door there's a crowd waiting outside]

Woman in Crowd: There she is! [the crowd cheers, Elsa starts running through them when she is stopped by a man in the crowd]

Man in Crowd: It is her! [he bows] Queen Elsa. [Elsa pushes past him and tries to run through the crowd again] Our beautiful queen. [she's stopped by a woman holding a baby]

Woman Holding Baby: You Majesty? Are you alright? [Elsa backs away but knocks into the nearby fountain and as she grabs the edge the fountain and water in it freeze, the crowd gasps in shock]

Duke: There she is! Stop her!

Elsa: Please, just stay away from me. Stay away! [Suddenly, her ice powers malfunction by it shooting out of her hand freezing the ground and castle steps which makes the Duke and his guards fall]

Duke: Monster. Monster! [Elsa looks at her hand, as she turns the woman with the baby steps back in fear as does everyone else in the crowd, Elsa runs off]

Anna: Elsa! [Anna rushes after her] Elsa! [as Elsa reaches the lake's edge the ground beneath her feet freezes] Wait, please! [as Anna rushes after her Elsa takes a step onto the lake water and the water freezes under her foot, she starts running across the water as the water freezes under her feet] Elsa, stop!

[Anna goes to step onto the frozen lake water but slips, Hans who's been following Anna rushes to her side]

Hans: Anna!

Anna: No. [they watch as Elsa runs across the lake as it freezes towards the forest]

Hans: The fjord. [the ice spreads freezing the entire fjord is frozen, back in the castle courtyard the crowd start to notice snow falling]

Woman in Crowd #1: Snow?

Woman in Crowd #2: Snow?

Woman in Crowd #1: Yes, snow!

Hans: Are you alright?

Anna: No.

Hans: Did you know?

Anna: No.

Duke: [grabbing one of his guards] Look! It's snowing! It's snowing! The Queen has cursed this land! She must be stopped! You have to go after her.

Anna: Wait, no! [the Duke places his two thugs in front of him to protect himself from Anna]

Duke: You! Is there sorcery in you, too? Are you a monster, too?

Anna: No. No. I'm completely ordinary.

Hans: That's right, she is. [Hans places his hand on her shoulder] In the best way.

Anna: My-my sister's not a monster.

Duke: She nearly killed me!

Hans: You slipped on ice.

Duke: Her ice!

Anna: It was an accident. She was scared. She didn't mean it. She didn't mean any of this. Tonight was my fault. I pushed her, so I'm the one that needs to go after her.

Hans: What?

Duke: Yes. [as she starts to walk away, Hans stops her]

Anna: Bring me, my horse! Please?

Hans: Anna, no! It's too dangerous.

Anna: Elsa's not dangerous. I'll bring her back and I'll make this right.

Hans: I'm coming with you.

Anna: No. I need you here to take care of Arendelle.

Hans: On my honor. [Anna gets onto her horse and addresses the crowd]

Anna: I leave Prince Hans in charge.

Hans: Are you sure you can trust her? I don't want you getting hurt.

Anna: She's my sister, she would never hurt me. [Anna rides off]

[Through the snow storm, Elsa climbs up a mountain where the Ice Harvesters were in the opening, she starts singing "Let It Go"]

Elsa: The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the Queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried. Don't let them in, don't let them see, Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know. [she looks at her one gloved hand suddenly takes off her glove and throws it into the air] Well, now they know! Let it go. Let it go. Can't hold it back anymore! [she creates a snowman] Let it go. Let it go. Turn away and slam the door. I don't care what they're going to say. Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway. [she takes off her cape which flies off into the wind] It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small. And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all. It's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through. [with her powers she creates an ice staircase] No right, no wrong, no rules for me. I'm free! [she climbs up the ice staircase] Let it go! Let it go! I am one with the wind and sky. Let it go! Let it go! You'll never see me cry! Here I stand and here I'll stay! [she slams her foot down forming a giant snowflake] Let the storm rage on... [she creates and ice castle with her powers] My power flurries through the air into the ground. My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around. [she makes an ice chandelier for her ice castle] And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast. I'm never going back, the past is in the past! [she removes her crown and throws it away] Let it go! Let it go! [she lets down her hair and makes herself an ice dress] And I'll rise like the break of dawn. Let it go! Let it go! That perfect girl is gone. [she walks through her ice castle and onto the balcony. The morning is rising.] Here I stand in the light of day! Let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway. [she walks back inside closing the icy doors]

[It is morning. Anna is riding her horse through the deep snow in the forest]

Anna: Elsa! Elsa! Elsa, It's me, Anna. Your sister who didn't mean to make you freeze the summer. I'm sorry. It's...it's all my f-f-fault. [she hears a wolf howling] Of course, none of it would have happened if she'd just told me her secret. [she chuckles to herself] She's a stinker. [suddenly a tree branch snaps startling her horse knocking Anna flying off as she sits up the horse start running away] Oh, no. No, no, no. Come back. No, no, no, no! Oookay. [Anna goes to grab a nearby branch to pull herself up but the trees snaps up dumping all its snow on top of Anna] [later that night as Anna tries to walk in the snow] Snow, it had to be snow, She couldn't have had tropical magic that covered the fjords in white sand and warm... [she sees smoke the distance] Fire! [suddenly she goes tumbling down the snowy hill and lands in the lake at the bottom, she stands and tries to walk out of the water] Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold. [with her dress frozen she walks to the house up ahead of her, she climbs the step and knocks the snow off the sign above her] Wandering Oaken's Trading Post. [she then notices a much smaller sign under it] Ooh! And sauna. [Anna enters the building and takes a few steps inside when she hears someone calling out]

Oaken: Hoo-hoo. [she turns to see a man sat behind a counter] Big summer blow out. Half off swimming suits, clogs, and a sun balm of my own invention, yah?

Anna: Oh, great. For now, uh...how about boots? Winter boots and dresses?

Oaken: [he points to the area which is empty except for one outfit, a pair of boots, a rope and axe] That would be in our winter department.

Anna: [she picks up the outfit, boots and takes it to the counter] Oh. Um...I was just wondering, has another young woman, the Queen perhaps, I don't know, passed through here?

Oaken: Only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear. [suddenly the front door opens and Kristoff enters completely covered in ice] [to Kristoff] You and this fellow! Hoo-hoo. Big summer blow out.

[Kristoff walks to the counter and looks at Anna]

Kristoff: Carrots.

Anna: Huh?

Kristoff: [he leans closer to her] Behind you.

Anna: Oh, right. Excuse me. [she steps out of his way, Kristoff picks up the carrots and tosses them on the counter]

Oaken: Woh, a real howler in July, yes? [Kristoff goes and picks up the rope and axe from the sparse winter department] Where ever could it be coming from?

Kristoff: The North Mountain.

Anna: [quietly to herself] North Mountain.

[Kristoff places the axe and rope on the counter next to the carrots]

Oaken: That'll be forty.

Kristoff: Forty? No, ten.

Oaken: Oh dear, that's no good. [referring to the rope and axe] See this is from our winter stock, where supply and demand have a big problem.

Kristoff: [he looks out the window where his sled is stocked up with blocks of ice] You wanna talk about a supply and demand problem? I sell ice for a living.

Anna: Ooh, that's a rough business to be in right now. I mean, that is really...

[Kristoff gives her a cold look]

Anna: Ahem...that's unfortunate.

Oaken: Still forty. But I will throw in a visit to Oaken's sauna. [waving] Hoo-hoo! Hi, family.

[Kristoff and Anna turn to see a family waving through the window of the sauna]

Family: Hoo-hoo!

[Anna waves back]

Kristoff: Ten's all I got. Help me out.

Oaken: Okay. [he puts the carrots forward on the counter] Ten will get you this and no more.

Anna: Okay, just tell me one thing. What was happening on the North Mountain? Did it seem magical?

[Kristoff pulls down the scarf on his face and looks at Anna]

Kristoff: Yes! [begins to break the fourth wall] Now, back up while I deal with this crook here. [suddenly Oaken, feeling offended, stands revealing his very tall stature]

Oaken: What did you call me?

[Oaken walks outside carrying Kristoff with one arm]

Kristoff: Okay. Okay, I... [Kristoff hits his head on the sign then Oaken throws him] Ow! Woh! [Kristoff lands in the snow ahead]

Oaken: Bye bye!

[Oaken walks back inside and slams the door, as he sits up Sven comes over to him]

Kristoff: No, Sven, I didn't get your carrots. [Sven huffs his disappointment] But I did find us a place to sleep. [referring to the dilapidated barn behind them] And it's free. [inside the Oaken's Trading Post Anna watches in shock as Oaken gets back behind the counter]

Oaken: I'm sorry about this violence. I will add a quart of lutefisk, so we'll have good feelings. Just the outfit and boots, yah?

[Anna looks down at Kristoff's supplies on the counter]

Anna: Uh... [she looks out the window] [inside the barn Kristoff, resting on some hay he starts singing "Reindeer Are Better Than People" to Sven]

Kristoff: Reindeers are better than people. Sven, don't you think that's true? [pretending to be Sven singing] Yeah, people will beat you and curse you and cheat you. Every one of em's bad, except you. [he pats Sven] Oh, thanks, buddy. [carries on singing] But people smell better than Reindeers. Sven, don't you think I'm right? [pretending to sing as Sven again] That's once again true, for all except you. [singing as himself again] You got me. Let's call it a night. [being Sven again] Good night. [as himself] Don't let the frostbite bite. [after Kristoff finishes singing suddenly Anna opens the barn door and enters making Kristoff and Sven sit up with a start]

Anna: Nice duet.

Kristoff: Oh, it's just you. What do you want?

Anna: I want you to take me up the North Mountain.

[Kristoff lays back on the hay and puts his hat over his eyes]

Kristoff: I don't take people places.

Anna: Let me rephrase that... [she throws a sack of supplies into Kristoff's lap making him sit up]

Kristoff: Ooph!

Anna: Take me up the North Mountain. Please.

[Kristoff opens the bag and finds the rope and axe he'd wanted to buy from Oaken]

Anna: Look, I know how to stop this winter.

[Kristoff sighs not believing her, he lays back down on the hay and puts his hat over his eyes]

Kristoff: We leave at dawn...and you forgot the carrots for Sven. [a bag containing the carrots hits Kristoff in the face]

Anna: Oops. Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't... [she clears her throat and catches herself] We leave now. Right now.

[she steps outside and waits, Kristoff watches walk out then offers Sven a carrot who takes a bite and then Kristoff has a bite] You-- (Animal Growling) (Crying out) [later that night Kristoff takes Anna in his sled, pulled by Sven, as they head toward the North Mountain]

Kristoff: Hang on! We like to go fast.

[Anna leans back and puts her feet up on the sled's dash]

Anna: I like fast!

Kristoff: Woh! Woh, woh, woh! Get your feet down. This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn? [he spits on dash to clean it, some if his spit hits Anna in the face]

Anna: Ew! No, I was raised in a castle.

Kristoff: Mm. So uh...tell me, what made the Queen go all ice-crazy?

Anna: Oh well, it was all my fault. I...I got engaged, but then she freaked out because I'd only just met him, you know, that day. And she said she wouldn't bless the marriage, and...

Kristoff: Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met that day?

Anna: Yeah. Anyway, I got mad and so she got mad and then she tried to walk away, and I grabbed her glove...

Kristoff: Hang on! You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day?!

Anna: Yes. Pay attention. But the thing is she wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe she has a thing about dirt.

Kristoff: Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?

[she looks at Kristoff and slides away]

Anna: Yes, they did. But Hans is not a stranger.

Kristoff: Oh yeah? What's his last name?

Anna: Of-the-Southern-Isles?

Kristoff: What's his favorite food?

Anna: Sandwiches.

Kristoff: Best friend's name?

Anna: Probably John.

Kristoff: Eye color?

Anna: Dreamy.

Kristoff: Foot size?

Anna: Foot size doesn't matter.

Kristoff: Have you had a meal with him yet? What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate the way he picks his nose?

Anna: Picks his nose?

Kristoff: And eats it.

Anna: Excuse me, sir. He is a prince.

Kristoff: All men do it.

Anna: Ew! Look, it doesn't matter, it's true love!

Kristoff: Doesn't sound like true love.

Anna: Are you some sort of love expert?

Kristoff: No. But I have friends who are.

Anna: You have friends who are love experts? I'm not buying it

Kristoff: Stop talking. [sensing something Kristoff stops the sled]

Anna: No, no, no. No, no, no. I'd like to meet these... [Kristoff puts his hand over Anna's mouth]

Kristoff: No, I mean it. [Anna shoves his hand away from her mouth and goes to say something] Sshhh! [Kristoff stands, holds up the lantern and looks around them when suddenly he notices a pack of wolves approaching them from behind] Sven, go. Go! [Sven takes off]

Anna: What are they?

Kristoff: Wolves.

Anna: Wolves? [the wolves chase after them] What do we do?

Kristoff: I got this. Just don't fall off and don't get eaten.

Anna: But I wanna help!

Kristoff: No!

Anna: Why not?

Kristoff: Because I don't trust your judgment.

Anna: Excuse me?!

[Kristoff pushes Anna back as he kicks off a wolf jumping at them]

Kristoff: Who marries a man she just met?

Anna: It's true love!

[Anna grabs Kristoff's lute and swings it at his head]

Kristoff: Whoa! [but what she was aiming for and hits is one of the wolves jumping at them] Whoa. [suddenly one of the wolves grabs Kristoff and yanks him off the sled]

Anna: Christopher!

[Kristoff grabs the loose rope hanging from the back of the and gets dragged behind]

Kristoff: It's Kristoff! [two of the wolves start attacking Kristoff, Anna uses the torch to fire a blanket and throws it at the wolves]

Anna: Duck! [as the wolves continue to chase them, Kristoff pulls himself back onto the sled crawling up the rope]

Kristoff: You almost set me on fire!

Anna: But I didn't. [Anna gives Kristoff a hand to pull him back onto the sled, at the very same time they notice a cliff up ahead and they have to do something before falling off the cliff] Get ready to jump, Sven!

Kristoff: You don't tell him what to do!

[Kristoff shoves a satchel into her arms and picks her up]

Anna: Hey!

Kristoff: I do! [he throws Anna onto Sven's back] Jump, Sven! [he cuts the harness to the sled just as Sven jumps and lands with Anna on the other side, Kristoff jumps from the sled and also lands handing by his hands. he looks down and sees his sled burst into flames as it hits the ground] Ooh. But I just paid it off. [suddenly he starts to slip off the edge] Uh-oh. No, no, no. Ah! No, no, no, no, no! [suddenly an axe, tied to a rope, comes flying over to him and lands in the snow right in front of him]

Anna: Grab on! [Kristoff quickly grabs the axe] Pull, Sven! Pull! [Sven with the help of Anna pull Kristoff up and he rolls onto his back exhausted] [Anna looks down the cliff at the burning sled] Woh. I'll replace your sled and everything in it. [Kristoff groans and covers his eyes with his arm] And I understand if you don't wanna help me anymore. [Anna starts to walk off sadly when Sven nudges Kristoff]

Kristoff: Of course I don't wanna help her anymore. In fact, this whole thing has ruined me for helping anyone ever again. [Kristoff pretends to be Sven answering himself] But she'll die on her own! [as himself] I can live with that. [pretending to be Sven again] But you won't get your new sled if she's dead. [as himself] Sometimes I really don't like you. [shouting to Anna as she's walking away in the background] Hold up! We're coming. [Sven licks Kristoff's face in approval Anna stops and turns]

Anna: You are?! I mean, sure. I'll let you tag along. [Sven runs off to catch up with Anna, Kristoff smiles then gets up to join them] [as they walk on all through the night towards the North Mountain, Anna turns and catches sight of Arendelle covered in ice and snow] Arendelle.

Kristoff: It's completely frozen.

Anna: But it'll be fine. Elsa will thaw it.

Kristoff: Will she?

Anna: Yeah. Now come on. [pointing straight ahead] This way to the North Mountain?

[Kristoff chuckles and moves her pointed hand upwards]

Kristoff: More like this way. [Anna is shocked as she catches a glimpse of top of the mountain through the clouds] [on their journey they walk through a forest covered in snow and ice]

Anna: I never knew winter could be so beautiful. [suddenly they hear a voice coming from nowhere]

Olaf: Yeah! It really is beautiful, isn't it? But it's so white. You know, how about a little color? I'm thinking like maybe some crimson, chartreuse. How about yellow? [as Anna and Kristoff try to look around to see where the voice is coming form suddenly a noseless Olaf wanders up behind them] No, not yellow. Yellow and snow? Brrrr...no go! [he laughs and walks over to stand between Anna and Kristoff] Am I right? [shocked, Anna screams and kicks Olaf's head which flies off his body and lands in Kristoff's hands] Hi!

Kristoff: You're creepy. [Kristoff tosses the head to Anna who immediately tosses it back to Kristoff]

Anna: I don't want it! [Kristoff tosses back to her]

Kristoff: Woh! Back at ya! [Anna tosses it back to Kristoff]

Olaf: Please, don't drop me. [Kristoff tosses back to Anna again]

Kristoff: Come on, it's just a head.

Anna: No! [Olaf's headless body runs around with his arms waving]

Olaf: Alright, we got off to a bad start.

Anna: Ew, ew, the body! [Anna throws Olaf's head back onto his body and it lands upside down onto him]

Olaf: Wait. What am I looking at right now? Why are you hanging off the earth like a bat?

Anna: Alright. Wait one second. [feeling sorry for him Anna comes over and puts his head right side up]

Olaf: Oh! Thank you!

Anna: You're welcome.

Olaf: Now I'm perfect.

Anna: Well, almost.

Olaf: It was like my whole life got upside down. [Anna takes a carrot out of the satchel and suddenly slams it all the way through Olaf's head between his eyes] Wooh!

Anna: Oh! Too hard. I'm sorry! I was just...

Olaf: Head rush!

Anna: Are you okay?

Olaf: Are you kidding me? I am wonderful! I've always wanted a nose. [he tries to grab the little bit of carrot sticking out between his eyes] So cute. It's like a little baby unicorn. [Anna pushes forward the carrot sticking out the back of Olaf's head] What? Hey! Woh! [seeing his big carrot nose sticking out from between his eyes] Oh, I love it even more! Hah. Alright, let's start this thing over. Hi everyone. I'm Olaf. And I like warm hugs. [Olaf faces Anna and opens his arms]

Anna: Olaf? [Anna suddenly realizes he's the snowman from her and Elsa's childhood] That's right, Olaf!

Olaf: And you are?

Anna: Oh, um...I'm Anna. [turning to Kristoff and Sven]

Olaf: And who's the funky-looking donkey over there?

Anna: That's Sven.

Olaf: Uh-huh. And who's the reindeer?

Anna: ...Sven? [looking and Kristoff and Sven]

Olaf: Oh! They're...oh, okay. Makes things easier for me. [suddenly Sven tries to bite off Olaf's nose but Olaf jumps back] Ha! Aw, look at him trying to kiss my nose. [to Sven] I like you, too!

Anna: Olaf, did Elsa build you?

Olaf: Yeah. Why? [Kristoff takes one of Olaf's stick arms off, looking at it in curiosity]

Kristoff: Fascinating.

Anna: Do you know where she is?

Olaf: Yeah. Why?

Anna: Do you think you could show us the way?

Olaf: Yeah. Why?

[Kristoff bends Olaf's arm]

Kristoff: How does this work? [suddenly Olaf's dismembered arm slaps Kristoff across the face] Ow! [Olaf grabs his arm back from Kristoff]

Olaf: Stop it, Sven. Trying to focus here. [he puts his arm back in place and turns back to Anna] Yeah, Why?

Kristoff: I'll tell you why. We need Elsa to bring back summer.

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ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

BEAUTIFUL! POWERFUL! DANGEROUS! COLD!

ICE HAS A MAGIC CAN'T BE CONTROLLED.

A sharp ice floe overtakes the workers, threateningly. They

fight it back.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

STRONGER THAN ONE, STRONGER THAN TEN

STRONGER THAN A HUNDRED MEN!

Massive fjord horses drag heavy ice plows.

FROZEN - J. Lee

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

BORN OF COLD AND WINTER AIR

AND MOUNTAIN RAIN COMBINING

The sun sets. Lanterns are lit.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

THIS ICY FORCE BOTH FOUL AND FAIR

HAS A FROZEN HEART WORTH MINING.

CUT THROUGH THE HEART, COLD AND CLEAR.

In the dark, Kristoff and Sven finally manage to get a single

block of ice out of the water.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

STRIKE FOR LOVE AND STRIKE FOR FEAR.

THERE'S BEAUTY AND THERE'S DANGER HERE.

SPLIT THE ICE APART!

BEWARE THE FROZEN HEART.

The workers pile onto the giant horse-drawn ice sled as it

pulls away.

Left behind, Kristoff and Sven push their ice block onto a

dinky little sled then head off.

We sweep up from them to the Northern Lights filling the

sky...then move across the mountains...beneath the

snowline...and descend upon...

EXT. THE KINGDOM OF ARENDELLE -- NIGHT

A humble castle, built of wood, nestled in a deep fjord.

INT. CASTLE, NURSERY -- NIGHT

ELSA (8) sleeps in her bed. Her little sister ANNA (5) pops

up beside her.

YOUNG ANNA

Elsa. Psst. Elsa! Psst.

Elsa doesn't stir. Anna sits on Elsa and bounces.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

YOUNG ELSA

(grumbling)

Anna, go back to sleep.

Anna rolls onto her back and spreads all her weight on Elsa.

FROZEN - J. Lee

YOUNG ANNA

(drama queen-ish)

I just can't. The sky's awake, so

I'm awake, so we have to play.

YOUNG ELSA

...Go play by yourself.

Elsa shoves Anna off the bed.

Anna lands butt to floor, sighs, defeated. But then she gets

an idea. She hops back on the bed and lifts one of Elsa's

eyelids.

YOUNG ANNA

(mischievously)

Do you want to build a snowman?

Elsa's eyes both pop open. She smiles.

INT. CASTLE STAIRCASE -- NIGHT

Anna, now wearing snow boots, pulls Elsa by the hand.

YOUNG ANNA

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Elsa tries to shush her, but Anna's too excited.

INT. BALLROOM -- NIGHT

The girls sneak into the ballroom. Elsa shuts the door.

YOUNG ANNA

Do the magic! Do the magic!

Elsa laughs and waves her hands together. Snowflakes suddenly

burst forth and dance between her palms, forming a snowball.

Elsa throws the snowball high into the air. Snow bursts out

and flurries around the room. Anna dances about, catching

flakes in her palms and mouth.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

This is amazing!

YOUNG ELSA

Watch this!

Elsa stomps her little slippered foot and a layer of ice

suddenly coats the floor, forming a giant ice rink. Anna

slides off, laughing.

FROZEN - J. Lee

PLAY MONTAGE:

-Anna and Elsa roll giant snowballs and build a snowman

together. Elsa moves his stick arms around.

YOUNG ELSA (CONT'D)

(goofy voice)

Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs.

Anna jumps up and hugs him.

YOUNG ANNA

I love you, Olaf.

-Anna and Olaf appear to be dancing. REVEAL: Elsa is actually

propelling them across the ice floor with her magic.

-The girls slide down snowbanks together!

-Anna fearlessly jumps off a snow peak into mid air.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

Catch me!

Elsa makes another peak to catch Anna.

YOUNG ELSA

Gotcha!

Anna keeps jumping. Elsa keeps casting magic.

YOUNG ANNA

(jumping faster)

Again! Again!

YOUNG ELSA

(struggling to keep up)

Slow down!

Elsa suddenly slips.

Her magic accidentally STRIKES Anna in the head. Anna tumbles

down a snowbank and lands, unconscious.

YOUNG ELSA (CONT'D)

ANNA!

Elsa runs to Anna and takes her in her arms. A streak of

Anna's hair, where struck, turns white.

YOUNG ELSA (CONT'D)

MAMA! PAPA!

The room around them fills with frightening ice spikes.

FROZEN - J. Lee

The parents burst through the frozen door. GASP at the sight

of the room.

KING

Elsa, what have you done? This is

getting out of hand!

QUEEN

(seeing Anna)

Anna!

The King and Queen rush to Anna and take her in their arms.

ELSA

It was an accident. I'm sorry,

Anna.

QUEEN

(about Anna)

She's ice cold.

KING

...I know where we have to go.

SLAM CUT TO:

INT. DARK ROOM -- NIGHT

The King sifts through a shelf to find an ancient book

inscribed with Old Norse runes. He opens the book, scrambles

to a page with an ancient map.

EXT. ARENDELLE -- NIGHT

Carrying the girls, the King and Queen ride their horses out

of the kingdom. Snow streams from Elsa's hands, leaving a

trail of ice behind them.

EXT. FJORD MOUNTAIN FOREST -- NIGHT

A sleepy Kristoff and Sven travel alone through the dark

woods. All of a sudden, the King and Queen race by with the

girls, leaving the wake of ice.

KRISTOFF

Ice?

SLAM CUT TO:

FROZEN - J. Lee

EXT. BLACK MOUNTAINS -- NIGHT

Kristoff rides Sven as they follow the trail of ice.

YOUNG KRISTOFF

Faster, Sven!

EXT. THE VALLEY OF THE LIVING ROCK -- NIGHT

Kristoff hops off Sven at the edge of a deep valley. They

hide behind a rock and peek out.

Down below, the King holds a frightened Elsa. The Queen holds

the still unconscious Anna.

KING

Please, help. My daughter!

Suddenly, a bunch of rocks tumble down the valley toward

them. It looks as though they'll be crushed!

But, luckily, the rocks stop at their feet. The rocks then

unfold, revealing bright faces.

YOUNG KRISTOFF

Trolls...?

The rock in front of Kristoff "wakes up." Meet BULDA.

BULDA

Shush. I'm trying to listen.

She grabs Kristoff and Sven by hand and hoof and hugs them

close. Sven licks her face and she eyes them both.

BULDA (CONT'D)

Cuties. I'm gonna keep you.

Back below, the crowd parts for a troll as old as the Earth.

They call him GRAND PABBIE. He approaches arthritically, but

determined. He nods respectfully to the king.

GRAND PABBIE

Your Majesty.

(referring to Elsa)

Born with the powers or cursed?

KING

Born. And they're getting stronger.

Grand Pabbie motions for the Queen to bring Anna to him. She

does. He examines her.

FROZEN - J. Lee

GRAND PABBIE

(about Anna)

You are lucky it wasn't her heart.

The heart is not so easily changed,

but the head can be persuaded.

KING

Do what you must.

GRAND PABBIE

I recommend we remove all magic,

even memories of magic to be

safe.... But don't worry, I'll

leave the fun.

Grand Pabbie pulls out a glowing blue energy from Anna's

head. We see her memories floating right above her. Grand

Pabbie changes all of her magical memories to ordinary

memories -- snowy play indoors with the girls in their

nightgowns changes to outdoors on the winter fjords with the

girls in winter gear. He puts the ordinary memories back in

her head.

GRAND PABBIE (CONT'D)

She will be okay.

YOUNG ELSA

But she won't remember I have

powers?

KING

It's for the best.

PABBIE

Listen to me, Elsa, your power will

only grow.

As he speaks, he conducts the Northern Lights to show a

silhouette of an adult Elsa creating magical snowflakes.

PABBIE (CONT'D)

There is beauty in your magic....

But also great danger.

The snowflakes turn to sharp spikes.

PABBIE (O.S.) (CONT'D)

You must learn to control it.

In the Northern Lights display, the sharp spikes cause human

figures to panic and attack Elsa.

PABBIE (CONT'D)

Fear will be your enemy.

FROZEN - J. Lee

Elsa gasps and buries her face in the King's chest. The King

wraps his arms around Elsa, protectively.

KING

No. We'll protect her. She can

learn to control it. I'm sure.

Over the King's words we...

DISSOLVE TO:

-The Arendelle castle gates shutting.

KING (O.S.) (CONT'D)

Until then, we'll lock the gates.

We'll reduce the staff. We will

limit her contact with people and

keep her powers hidden from

everyone... including Anna.

-The castle shutters close.

-Anna sits on her bed as Elsa's furniture disappears.

-Anna rushes to the hall to see Elsa shut the door to her new

room. Anna watches, confused and sad.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CASTLE WINDOW -- DAY

We look out on a gentle snowfall. Little Anna skips up to the

window. She lights up at the sight of the snow and rushes

down the hall.

INT. HALLWAY, ELSA'S DOOR -- DAY

Anna knocks on Elsa's door and SINGS.

"Do You Want to Build a Snowman?"

YOUNG ANNA

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

COME ON LET'S GO AND PLAY.

Anna peeks under the door.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

I NEVER SEE YOU ANYMORE.

COME OUT THE DOOR.

IT'S LIKE YOU'VE GONE AWAY.

FROZEN - J. Lee

-INT. ANNA'S ROOM -- Anna plays with two dolls, gives up, sad.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

WE USED TO BE BEST BUDDIES

AND NOW WE'RE NOT.

I WISH YOU WOULD TELL ME WHY.

-ELSA'S DOOR. Anna peeks through the key hole.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

-Anna calls through the keyhole.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE A SNOWMAN.

YOUNG ELSA (O.S.)

Go away, Anna.

YOUNG ANNA

(hearbroken)

...OKAY BYE.

-BEHIND THE DOOR -- DAY. Elsa sits at the window looking out,

longingly. Suddenly, her icy hands freeze the windowsill.

-LATER. The King slips leather gloves onto Elsa's hands.

KING

The gloves will help.

He pats her gloved hand.

KING (CONT'D)

See? You're good....

(starting their mantra)

Conceal it.

YOUNG ELSA

Don't feel it.

YOUNG ELSA & KING

Don't let it show.

-INT. HALLWAY, ELSA'S DOOR -- DAY. Anna, now 9, knocks on

Elsa's door.

ANNA (9)

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

-INT. HALLWAY -- DAY. Alone, Anna rides a bicycle built for

two in the hall by standing on the back seat.

FROZEN - J. Lee

ANNA (9) (CONT'D)

OR RIDE OUR BIKE AROUND THE HALL?

I THINK SOME COMPANY IS OVERDUE...

-INT. PORTRAIT ROOM -- DAY. Anna runs around the portrait

room, gaining momentum to flip over the arm of the couch.

ANNA (9) (CONT'D)

I'VE STARTED TALKING TO

THE PICTURES ON THE WALLS.

Anna lands PLOP on the cushions, then looks up at the

painting above her of the courageous Joan of Arc.

ANNA (9) (CONT'D)

Hang in there, Joan.

-INT. EMPTY LIBRARY -- DAY. Looks like no one's around.

ANNA (9) (CONT'D)

IT GETS A LITTLE LONELY

ALL THESE EMPTY ROOMS.

But then we find Anna, laying at the base of the grandfather

clock, playing with her braids, bored out of her mind.

ANNA (9) (CONT'D)

JUST WATCHING THE HOURS TICK BY.

Anna's eyes follow the grandfather clock's pendulum.

ANNA (9) (CONT'D)

TICK TOCK. TICK TOCK. TICK TOCK.

-INT. ELSA'S ROOM -- NIGHT. Elsa (now 12) paces as she panics.

The entire wall is frozen behind her.

ELSA (12)

I'm scared. It's getting stronger.

KING

Getting upset only makes it worse.

The King goes to hug her.

ELSA (12)

No. Don't touch me. I don't want to

hurt you.

He and the Queen look at each other with alarmed sadness.

-INT. LIBRARY -- DAY. Anna, now a teenager, slides past Elsa's

room without stopping.

FROZEN - J. Lee

-INT. KING AND QUEEN'S QUARTERS -- DAY. Anna runs into the

room and throws herself into her parents' arms.

TEEN ANNA

See you in two weeks.

-INT. ELSA'S ROOM -- DAY. Elsa curtsies in front of her

parents, formally, not touching them.

TEEN ELSA

Do you have to go?

KING

You'll be fine, Elsa.

-EXT. DOCKS -- DAY. The King and Queen leave on a ship.

-EXT. ROUGH SEAS -- NIGHT. Lightning flashes. The sea rages in

a storm. The King and Queen's ship is lost in the waves.

-INT. CASTLE -- DAY. A portrait of the King and Queen is

covered in mourning cloth.

-EXT. CEMETERY -- DAY. Anna looks small, standing before her

people, beside burial stones.

-INT. HALLWAY, ELSA'S DOOR. Anna, still in her mourning

clothes, approaches and knocks.

ANNA

(singing)

Elsa? PLEASE I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE

PEOPLE ARE ASKING WHERE YOU'VE BEEN

THEY SAY HAVE COURAGE

AND I'M TRYING TO

I'M RIGHT OUT HERE FOR YOU.

PLEASE LET ME IN.

Anna slides down the door and sits with her head against it.

ANNA (CONT'D)

WE ONLY HAVE EACH OTHER.

IT'S JUST YOU AND ME.

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

(weak, internal)

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

We move through the door...

-INT. ELSA'S ROOM -- DAY. Elsa is sitting in the exact same

pose as Anna. Her bedroom is frozen with ice. Snowflakes hang

in the air, suspended by grief.

FADE OUT.

FROZEN - J. Lee

EXT. THE KINGDOM OF ARENDELLE -- MORNING

A new dawn rises over the fjords.

Ships pull up to the docks. Guests pile out.

DOCK MASTER

Welcome to Arendelle!

A BOY tries to get away as his MOTHER tries to stuff him in

his bunad jacket.

BOY

Why do I have to wear this?

MOTHER

Because the Queen has come of age.

It's Coronation Day!

BOY

That's not my fault.

They pass the May Pole being raised and a Sami ice harvester

chatting with his reindeer. We recognize them as Kristoff and

Sven, all grown up. Sven hops around excitedly like a dog and

nuzzles Kristoff's chest.

KRISTOFF

What do you want, Sven?

Kristoff leans in and speaks for Sven, as if he can.

KRISTOFF (AS SVEN) (CONT'D)

Give me a snack.

KRISTOFF (CONT'D)

What's the magic word?

KRISTOFF (AS SVEN) (CONT'D)

Please!

Kristoff pulls a carrot out of his shirt pocket and hands it

to Sven. Sven tries to bite the whole thing.

KRISTOFF (CONT'D)

Hey, hey, hey! Share!

Sven takes a smaller bite. Kristoff then has a bite himself,

not seeming to care that it's covered in reindeer slobber.

We move on to PERSI and AGGIE, a super-excited couple who

rush towards the castle.

FROZEN - J. Lee

PERSI

I can't believe they're finally

opening up the gates!

AGGIE

And for a whole day! Faster, Persi!

They pass a tiny but menacing DUKE, who wears taps on his

shoes to "enhance" his presence. Two THUG guards follow close

behind him.

DUKE

Ah, Arendelle, our most mysterious

trade partner. Open those gates so

I may unlock your secrets and

exploit your riches.

(catching himself)

...Did I just say that out loud?

We leave him and head down the bridge towards the castle

gates, passing an Irishman and a Spanish Dignitary.

IRISHMAN

Oh, me sore eyes can't wait to see

the Queen and the Princess. I bet

they're absolutely lovely.

SPANISH DIGNITARY

I bet they are beautiful.

We move past them, to a particular castle window.

CUT TO:

INT. CASTLE, ANNA'S BEDROOM -- DAY

Anna, 18, snores. Drools. KNOCK. KNOCK.

KAI (O.S.)

Princess Anna...?

Anna sits up. She's got major bedhead. She coughs. Snorts.

Pulls a hair from her mouth.

ANNA

...Huh? Yeah?

KAI (O.S.)

Sorry to wake you, ma'am but--

ANNA

No, you didn't. I've been up for

hours.

FROZEN - J. Lee

She falls back asleep while sitting. She snores. Her head

drops, startling her awake.

ANNA (CONT'D)

Who is it?

KAI (O.S.)

It's still me, ma'am. Time to get

ready.

ANNA

Ready for what?

KAI (O.S.)

Your sister's coronation, ma'am.

ANNA

My sister's cor-neration...

One eye opens enough to catch sight of her coronation dress.

She bolts, wide awake in excitement.

ANNA (CONT'D)

Coronation Day! Ha ha!

SLAM CUT TO:

EXT. CASTLE HALL -- DAY

Anna bursts out of her room, wearing her coronation dress.

She finishes pinning ribbons in her hair. Seeing the hustle

and bustle of preparations, she can't help but SING.

"For the First Time in Forever"

ANNA

THE WINDOW IS OPEN!

SO'S THAT DOOR!

I DIDN'T KNOW THEY DID THAT ANYMORE.

WHO KNEW WE OWNED 8000 SALAD PLATES...?

-Anna slides along the floor of the ballroom in her socks.

ANNA (CONT'D)

FOR YEARS I HAVE ROAMED THESE EMPTY HALLS

WHY HAVE A BALLROOM WITH NO BALLS?

FINALLY, THEY'RE OPENING UP THE GATES!

-She shakes hands with a suit of armor. Breaks it. Hides the

evidence.

FROZEN - J. Lee

ANNA (CONT'D)

THERE'LL BE REAL, ACTUAL PEOPLE -

IT'LL BE TOTALLY STRANGE.

BUT WOW AM I SO READY FOR THIS CHANGE!

-Anna comes to a window and jumps out onto a window washer's

pulley. She raises herself up to see the ships arriving.

ANNA (CONT'D)

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,

THERE'LL BE MUSIC, THERE'LL BE LIGHT.

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,

I'LL BE DANCING THROUGH THE NIGHT.

-Anna walks through the garden and follows a family of geese.

ANNA (CONT'D)

DON'T KNOW IF I'M ELATED OR GASSY,

BUT I'M SOMEWHERE IN THAT ZONE

'CAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,

I WON'T BE ALONE.

(speaking)

I can't wait to meet everyone....

(GASP) What if I meet THE ONE?

-Anna twists herself in a velvet drape like it's a gown. She

acts like she looks gorgeous, but she looks ridiculous.

ANNA (CONT'D)

TONIGHT, IMAGINE ME GOWN AND ALL-

FETCHINGLY DRAPED AGAINST THE WALL.

THE PICTURE OF SOPHISTICATED GRACE.

-She notices the bust of a man across the room.

ANNA (CONT'D)

(google-eyed)

I SUDDENLY SEE HIM STANDING THERE,

A BEAUTIFUL STRANGER TALL AND FAIR.

(mouth full of chocolate)

I WANNA STUFF SOME CHOCOLATE IN MY

FACE!

-She grabs the bust of the man and swings it around.

ANNA (CONT'D)

BUT THEN WE LAUGH AND TALK ALL EVENING,

WHICH IS TOTALLY BIZARRE.

NOTHING LIKE THE LIFE I'VE LED SO FAR.

The bust goes flying and lands on the top of the cake.

-Anna bursts into the portrait room, bounces on the

furniture, and interacts with the paintings.

FROZEN - J. Lee

ANNA (CONT'D)

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,

THERE'LL BE MAGIC, THERE'LL BE FUN.

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,

I COULD BE NOTICED BY SOMEONE.

AND I KNOW IT IS TOTALLY CRAZY

TO DREAM I'D FIND ROMANCE.

BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,

AT LEAST I'VE GOT A CHANCE!

-INT. LIBRARY. ELSA, now a very poised 21, watches out the

window as the coronation guests arrive.

ELSA

DON'T LET THEM IN.

DON'T LET THEM SEE.

BE THE GOOD GIRL

YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE.

Elsa moves to a painting of her father's coronation. She

takes off her gloves and mimics the painting by holding a

candlestick and ornament in place of an orb and scepter.

ELSA (CONT'D)

CONCEAL. DON'T FEEL.

PUT ON A SHOW.

MAKE ONE WRONG MOVE

AND EVERYONE WILL KNOW.

The candlestick and ornament ice over. Elsa gasps, slams them

back down onto the table. She tries to reassure herself.

ELSA (CONT'D)

BUT IT'S ONLY FOR TODAY.

We cut between Anna's excitement and Elsa's nerves.

ANNA

IT'S ONLY FOR TODAY!

ELSA

IT'S AGONY TO WAIT.

ANNA

IT'S AGONY TO WAIT!!!

ELSA

TELL THE GUARDS TO OPEN UP THE GATE.

ANNA

THE GATE!!!

-Finally, the gates are open! Anna moves through the crowd,

admiring the people around her.

FROZEN - J. Lee

ANNA (CONT'D) ELSA

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN DON'T LET THEM IN

FOREVER. DON'T LET THEM SEE

ANNA ELSA

I'M GETTING WHAT I'M DREAMING BE THE GOOD GIRL

OF YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE

ANNA ELSA

A CHANCE TO LEAVE MY SISTER'S CONCEAL.

WORLD CONCEAL. DON'T FEEL.

A CHANCE TO FIND TRUE LOVE DON'T LET THEM KNOW.

-Anna hurries over the bridge and into the village square.

ANNA (CONT'D)

I KNOW IT ALL ENDS TOMORROW,

SO IT HAS TO BE TODAY!!

`CAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN

FOREVER. . .

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER!

NOTHING'S IN MY WAY!!!

-Anna SLAMS right into the breast of a HORSE!

She falls back and lands in a small wooden boat. It tips off

of the dock. She's heading overboard. But just then, the

horse slams his hoof into the boat and steadies it.

ANNA (CONT'D)

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Hansanna and 9 from the cliché tropes writing meme. :3c

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling.

Set in the AU where Hans was betrothed to Elsa as a child, warded in Arendelle just long enough to remember his fiancée’s weird, gangly sister, and sent away when said sister nearly died.

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The stop at the Trading Post was meant to be a short one. They’d get new clothes for Anna and Hans, carrots for the reindeer, and continue up the North Mountain to find Hans’s betrothed, who’d handled the news of her fiance and her sister sneaking into her room … poorly.

Extremely poorly. Even if they’d just been searching for an explanation of why Elsa froze them both out.

Anna had handled being removed from the warm sauna and buzz of conversation far better, although with no small amount of complaining. It was impossible to tell what Oaken put into the gløgg up here, but Hans could feel the remnants of one tankard still curling in his chest warmly. Anna, smaller and unused to alcohol, must be feeling it worse.

“How much did you have to drink?” he asked, arm wrapped firmly around her waist, which had been mercifully clothed by one of the other women in the sauna, who’d grinned and fixed Anna’s hair with the sisterly affection born of being warm and full of alcohol together.

“One,” she said firmly, then frowned. “Maybe two.”

Cups, he hoped, and not anything more than that. Anna craned her neck to look around.

“Where’s Kristoff?”

“He said something about how ‘the crook who runs the place’ wouldn’t let his reindeer inside, so he’d stay in the barn.” Hans nodded to a door in the back. “He said either of us was welcome to join him, but Oaken had a spare room.”

“Oh, a sleepover!” Anna flew from his arms the second the door was opened, giggling.

Hans hadn’t felt cheerful in so long it was almost offensive to watch her laugh. Her sister was freezing the country, had fled from both of them, had revealed she was an ice witch and neither Anna nor Hans had known, and Anna was giggling and drinking.

She hadn’t left the palace since their childhood. She was his fiancee’s sister. He was responsible for her. He really should’ve said something earlier.

He’d been warded in Arendelle as a child, once the betrothal was official, and he’d never known his intended was cursed. Two years he’d spent playing with Anna and studying with Elsa, and he’d never known. Apparently Anna hadn’t either, but it wasn’t much comfort to know they’d both been unaware of the ticking bomb by their side.

“Hans,” Anna said in the present. “You’re going to have to take your boots off.”

She flopped over onto the bed and wrapped the blanket around her, hair fanned out on the pillow to halo the look of amusement still on her face. The room was barely larger than a storage closet, but it fit one bed that looked, to Hans’s eyes, far too narrow.

“I didn’t realize he meant one spare bed. I should go --”

Anna burst into another fit of giggles, which at least dislodged Hans from the door frame, stepping closer to make sure she wasn't’ going insane. Anna pushed herself upon one arm, her eyes dancing in the approaching sunrise.

“Are you going to go sleep with Sven?”

“Sven?”

“The reindeer? The one Kristoff talks for?” She grinned. “I’m Sven and I sound like this --”

“I remember,” Hans interrupted hurriedly, wondering how thin the interior walls could be. “I’ll go sleep with Sven, in the barn.”

His face must’ve given away how little appeal the idea had, because Anna, with the air of someone surrendering a great treasure, gestured with the corner of the blanket that she would share it.

“Anna.”

“What? It’ll be a stupid sleepover like when we were kids. I’ll keep to myself over here, if it makes you feel better, proper Prince Hans of the Southern Isles.” She stuck her tongue out, and Hans sighed, dropping to the edge of the bed and yanking his boots off. It felt good to be not completely frozen and it felt better to be off his feet and the barn was cold.

At least he could keep an eye on Anna here.

He was learning not to underestimate her. If he slept in the barn, there was a chance he and Kristoff would wake up to find she had vanished entirely to chase after Elsa.

“Last time I agreed to a sleepover, I woke up with my shoes full of marbles,” he pointed out, as if she had forgotten, but Anna had a sharp memory.

“And soap, right?”

“And soap! You put soap in my shoes, and they were never the same.” He tugged his jacket off - no sense sleeping in something so uncomfortable - and draped it over the foot board of the bed. This was easier. If he ignored the absolute impropriety of sharing a bed, it was easier.

“In defense of five year old me,” Anna pointed out, shifting over to make space, “I was absolutely right. The soap made it very hard to get the marbles out.”

“Watch your back,” he threatened, grabbing the other blanket - thank Oaken for small mercies - and flopping down with his back to her.“You’ll wake up one morning and find marbles in your nice dance shoes.”

She gasped and elbowed him. “You wouldn’t!”

“Ow!” He, kindly, did not give in to the urge to kick her in the shin. “What happened to staying on your side of the bed, Princess Anna?”

“I’m the model of propriety,” she protested with a yawn. “You’re the one threatening me.”

“Your shoes,” he corrected.

“My shoes,” she agreed, sleep creeping into her voice. “That’s better, I guess.”

“Goodnight, Anna.”

“...’s morning.”

She dropped off to sleep quickly enough, and Hans stayed awake, biting the inside of his cheek to quiet his thoughts.

These two were gonna be trouble, Kristoff reflected, standing in the doorway with a mug of Oaken’s eye-watering coffee. The prince had managed to capture the wayward princess, which was good, and wrangle her into bed, which was neutral.

Kristoff took a louder-than-necessary sip of coffee, and neither budged.

It really was the ice cart all over again.

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A Convenient Arrangement- Part 1

Universe: Canonverse Arranged Marriage AU

Word Count: 5333

Rating: T (It’s clearly implied that sex is a societal expectation but it’s not written in)

Notes: Happy Unbirthday Anna @upthenorthmountain! I hope you like this arranged marriage AU. I was trying to get some mutual pining in there, but it was running away on me and ended up twice as long as planned without getting even half as much in as I wanted. I hope you’ll excuse my run away writing though. I can’t help myself!

He’d never asked for this. Hadn’t even known that he was involved until a full unit of royal guard soldiers broke through a copse of trees on the edge of the clearing where he’d made his little home, half congratulatory, half confused as to how to treat him. They hadn’t known how to address him, or how to tell him he didn’t really have much of an option but to go with them, because he was about to marry their princess.

There’d been some form of chaos in the kingdom he’d missed, up safe in the mountains as he was. He heard rumors of an upheaval at the Queen’s coronation ball, distrust amongst the people that stemmed from the Queen, Queen Elsa, having magical abilities and some kind of attempted murder at the hands of a foreign born Prince who had been trying to marry the Princess. The Princess he’d never met. The Princess he’d be marrying before even meeting.

It had been a lottery. Every unmarried man between the Princess’s own age of 18 and 30 was included, common folk, the ones who were afraid of their new Queen and wary of the aristocracy with all that had unfolded. It was meant to be a way to calm the masses, to allay their fears. Nothing made people so rapturously joyful as a royal wedding, or so he’d been told. He hadn’t even known that he’d been included, he didn’t even know that the crown had ever heard of him. He was just a mountain hermit for all intents and purposes, an ice harvester with a reindeer and an adopted family no one could know about. He wasn’t built to marry a Princess. He didn’t want to marry a Princess.

He knew that he should be overjoyed, after all marrying into the royal family would give him access, resources, a voice that he’d never imagined having, but so much time had been spent searching for him in the mountains that by the time he made it to the castle, he was being shoved into rooms to wash and dress in unfamiliar clothes that frankly, barely fit him. He didn’t feel anything close to joy as he stared at himself in a mirror. Some palace servant whose purpose and title he didn’t know, had cut his hair and smoothed it back against Kristoff’s annoyed protests. He didn’t look like himself, he was about to meet his wife, on the altar, and he didn’t even recognize his own face.

It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t recognize him either, nor him her. None of it mattered really. He was just an unwilling participant in what would undoubtedly be a sham marriage of convenience. The Princess needed to marry someone common to please the people, and he was about as common as they came.

He felt a bit like a lamb being lead to the slaughter when a knock came at the door.

***

Anna was struggling to keep the bile down. She’d been bathed in rose water, powdered, primped and dressed in a gown of beautiful cream silk, but when she stared into the mirror all she could see was the dark circles they couldn’t hide under her eyes. She looked more like a cleverly dressed corpse than a Princess and a bride. She hadn’t eaten in days, not since Prince Hans of the Southern Isles had nearly succeeded in his plan to marry Anna and have her and her sister killed to take over the throne. She hadn’t slept either, picturing again and again the way she’d just walked into his trap and how she’d only been saved from it by her sister exposing her abilities to the world. She hadn’t spoken much to Elsa in the time since, only enough to consent to this arrangement to help calm their citizenry.

She’d imagined thousands of times what she would look like as a bride, how she’d feel when she married someone for love like her parents had. She stared at herself, a ghost in a wedding gown, her heart aching and screaming against the predicament she’d put them in and the fantasies she’d had since she was a child felt juvenile. She’d been stupid, she was being stupid.

She’d managed to keep herself from crying, to hold it all in and direct the pain in her heart to her gut. She could feign illness when it was all over that way. Maybe whatever man they’d brought to wed her would be kind enough to let an ill woman skip her wedding night. She wasn’t holding her breath though.

His name was Kristoff, that much she remembered. She’d thought at first they’d said Christopher, but a maid had been kind enough to correct her later. Kristoff Bjorgman. He was an ice harvester, and blessedly just three years her elder. She couldn’t imagine having to marry someone much older than him, but if she was being honest with herself she couldn’t imagine being married to him either.

She didn’t even know what he looked like, but she had imagined someone terrifying in her head. He’d be hulking, manner less, and cruel. Maybe he’d be attractive, but not in the well-polished way that she’d imagined for many years, and even if he was nice to look at, even if he wasn’t the beast her sleep-deprived mind was inventing, there was no promise that he would ever come to love her.

He was from the mountains, he’d not even known he’d been included in the lottery and from what she heard the maids whispering, he had no interest in marrying her. She couldn’t blame him. All he knew of her was that she was a Princess and that she was taking away his freedom to choose a bride. Of course, she was told by the royal advisors and anyone else who had a hand in the arrangement that he’d come willingly. Who wouldn’t want to marry a Princess after all?

She felt like her stomach was going to spill itself, though it contained nothing, when she heard a knock on the door. It was time.

She tried to keep her breathing level, to walk with poise as she was directed out the door. She could feel the tears coming as she looked back on her bedroom, the place she’d spent her childhood dreaming of this day. She’d never guessed then that dreams could quickly become nightmares.

***

Kristoff felt choked by his collar. It was too tight, and his throat was even tighter still. Breathing felt laborious in a way that he’d only experienced once, after a fall that knocked all the air from his lungs. He hoped that the assembled guests could tell how eager he was to be done with it all, he hoped they knew that this wasn’t something he wanted.

There were common folk and gentry before him with few familiar faces, some merchants he’d seen in the market before were staring at him with envy. He wished he could tell him that he’d be more than willing to trade with them or any of their sons. He wished that he could walk out of the room, get Sven from the castle stables and pretend that none of this was happening. If he weren’t worried about being hung for it, for slighting a princess, he would.

Arendelle had always been a good place to live. The royals thought of the people, and from what he knew of them and the country’s history, they were not unkind. Perhaps it was an option, but no. Misanthropic as he was, he knew that there were people for whom this marriage was important. It meant something, it meant stabilizing tensions, and so long as Queen Elsa was a good a ruler as her parents had been, he was content to do his part.

Content, he supposed, was a stretch. A better word might be resigned, like a man being put to death.

It wasn’t as if he’d had a sweetheart or anything. He’d just never planned to marry at all. He liked the simple life he made for himself in the mountains, he liked relying on himself and on his adoptive family. He didn’t need companionship beyond that. He didn’t need the castle coffers, he didn’t want to dress in clothes like the ones he’d been squeezed into, his shoulders were already aching over the way the coat he wore tugged at him. He’d just wanted to be left alone.

But he wasn’t alone. He’d spent so much time in his own thoughts, thinking about how much he didn’t want to be where he was standing that he hadn’t noticed everyone in the room standing. They’d already knelt when the Queen came in, taking a solitary seat at the front of the room such that while the day was her sisters, she was still the center of attention, her right as Queen. Now though, no one was kneeling, but instead they stood to get a better look at the white and cream veiled figure striding down the red velvet runner that covered the floor in the aisle between the pews.

His Princess. The woman who was to be his wife.

***

She was still holding back tears, reminding herself to breathe as she walked to the sanctuary doors. It wasn’t the wedding she’d imagined. Her parents had died years ago now, there was no one to guide her to the man waiting for her at the end of the aisle beyond the door. Or she’d thought as much. Her sister had offered, her face betraying every ounce of pain that Anna felt, when Anna had reminded her, as kindly as she could, that as Queen, she’d need to be in the room before her.

When he doors were pushed open by the awaiting guards, Anna was surprised to feel a solid and comforting form at her side, taking her arm gently. She turned to see Kai, the head butler, the man who had known her since she was a girl, taking up place at her side to walk her down the aisle. She saw sadness in his eyes as he smiled apologetically at her. It was enough to bring her some small comfort when she turned to face the room that had opened before her.

There were people standing. She felt their eyes on her and she wished more than anything that it could have been a private affair. Maybe then she would have been allowed to cry, maybe then she would have been allowed to meet her betrothed first. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel so hollow inside.

She focused on moving her feet, on holding her bouquet so that she didn’t drop it, on breathing and on not crying.

Don’t trip. Breathe. Hold it in. Don’t trip. Breathe. Hold it in. Don’t trip.

Her mind volleyed commands at her body as she moved down the aisle, grateful for Kai’s presence at her side until they reached the end of the aisle and was forced to leave her at the stairs before the altar. She strode up it herself, carefully. The man waiting there for her didn’t move to assist her, and she did her best to not look at him at all, sure that if she did, all her carefully constructed walls would fall down.

Breathe. Hold it in. Look somewhere else. Don’t let him know you’re terrified. Get through. Survive. Make your parents proud. Make Elsa proud. Fix the problem you caused.

The assembled guests were seated, and while she could feel their excitement, the room felt somber to her. Little in the way of decorations had been attended to in the rush of arranging the lottery and now the subsequent wedding. There were white roses and ribbons and candles, but they felt too few and far between, too colorless to bring a brightness to the old chapel.

She’d always imagined sunflowers. She loved sunflowers.

The priest was speaking, discussing something at length about duty and how the bond between the palace and the people was one blessed by God and so this marriage would be too. She was just glad he was mostly avoiding the topic of love. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to keep herself from running out if he had.

She knew that she missed something he’d said when she felt hands grip hers.

She almost jumped from the contact, barely holding the reaction back when she realized that they belonged to her soon to be husband.

Vows. They were being asked to say their vows.

They hadn’t written their own given that they didn’t know each other and certainly didn’t have the time.

Her attention shifted to the feel of his hands on hers, making it unavoidable to focus on him, as hard as she’d been trying to avoid it. He wasn’t wearing gloves. It probably shouldn’t surprise her as much as it did, she wasn’t wearing them, but she simply wasn’t used to being around men who didn’t wear gloves. She could feel the rough callouses on his fingers, on his palm. He was not like any man she’d ever met.

She allowed herself to direct her eyes up, taking in his face for the first time. He had a boyish look to him that made her feel a little less afraid than she had been. He wasn’t some terrifying beast of a man, despite his size which was quite immense compared to her, he was just a tired looking boy a bit older than her who seemed to be just as uncomfortable as she was, well as he was hiding it.

Her eyes caught his and she felt his hands leave hers to pull her veil back. She did her best to compose her face as he did so, knowing that everyone, him included were about to get a very good look at her expression.

His movements were quick but gentle, and she was grateful when the veil was behind her and his hands went back to hers again. It was one step closer to the end.

Her eye caught his, and her heart skipped. His eyes were brown like the earth he undoubtedly worked with his callouses. For a moment they flashed a sort of soft look, but once it was time for them to say their vows, it was gone.

***

He was beginning to grow tired of the pomp and circumstance of the ceremony. They’d said their vows and while he’d heard of exchanges of rings being popular, they did not engage in the practice. Likely, he thought, they wouldn’t even know what size ring to select for him, making the gesture impossible. Still, however, the priest continued to speak on the importance of their marriage, that they should respect and care for each other and about a thousand other sentimentalities that fell flat to him given that he knew nothing about his bride.

He did know that she had blue eyes, and that they looked sad. He could hardly blame her for being disappointed, but he did try to focus on something else. She had freckles on her nose and brilliant red hair. Her lips were set in a false smile that he tried his best to mimic. Despite the fact that she was a Princess, brought up in a life of luxury, he could tell from the way she was standing tall and no longer avoiding his eye that she was strong. That much, he thought, he might be able to grow to like and respect if not love.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Kristoff had been waiting to hear the words. Relief and terror flooded him simultaneously as he realized that this would be the end of the ceremony, but also the start of a marriage.

He felt her hands start to tremble in his, and he held them tighter in his own, trying to hide it. He wasn’t sure what brought him to do it, but he thought that if he were her, he’d want to seem as strong as she was trying to be, and a shake, involuntary as it was, would show fear and sadness. It was a wedding gift to her, to help her be strong. He had nothing else to give her.

He leaned in, trying to give her an apologetic look before pressing his lips to hers.

They would never have to do it again.

***

The feast after the wedding had been a strange thing. Under normal conditions Anna thought that she might have enjoyed the celebration, but as she looked around the room she’d only been reminded of her failings. It was too much like the coronation ball where she’d met Hans and nearly ruined everything her family ever worked to build. Her life now, she supposed, was something like a ruin, but when she sat at a high table, pretending to eat bits of each course, she’d been able to pretend that she was acting out a scene from a play. She was a blushing bride, she was accepting praise, she was having a lovely meal.

She couldn’t pretend anymore.

She shivered, quaking, sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for the man, Kristoff, her husband, to come to her door. She had a wifely duty to fulfil, nothing more and nothing less, and she simply hoped that he wouldn’t do anything overly improper or painful to her. Frankly she wasn’t certain of what he might ask of her. She knew the mechanics, she knew what the act entailed in its most basic form, but she’d heard things that frankly had her terrified.

Her bridal night gown was still draped over her vanity chair. She’d not been able to bring herself to change into it. It felt too final that way, like she was giving in to the fact that she’d being laying back and putting her mind to other work. She’d sent away her maids, lest they force her into it.

A knock came on the door, and she didn’t know what to say. She felt like one of the statues in the halls, immobile, unable to react in anyway. It would be easier if she was, she thought. Then at least, she wouldn’t have to see what was happening to her, she wouldn’t have to feel it.

“Can… can I come in?”

She already recognized his voice, although he hadn’t spoken much after the ceremony other than to thank the staff and accept the well wishes of guests and witnesses with a sort of unapologetic gruffness that she was begging to associate with him. She hoped beyond all things that she’d not see it in action, rather hoping for more of the sort of gentle kindness he’d shown subtly in the ceremony.

He’d held her steady when she’d fallen apart, when she’d started to shake. It was something she’d been replaying in her head along with the memory of a gentle and chaste kiss that he’d pressed to her mouth. It gave her some small phantom hope that maybe he’d show her some tenderness in the act of their consummation. It was, she thought, the most she could hope for.

“Yes,” she said, her voice quiet and small, even to her ears.

She was surprised that he’d even heard her speak when she heard the door handle turn, though she supposed that it might have also been a coincidence, that he’d simply tired of waiting in the moments after her quiet acceptance. She wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t have much patience for her. She didn’t have much patience for herself as it was.

She stared at her feet instead of looking to see him come through the door. She listened to the sound of the door closing again, locking behind him. She listened to and counted the footfalls that took him from the door to her side, all twelve of them, and couldn’t bring herself to look up when he drew close. Instead she reached behind herself, fingers going to the ribbons of her gown’s bodice and tugging them loose.

Better, she thought, to get it over with.

“Stop.”

She froze. He didn’t sound pleased. The gruffness in his voice had returned in force and she knew that she’d displeased him in some way. She thought that such a thing shouldn’t upset her, but it did.

“Don’t.”

The words were simple, but foreign to her. Why would he not want her to undress? Something in her stomach dropped to think that maybe she wasn’t pretty enough for him. Perhaps, she thought, he wanted to put out the candles and bank the fire before bedding her. She’d been told by others that she was lovely, but she had never quite believed it herself, particularly not after how Hans had played her like a fiddle.

She felt the mattress compress under his added weight as he sat at her side. She hadn’t expected for him to sit, and it was enough to make her look from her feet to his face. She was surprised to see that he didn’t look angry or disgusted, or annoyed, but rather that he appeared to be sad. She caught his eye and his expression softened further, like he understood her confusion and hurt and fear. It struck her in that moment that if there was anyone that would understand, it was him.

“I can put the lanterns out if you prefer,” she said, her voice just as weak as it had been. She tried to hazard a smile, but she knew it just came off as exhausted and small. She saw her failure to fake interest on his face.

“No,” he replied, “you can change if you wish, but I just want you to know that… I have no expectations of you. I’m sure that you were told I would… I know we’re expected to… but I don’t want that.”

She swallowed hard, relief and anxiety flooding her system simultaneously. That she wouldn’t have to bare herself to him, a total stranger, was a kindness. That he, her husband, didn’t want her on their wedding night, was painful. She’d not been wanted in a very long time, and she supposed it shouldn’t surprise her that someone who was forced to wed her would change that fact.

“Oh,” she replied, “I thought…”

He sighed and laid back on the bed.

“I know.”

***

She looked too young to be a bride. He’d wondered briefly at the alter if she always looked so frail, so much like a bird, but when she’d eaten nothing at the wedding feast, he’d been given his answer. Already he’d planned to go to her bedchamber and request nothing, but at the altar, at the meal, his mind had been made up.

She hadn’t picked him as a husband, nor had he chosen her for a wife, but he’d cherish her, nevertheless. He’d protect her and learn to be her husband if in title only. He deserved the choice to do that at least, and he thought that if she couldn’t have someone more deserving of her than he was, he’d at least try to live up to the role.

“We’re going to stay here for a while,” he said gently, trying not to frighten her, trying to make himself prone and small and anything but the intimidating large beast of a man he knew he was. “Then when everyone thinks we’ve… finished what is expected of us, I’ll leave and get something for you to eat and you won’t have to see me again for the evening.”

She looked at him with shock, and he was comforted that it was at least not the nervousness she’d shown him when he first entered the room. It was something at least.

“Why?”

She sounded a bit incredulous, but her expression was softer, more confused.

“Because you didn’t eat at dinner and I think that maybe you haven’t eaten in a while.”

She shook her head, and it took him a moment to understand that she wasn’t asking him why he was planning on bringing her something to eat, and that she was more curious as to his overall motives.

“Why aren’t you… I’m sure you must be angry, or at least upset… unless… well you’re happy to be marrying up or something, but you didn’t seem to be before. I just… I thought that you’d want to take what is yours to take.”

He tried not to bristle visibly. She didn’t know him, he couldn’t possibly blame her for thinking that he’d do everything she’d undoubtedly been warned he would.

“You,” he said, weighing his words, shifting up on one arm to get a better look at her eyes again. They were beautiful, bright and full of emotion. He could already read her feelings on her face. It was simple when she was so unguarded. “You are not property… and I don’t deign to take anything that isn’t offered willingly. I can’t take something from you just because we’re married.”

She seemed to calm at that, her expression shifting slightly to curiosity and then relief. It was almost enough to make him fall back more comfortably on her mattress. He supposed it wasn’t entirely true. Space on her incredibly soft mattress probably wasn’t his to take either, but that she hadn’t chided him yet for laying upon it was a comfort. He’d had a long day and was looking forward to some time to lay back and let his muscles untense a bit.

“I wasn’t unwilling,” she said, so softly he almost didn’t hear her.

He frowned at the ceiling and then let his eyes close for a moment. Despite how quietly she’d said it, there was something resolute to her tone, the strength he’d seen simmering behind her eyes at their ceremony cropping up again. He had a feeling that if she became a bit more comfortable with him, she would be downright feisty.

“Maybe,” he offered, “But you weren’t willing either. Just because you don’t say no, doesn’t mean you’re saying yes.”

He could feel her lay back on the mattress at his side, and he thought that the pins in her hair must be poking at her scalp. He thought that if they had only been given a few days to get to know each other, that he might have taken her hair down for her. She seemed like she might have liked that.

“What if I never say yes?” she asked, “Surely you want a son… what if I never consent to give you that?”

He shrugged, feeling her eyes on him though he couldn’t see her looking.

“If you never say yes, you never say yes. I haven’t thought much about children, but if I ever wanted a son there are more ways than one to build a family Anna.”

***

Her heart leapt at his words, and perhaps most at the sound of her name being said in his voice.

Never. He’d never make her lie with him if she chose not to. She knew that she shouldn’t trust him at his word, especially as it would mean that their marriage would never be consummated if she chose, but despite her recent misplaced trust, there was something about Kristoff that made her want to try believing him. He was already being so much more gracious towards her than she expected he would be, that she thought he should be.

“More ways than one?”

He let out a sigh that was tinged with an almost chuckle. That too made her heart feel warm in unfamiliar ways.

“Well, we have some time to talk… guess we should get to know each other a bit… I was adopted. So if I wanted a child and you didn’t want to engage in the practice of making one… I suppose I would adopt a boy. Or maybe a girl? Carrying on my name isn’t possible given our children would take your name, but don’t worry yourself about it, it was never a priority for me anyway.”

She thought about what he said for a moment. She’d never met anyone who was adopted before. She thought that maybe she should ask him about his family, but she was afraid that if she did, he’d ask her about hers, and she was feeling too shattered for that conversation to take place right away, even if he probably already knew most of it.

“Anything else I should know? Just while we’re talking…”

“Depends on what you think you should know. My favorite color? Favorite food? Best friend’s name? Shoe size?”

There was a smile to his voice when he replied, and Anna let herself close her eyes when she heard it. He was warming to her, and she let out a small but genuine laugh to show him that she was warming to him in return.

“Sure, start there and I’ll tell you mine.”

His smile was beautiful in her head, but she couldn’t open her eyes to see if he was sporting it laying at her side. The softening of their demeanors, the quiet conversation they were carrying on was all that was keeping her from weeping.

She felt lucky, that of all the men in the Kingdom she could have ended up with, it was someone as kind as he seemed to be.

“Only if you promise not to laugh when I tell you my best friend is a reindeer.”

She smiled. He was a bit odd maybe, but there was a sincerity to his tone that relaxed her, allowed her to open up.

“Only if you promise not to pity me when I tell you I don’t have any friends at all.”

There was a long silence after she said it, and for a moment she was afraid that the tentative bond between them had already snapped, but then she felt it. His rough hand had slid across the space between them, his fingers brushing experimentally across her palm, offering a gentle sort of touch that made her want to weep.

She took it and the soft squeeze she felt was far more intimate than anything he could have done to her with her wedding gown off.

“What if…” she started, feeling half mad for asking, “What if a day comes where I say yes?”

Returning to the original topic seemed to throw him for a moment, but she felt his thumb gently brush against her hand before her answered.

“Then I’ll have to say yes too… and I think it will take me some time to get to that place. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you, but I think I’d like to get to know my wife before we come anywhere close to that.”

Her heart fluttered at the thought. He did want her then. She took comfort in that, and in the fact that he wanted to get to know her, to build a relationship.

“Kristoff,” she said, testing his name on her tongue and finding that it felt right to say.

He turned to her expectantly, and she rolled to meet his gaze, her fingers squeezing against his weakly, “I’m sorry you were pulled into this… but I just want you to know, even if it’s selfish of me to think… I’m glad that I’m married to someone like you. I wasn’t expecting kindness.”

He gave her a look that seemed to be a mix between sadness and appreciation. There was a soft almost smile playing on his lips, and she tried to give it back.

“I never thought about marrying… but Anna… I think I’m going to like being married to you.”

The honesty that he carried in his voice with such ease was what made her inch, ever so slightly closer to his side, and for the first time since her sister’s coronation, or perhaps even before that, she felt like maybe things were going to be alright.

#kristanna #arranged marriage AU #unbirthday fics 2020 #upthenorthmountain

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magicalgirlelsa · 4 years

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Every time I listen to “Colder by the Minute” I get so emotional about the musical callbacks.

“Born of cold and winter air, the storm inside her grew...”

The openings calls back to “Frozen Heart” -- a song that was replaced by “Vuelie / Let the Sun Shine On” for Broadway, but which everyone who saw the original movie undoubtedly is familiar with. A song that had once provided a prologue and summary now is being used to provide summary, signaling a tone of finality.

While further lines have not been included in “Colder by the Minute,” the description of Elsa’s magic now plays out in front of us -- “beautiful, powerful, dangerous cold; ice has a magic can’t be controlled.” And of course, “beware the frozen heart” is exactly the source of Anna and Kristoff’s panic, and contributing to Elsa’s as well.

“And the storm raged on!”

Originally, Elsa’s line “let the storm rage on” is her embracing her powers, damn the consequences -- not realizing that, all the way on the North Mountain, there would actually be consequences other than her own isolation. Now, this has come back to haunt her, as she has created a storm that she never meant for.

“Because the one thing that can save me now is your love! True love!”

A callback to Anna’s song “True Love” from shortly before this scene. Before, she was mourning having wasted her life looking for love that she would never find. Now, with newfound hope for her survival and the realization that she actually has found true love, she is frantic to get to him.

“Can’t run, can’t stop, can’t breathe, can’t live and I can’t die! Can’t hope to fix this mess yet somehow, still, I have to try! Conceal, don’t feel, don’t FEEL, get back into the cage! I’ve unleashed a monster; I cannot stop the monster!“

Musically, this shares notable similarities with “Let It Go”: “My power flurries through the air into the ground! My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around! And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast: I’m never going back; the past is in the past!” Similar to “And the storm raged on,” this moment highlights Elsa’s despair through the contrast between the original tone of this melody and what we hear in this verse. In “Let It Go,” she is freeing herself of the past. Here, she feels she has no choice but to “get back into the cage.”

It also calls back to the Broadway version of “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?” when Elsa says, “I can’t laugh, I can’t cry, I can’t dream, I can’t live without it bursting out!” Despite how she felt on the North Mountain, she’s now even more afraid of her powers than she was before.

The recurring theme throughout a few of songs (”Hidden Folk,” “Monster,” and here) of seeing herself as a monster is self-explanatory, I think.

“And the wind grew soft. And in her grief, the storm stood still...”

What I want to draw attention to here isn’t the melody of the lyrics themselves, but the instrumental section that comes next. Everything quiets. Anna sees Kristoff -- but then she sees Elsa in trouble. As she runs to Elsa, we hear the melody from earlier: “Because the one thing that can save me now is your love.”

She fully believes that Kristoff is her only chance of survival.

“Ah...”

Interrupting the melody described above, the chorus vocalizes in a similar way to Elsa in “For the First Time in Forever (Reprise)” as she tries to contain everything before finally crying out, “I can’t!”

On stage, the chorus -- perhaps representing the metaphorical weight as she carries the people’s wish for her to survive -- tries to hold Anna back. After all, “the one thing that can save [her] now” is Kristoff’s love, and she is trying to turn away from it.

Yet in Anna’s eyes, she “can’t” do anything but the exact course of action that she is taking. She can’t leave Elsa to be killed, even if it means giving up the only chance of her own survival.

#frozen #frozen broadway #frozen meta #elsa posts

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upthenorthmountain · 4 years

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This is the latest instalment in my Family series of canonverse fics about Anna and Kristoff and their children. Huge big thanks to @karis-the-fangirl for the main idea in this story <3

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When Karl was born, his mother examined him anxiously. The midwife assured her he was the very exemplar of a newborn baby, but still Anna waited and fretted, until he was old enough to prove that he was, in fact, a perfectly normal child. A very handsome, intelligent, wise-beyond-his-years child, of course - but nothing unexpected.

But perhaps it had to be a girl. When Karl gained a little sister nearly three years later, she was watched just as carefully, but despite Adela’s many talents, none of them were out of the ordinary. Any loved and wanted baby may generate a lot of magic, of a kind, for its family, but there was nothing more than that.

“Perhaps it will skip a generation,” Kristoff said. “Or perhaps there can only be one fifth spirit at a time.” Anna had to admit that that made sense.

When Lilly followed, and Anders, not much thought was given to the matter of their normalcy or otherwise. Anna was blissfully content with her four children; with the castle corridors echoing with the sounds of running feet and laughter; with her arms and heart always full.

“I really think I have everything I could possibly want,” she told her husband, on the evening of their fifteenth wedding anniversary.

“Don’t tempt fate,” he said, smiling.

Mathilde was born early the next year.

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(six years later)

“Mother?”

Anna looked up from her desk. The door of her study was rarely closed, and just now it was her younger son, Anders, who was leaning around it to get her attention.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I speak to you for a moment? It’s about Mathilde.”

“Yes, of course, come in. What happened, is she alright?”

“Yes.” Anders came into the room and sat on one of the chairs in front of his mother’s desk. At fourteen he was already the tallest of her children, but also the quietest - Anna knew that he must have a solid reason for interrupting her work, unlike Lilly, for example, who might wander in just to chat. But still waters ran deep.

“Is Mathilde alright?” Anna asked again.

“Yes. But did you know she always knows which way is North?”

“She does? I mean, she has a good sense of direction, I suppose, for a six-year-old.”

“She always knows which way is North.”

“Well, so do a lot of people, Anders,” Anna said. “You just have to look at the mountains -”

“No. I mean. She and Lil were playing a game. If you blindfold Matti, and spin her round, she can always point due North, with the blindfold still on. Or South, or to the docks, or to the sun. I can’t do that. Could you?”

His question and expression were sincere.

“No,” Anna said. “No, I don’t believe I could.”

“I just thought it was odd,” Anders said.

“I suppose it is. Thank you for letting me know.”

Anders nodded and left the room. Anna leant back in her chair. It was a little odd. And now that she thought about it, there had been a few things that were a little odd about Mathilde. She’d always thought that maybe Matti just got more attention, being the baby; maybe she noticed things she wouldn’t have noticed with the others. But they were starting to add up.

Like how when Mathilde was a toddler, and despite the beautiful nursery full of every toy you could imagine, she only wanted to play with rocks. Even as a baby, if put down on a blanket in the garden, she would crawl immediately into a flowerbed or rockery and find stones of every size and shape. She would line them up and build things with them; her pockets were always clinking. But then, Anders usually had a beetle or a mouse in his pockets. So probably it didn’t mean anything. All children were different and had their little quirks.

Or that time when Matti had been - three? Four? And playing in the courtyard with some of the village children, and the game had perhaps got a little rough, and somehow a carved stone decoration on the end of a wall had fallen down (none of the children present seemed able to explain exactly how it had happened, and they certainly found themselves unable to apportion blame). Agnes had been just coming round the corner, and had sworn that the carving had been about to land on Mathilde’s foot, but had ‘jumped, somehow, in the air’ and landed harmlessly on the cobbles. Agnes also swore that the carving had cracked into two, but when Anna had looked at it herself, when she was making sure that it had been fixed properly back in place, it was certainly one piece of carved stone. The lines of the pattern didn’t quite match up, though, and she couldn’t remember if it had always been like that.

“Be more careful,” she heard Agnes tell the children. “Mathilde’s poor little foot might have been crushed.”

“The stone wouldn’t hurt me,” Matti had said. “It’s my friend, that’s why I fixed it.”

But then children always said odd things.

Or a few weeks ago, when Kristoff had taken Matti out for a ride up the mountain a little way, and that evening had told Anna a funny story, all about how Matti had asked what all the men were doing in a particular valley; and he had told her they were mining copper, and Matti had asked why.

“But the thing is, Anna,” he said, “When I tried to explain what copper is and what we need it for, she cut me off short and said that wasn’t what she meant. She wanted to know why they were mining copper there when there was so much more in the valley to the East. She was so certain, and so fixed on it. She wanted to go over there and tell them so they didn’t waste their time. I had to promise her I’d tell you, she wouldn’t leave it alone.”

But then all children got funny ideas in their heads sometimes.

Anna sat forward again and rummaged in the papers on her desk. Here were the reports from the Guild of Miners and Smelters. Running her finger down the page, she found a brief note - the copper ore mine was a less promising vein than initially thought. They were planning to dig deeper, although they were also considering surveying other areas. Perhaps she should send them a note telling them to look in the valley to the East.

Rocks. Stone. Ore. And compasses worked because of rocks as well, didn’t they?

Mathilde liked to be barefoot outside. Around town they could usually persuade her to wear shoes and stockings, and inside she didn’t mind, but in the gardens or on the mountain she would quickly remove any foot coverings and wiggle her bare toes in the earth or mud or gravel. And she could climb a rock face barefoot like a mountain goat. But perhaps they just indulged her too much.

Anna had a sudden mental image of Mathilde as a toddler, one time when they had taken her to see the trolls. She’d wandered a little way away from the others, and Anna had followed her at a short distance, and seen her daughter pull herself up onto a low rock and then just - stand, barefoot and with her baby curls loose around her shoulders, contemplating the mountains. And Anna had felt, for a moment, that heaviness in the air that was usually a prelude to a storm.

Maybe we haven’t been paying enough attention, she thought.

She looked at the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes before lunch, and she wasn’t making much progress here. She stood, pushing the papers back into rough piles, and went out of her study, closing the door behind her; then along the corridors, from the more public area of the castle through to the family wing.

Mathilde didn’t sleep in the nursery any more. All her brothers and sisters were so much older that they all had their own bedrooms. Matti’s was tidier than her nature would suggest, though of course through no effort of her own, with bed neatly made and toys stowed in chests.

There was a low bookshelf by the window and Anna knelt down next to it. There were a few books, but they were tucked in a corner out of the way; most of the shelves had stones on them, from tiny pebbles up to rocks that must have been hard for the little girl to carry; and although they looked piled higgledy-piggledy, when she sat and just looked at the shelves for a minute or two she could see the order. Order in the sizes and shapes and type of rock, in the colours and how they had been placed. And - to one side, she found one she recognised. They’d been in the garden, and Matti had come over to show her - look, Mama, this one looks like a duck! And it had, a little, so she’d made it quack and Matti had laughed.

It looked a lot more like a duck now. How was that possible? It hadn’t been carved, unless the mason had been extremely skilled. But the proportions were better. The beak was noticeably a beak, and there were little round marks for its eyes. The wings had crude feathers. But it was definitely the same stone.

Anna wondered how her mother had felt, the first time Elsa moved her hand and made ice.

“Mama!” Anna was nearly knocked over by her daughter running across the room and hurling herself at her. She wrapped her arms round Mathilde and hugged her, fiercely.

“I was just looking at your duck,” she said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. “It’s very good. How did you do it?”

“Oh, it’s easy,” Matti said. And she showed her.

#kristanna #kristanna family #fanfic #fanfiction #frozen 2 and beyond

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spam-monster · 4 years

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Vague post-Frozen 2 Helsa concept/lore/ideas/thingy

Atahalan, the “ice river” that holds memories of the past, has a counterpart in the Southern Isles; a magma cave that reflects visions of possible futures. There were also once nature spirits connected to it, but they mysteriously disappeared along with the local trolls.

The reason for this, long faded into legend, is that a Southern Isles prince, the youngest of 7, was born with the power to control magma. He was regarded with fear and awe by those around him, and got it into his head that he should inherit the throne. The trolls took him to the magic cave to try and encourage him to take his place as guardian of the spirits, but he saw possible future visions of himself becoming king and ended up going mad with power; capturing all the elemental spirits and draining their essence, betraying and trying to capture the trolls as well, and almost burning his entire kingdom to the ground. He was eventually tricked into going to deep into the cave with the promise that there was a portal to another place of power with more spirits to capture - but when he reached the portal Atahalan sensed his evil intentions and sealed him inside the cave, forever trapped surrounded by vision of all the possible futures that could have been. The trolls then sealed the entrance to the cave and covered it in fog so that no one could find it again and wake the prince up.

But then years later, a few months after Frozen 2, Atahalan tasks Elsa with finding this place, freeing all the spirits and “cleansing” its counterpart of evil.

Of course, the problem now is that I have too many ideas of how the plot could go after that that I have no idea how to make a proper fanfic out of it...

(more plot bunnies and lore under the break)

- Magma prince learns Atahalan also has an “avatar” and becomes obsessed with her, declaring that she is “destined” to be with him and save him from his prison.

- Elsa sneaks off to the Southern Isles against her sister’s wishes, disguises herself as an envoy of the queen, since she’s from Arendelle Hans’ brothers make him help her and he ends up escorting her through the Isles to find the cave.

- Elsa travels to the magma cave, but the tainted magic somehow affects her and makes her slowly lose her memories the closer she gets. She breaks down because she knows there’s someone and somewhere important she has to protect, but she can’t remember them. Hans eventually figures out she’s really Elsa and then has to choose between helping her remember everything (including that he tried to kill her and take over her kingdom), or letting her stay with the crazy magma prince in exchange for power.

- Hans has a crazy uncle (his father’s younger brother) who is a self-proclaimed “wizard” who lives in the mountains and researches magic/the elements and searches for the trolls, so he can use the power to overthrow his brother and rule the kingdom. The rest of the family makes Hans be his errand boy because they don’t want to deal with him, but then the crazy uncle finds the cave and teams up with the evil magma prince.

- Elsa listening to Atahalan leads her too deep and near the border to the other side; when Kristoff and Anna go after her Kristoff ends up getting hit with the magma power and is injured. Anna is furious with Elsa and runs off to the Isles by herself, where the freed magma prince tricks her into thinking Hans did it somehow so he can get Anna to lure Elsa to him.

- Hans has connection to Atahalan; he found and grabbed a piece of the shattered sword he tried to kill Elsa with and has been holding on to it ever since as a reminder, it’s imbued with Elsa/Atahalan’s ice magic and the magic of true love (because Anna’s sacrifice). It guides him to the portal to Atahalan, attracts the elementals, and “hums” when Atahalan’s song is sung. (Possibly used to snap Elsa out of despair/restore her memories by showing her the scene of Anna saving her from Hans)

- Hans is somehow able to get into the cave and get near the portal/border to Atahalan when magma prince can’t, so he tasks Hans with being his “voice” to woo the spirit of Atahalan and convince her to free him and become his queen. (Of course, Hans ends up falling for the mysterious woman on the other side.)

- Hans tells disguised Elsa (mysterious envoy/avatar of Atahalan) about how he used to make up stories as a child of a magical fairy queen who would come to their kingdom and test all the princes; only Hans would be brave and clever enough to pass her tests (because it’s always the youngest sibling who wins in fairytales) and they would fall in love and she’d take him away to her magical palace in a faraway land where he’d be surrounded by people who liked him and he’d never have to deal with his family ever again.

- The evil prince escapes and starts trying to take over the Isles again, trapping Hans’ father and his two eldest brothers in magma and seriously injuring Lars (third brother, only one Hans kind of gets along with, read novel “A Frozen Heart”), Hans has to placate prince and convince him not to hurt anyone else in his family while trying to find a way to save Lars. (endgame here is that after everything Lars becomes the new king and starts making the Southern Isles a nicer place to live in, and encourages the next generation to not be cruel to their own siblings so that no one else ends up like Hans)

- Alternatively, Hans father, uncle and 2 eldest brothers are granted powers by magma prince so they can “help” him take over Atahalan and other places of power, but they end up becoming his thralls. (Possibly other siblings gets powers as well/control over an elemental, but Hans and Lars convince them to give them up before magma prince can corrupt them)

- Not entirety sure how or why this would happen, but badass elemental fight between magma prince and Elsa (in Arendelle/the North Woods/Atahalan?), magma prince forcibly controls elementals while Elsa guides them but it’s too much for her to handle alone - some kind of magical Atahalan stuff happens that grants others the ability/connection to speak to elements and help her - Elsa gets water, Anna gets wind, Kristoff gets earth, Hans gets fire; everyone gets cool outfit transformations as well. (afterwards whoops Hans has Arendelle’s fire element guess he has to stay in Arendelle now) (look I just want Hans in a badass magical sparkly magenta suit okay)

- (There was a post about possible original plot for Frozen 2 with Hans and his sister named Hannah; so Hannah exists and goes to Arendelle for some reason and she and Honeymaren end up together because Honeymaren deserves a cute girlfriend too dangnabbit.) (And her brother is like “you can’t keep inviting every cute girl you see to come live in the forest with us!”)

ALSO: magic lore stuff

- Counterparts: ice = air + water, magma = fire + earth

- spirits are the same 4 elements but represented by warm colors instead of cool ones: fire = red, earth = orange, yellow = wind, green = water

- Southern Isle trolls are made of jagged black rock as opposed to their round and cuddly Arendelle counterparts. They’re not evil, just more standoffish and distrusting of humans, especially the royal family. Quietly loyal to family and loved ones instead of noisy affection.

#frozen #frozen 2 #frozen 2 theories #helsa #hans #hans westergaard #prince hans of the southern isles #elsa #iceburns #the southern isles

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im-fairly-whitty · 5 years

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Ablaze: A Frozen Alternate History AU

Fifteen years ago Elsa disappeared up the mountain when she lost control of her ice powers at her coronation and was never seen again, leaving Queen Anna and her husband the Prince Regent Hans to rule Arendelle as it descended into a cursed eternal winter. A year later Arendelle’s new prince was born, a boy cursed with the power of fire instead of ice. Now fourteen-year-old Prince Taavi has begun to hear a voice singing to him far in the distance that no one else can hear, beckoning him toward the secrets of his family’s past and the secrets of his own magic.

[Chapter 1 - Water]

Chapter 2 - Ice

As much as Taavi complained about being trapped in the castle he was no stranger to the outside world. Even when he’d had trouble controlling his fire, his parents had always insisted it was more important for him to go out and learn to secretly control it than to live behind a locked door.

This had led to more close calls than Taavi could remember, but it meant he’d traveled across Arendelle his whole childhood to see the towns and meet the people he would one day be responsible for, even visiting his many uncles down in the Southern Isles once or twice. Taavi had seen snowy countryside and secluded woods, icy villages and bustling cities.

But none of his past journeys could have prepared him for this, to be clinging to to back of a nøkk in the dead of night, desperately struggling not to slip as it carried him at a breathless speed along the only running river in Arendelle, straight up the forbidden mountain that had always loomed high over his own home.

He’d been in forests before, but somehow the dark frost-blasted pines and skeletal dead birches that reached their branches across the river above felt as if they were watching him. Taavi couldn’t know exactly why, but something deep inside could tell something was wrong with this forest, and it wasn’t just the tales he’d grown up hearing of all the dark magic that roamed these woods looking for victims foolish enough to cross into the shadows.

“Vand, hold on,” Taavi called, his fingers aching from his death grip on the water horse’s mane. “I’m going to fall off, slow down.”

Vand slowed, pranced to a stop. His hooves glancing off the liquid surface of the river as he looked back at Taavi quizzically.

“Sorry, I just need a break, I’m not used to going this fast.” Taavi said, swinging his leg over Vand’s back to dismount. “Just let me walk a minute.”

He didn’t remember until an instant too late that Vand was standing on the surface of a snowmelt river. The cold of the water felt like a physical blow as Taavi fell under the surface, submerged in a blindingly frigid instant. His entire body locked up, the heat inside him snuffing out in shock.

Something clamped around his wrist and Taavi felt himself yanked up. He gasped as his head burst to the surface, the cold of the air made worse by the cold of the water. He looked up to see Vand had caught hold of his wrist, the water horse dragging him to the snowy riverbank in a few watery strides.

Had Taavi ever been this cold in his life? He numbly searched for the flame inside him, finding only a small ember. It had never felt this small. Is this how normal people felt?

Taavi coughed as he struggled to move, his muscles stiff and useless feeling after only seconds under the water.

“Call your fire.” Vand commanded, now crouching beside him in human form. “You’re going to freeze if you don’t.”

“Y-y-you said y-you’d stay in sh-shallow w-water.” Taavi said through chattering teeth, trying to focus hard enough to summon any warmth he could, chasing the barest flicker of heat in his chest as he shivered violently.

“Well next time don’t throw yourself off when we’re still in the middle of the river. Humans drown so easily, you should know better.” Vand said, sounding altogether too casual considering the situation.

Vand looked up and around them, then pointed through the trees. “It’s just as well we stopped though. This as far as I can take you by river, it gets too steep further up and I won’t be able to carry you. Beyond those trees you’ll see a path. Walk it and it will lead you to the palace of ice, when you reach the front gate go left until you see a pool of water and I’ll see you there.”

“A-a what?” Taavi chattered, rubbing his arms. He was sure if he took off his wet gloves his skin would be turning blue, but Vand didn’t seem to be very concerned.

“A pool of water.”

“No, th-the ice palace.”

“Yes, you’ll know it when you see it I imagine.” Vand said. “Whatever you do don’t knock on the door, I have to be the one to bring you in the back way. And be sure not to-”

“Hey! You get away from him!”

Taavi jumped as a booming voice cut through the night air. Vand disappeared in front of him, vanishing back into the water in an instant. Taavi turned toward the rough sound of snow crunching underfoot and saw a dark hulking figure looming toward him. Some half delusional, too-cold-to-think-straight part of him nearly threw himself into the river after Vand to escape the approaching figure.

“Are you friend or fae?” The figure demanded, hoisting the greenish yellow light of a lantern between them. They were cloaked in layers of thick woolen clothing and frost, two eyes peering at him suspiciously from between a scarf and a hat.

“S-s-sorry?” Taavi asked, trying to stand and failing miserably, his legs seizing up weakly and tumbling him into the snow.

“Oh great, you are human aren’t you?” The figure said, yanking down his frosted over scarf to reveal the face of a very concerned looking man.

He yanked off one of his thick leather mittens and looked over his shoulder, giving a sharp whistle with two fingers. A moment later a saddled reindeer came bounding into view through the snow, pulling up beside the man who started unbuckling pack straps.

“Yes he’s human, Sven.” The man said, presumably to the reindeer, as he rifled through a pack. “And he’s about to freeze to death, looks like the nøkk dragged him up here.”

The man shook out a thick blanket and wrapped it around Taavi, hefting him into his arms and quickly carrying him away from the dark rushing water of the river.

“W-wait, I have to talk to him.” Taavi said, trying to turn to look back. It almost felt like the blanket was charmed, its amazing warmth wrapped around him was already eating away the numbness in his bones, chasing away his violent shivering as he started to feel the edges of the familiar heat inside him starting the wake up again.

“Not a chance.” The man said firmly, trekking across the snow and into the trees. “I don’t know what that water spirit told you to drag you all the way up this mountain, but it wasn’t the truth. You can’t trust anything up here, we’re getting you warm again and then we’re getting you home. What village are you from?”

“Wait, stop. You can put me down, I’m supposed to be here.” Taavi said, struggling against the blanket as they got further away from the path Vand had pointed out to him.

His struggling made the heat inside him flicker, finally high enough that he could grab at it. A delicious heat swept through his body, eating away every bit of cold in him, making him feel alive again, his mind clearing.

The man set him down, eyeing him warily as Taavi pulled the now stifling blanket off from around his shoulders. He flexed his fingers inside his wet silk gloves and carefully pushed the heat up just a bit more, enough the dry his wet clothes, the air steaming around him as the cloth returned to its normal dry warmth. The snow at his feet melted down around him.

“Alright now that I haven’t seen before.” The man said warily, pulling out a necklace of glowing yellow crystals from under his scarf, holding onto them like they could protect him. The reindeer at his side watched Taavi with its ears pinned back in suspicion.

“I’m human, I promise,” Taavi said quickly, tugging his gloves back into place and running a hand through his river-mussed hair. “And thank you very much for your help, I accidentally fell in the river but I’m better now that I’m warm again. Vand was taking me to...see someone, I’m alright, I can keep going now.”

“Well from where I was standing it looked an awful lot like you were being drowned by a nøkk,” The man said flatly. “First question, what magic are you using, second question who was he “taking you to see”? I’m the only person on this mountain. Well, other than the idiots I have to turn back for their own protection.” He looked pointedly at Taavi.

Taavi swallowed. Talking about his abilities with two complete strangers in one night really shouldn’t have been the strangest feeling event of the evening, but it still felt unsettling after a lifetime of carefully hiding and controlling it.

“My name is Prince Taavi of Arendelle, and I was born cursed with the ability to make fire.” Taavi said, standing up straight. “I don’t know why, but the water horse says he can show me. I have to go to a palace of ice to get my answers, do you know where that is?”

“Fire huh?” The man said, rubbing his chin. “Well I’m Kristoff of the trolls, and I carry enough of their magic to know that you being up here at all is bad news. There’s a reason that Sven and I stuck around after everyone else died or left, there’s dark magic on this mountain and it’ll kill anyone who’s dumb enough to try getting near it.”

Kristoff shrugged, “I mean you’ve gotten way closer than most, I’ll give you that, but we’re taking you back home. Now. If you really are the prince then we certainly don’t need you ending up like the last queen. Sven and I have enough to deal with up here without a fire wraith.”

“You know about my aunt?” Taavi asked eagerly.

“That’s really your big takeaway from everything I just said?” Kristoff said flatly.

“Please, that’s why I’m here, no one in the palace ever talks about her,” Taavi said, “Vand said he could take me to see her.”

“Well if he told you that then he’s definitely trying to get you killed.” Kristoff said, shooting a dark look back toward the river. “He’s fae, I can guarantee he’s got his own agenda he hasn’t told you about, his kind don’t give favors for free kid.”

“But he’s my only chance at learning to control my magic!” Taavi pleaded, “Please tell me what you know about my aunt?”

Kristoff growled, dragging a hand down his face and looking at Taavi through his fingers. “Fine. But afterward you’re going straight home.”

“I make no such promise.” Taavi said, folding his arms.

Kristoff muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like spoiled royal.

“All I know is that Queen Elsa was born cursed with ice powers.” Kristoff said with a sigh. “As far as we can tell she finally lost control at her coronation and ran up here where she built her ice fortress and turned into some kind of evil ice wraith. She’s the real reason we haven’t had a summer in fifteen years you know, your family tries to keep it hushed up but it has nothing to do with the trolls like everyone says.”

Born cursed. Just like him. Taavi been right then, his suspicions when he’d found the trunk of blue gloves hadn’t been crazy after all. Aunt Elsa had been like him, but with ice instead of fire. Was she always cold the way he was always hot? Did she hate summers the way he hated winter?

Maybe she really could help him then after all, she might even know why their family had these powers in the first place.

“How do you know?” Taavi asked, looking up at Kristoff eagerly, “Who told you?”

“I only know because your grandparents asked the trolls for help ages ago,” Kristoff said. “Back when Queen Elsa was young and having trouble controlling herself I guess.”

“Wait, as in you know actual trolls?” Taavi asked, looking up. Father’s bedtime stories about trolls had never ended well, all tales of kidnapped children, stolen memories, and deals gone wrong.

“You got something against trolls?” Kristoff asked, folding his arms. “I was raised by them, they’re my family. They all moved away when the winter curse hit, but their magic is how Sven and I survive. How we were able to save you from being drowned by a nøkk I might add.”

Kristoff was a changeling? That meant he had been kidnapped from his real parents as a child. Did he even remember that?

“He wasn’t trying to drown me, I dismounted before he was ready and I can’t swim.” Taavi said primly, folding his own arms back at Kristoff. “And now as Prince of Arendelle, I command you to take me to the ice palace. Fortress. Whatever it is. Please.”

Kristoff looked at him with a distinctly unimpressed expression. “Sorry your highness but you’re going straight back home.” He said flatly.

“Fine, I’ll go myself then.” Taavi decided, turning around and starting to pick his way back toward the river. It was slow going, his warm boots sinking down in snow that came all the way to his hips with every step.

“No you’re not.” Kristoff said, walking over on his snowshoes and hefting Taavi up out of the snow by his collar. “My job is to keep people away from that fortress and that’s what I’m going to do. Besides, I’m pretty sure it’s treason or something if I let a prince go to his death.”

“Let me go!” Taavi said, reaching back clumsily to whack at Kristoff, the heat inside him spiking in frustration.

There was a yelp and Taavi dropped face first into the snow. When he wiped the snow from his eyes and looked back he saw Kristoff shaking his bare hand like he’d been burned.

“Geez you weren’t kidding about that fire magic.” Kristoff said, hissing a little with pain.

“I’m sorry!” Taavi cried, jumping up. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to burn you, sometimes I can’t control it and-”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Kristoff huffed, bending down to stick his hand in the snow. “Believe me, I’ve been burned worse before on my own campfires. But I guess this means I can’t drag you down the mountain if you don’t want to go, huh?”

Taavi bit his lip, folding his arms tightly against the heat inside him as he shook his head. “I have to go, I have to find my answers.”

Kristoff pulled his hand out of the snow, checking it before wiping it dry on his pants and carefully pulling his leather mitten back on. He looked Taavi over.

“Well...” Kristoff said reluctantly. “I really don’t want you to end up an icicle kid, I’ve seen it happen too many times, it’s not pretty. But if I can’t convince you otherwise I guess that’s that.” He pulled his thick woolen cap off, scratching at his blonde hair and then pulling it back on. “Although if you can ramp up that fire magic of yours I guess there might—and that’s a real slim might—be a shred of a one in a million chance of you surviving...”

“Vand says he’s waiting for me left of the front gate.” Taavi said, “I think he knows my aunt, he can make sure nothing happens to me. And I’ll keep myself warm I promise.”

Kristoff stared at him for a long minute, then let out a long growling sigh. He turned to Sven’s saddlebags, fishing something small out of one and handing it to Taavi. A small wooden whistle.

“Sven and I can't risk getting much closer to the fortress, even with our troll magic.” Kristoff said, handing Taavi the whistle. “But we can take you to the edge of the forest where you’ll be able to see it. When you come to your senses blow the whistle and we’ll do our best to come grab you, if we can get to you while you’re still alive, without us dying, we’ll take you straight home.”

Taavi bi the inside of his cheek as he took the little whistle. “Thanks.” He said, pocketing it.

“Alright then, let’s take you to your death.” Kristoff said humorlessly as he strapped Sven’s saddlebags closed. “This way kid, keep that heat of yours going, you’re going to need it.”

Kristoff and Sven started off across the snow and Taavi hurried to keep up, carefully increasing his internal heat and holding it steady. It was hotter than he’d ever purposefully held it, but the farther they trudged through the dark trees the more he needed it, the temperature seeming to drop a little more with each step.

His legs were getting tired of pushing through the melting snow, carving a deep path behind him, but the heat inside him only seemed to eagerly grow, happily responding to his call as if pouring from a limitless reservoir he was finally tapping into for the first time.

By the time Kristoff finally pulled them to a stop at the edge of the trees Taavi was grinning in excitement at how much heat he was putting out. He could actually smell the heated scent of his clothing, a near singed smell, but the cold of air meant he was still only melting the snow directly around him. How cold was it up here?

“Alright, there it is.” Kristoff said grimly, gesturing out beyond the trees.

Taavi pushed ahead a little more to see, his heat spiking a bit when he finally saw it.

Vand has said it was an ice palace, Kristoff had described it as an ice fortress. Taavi would have said it was an ice lair. The massive building was easily several times bigger than the Arendelle castle, settled up against the maintain peak as if it had grown there.

There were sleek purple blue lines and delicate spires of ice to it, as if it had once been a thing of beauty, but it looked as if years had changed and warped its original design. Darker, sharper ice had expanded the fortress, breaking its symmetry. A sea of spikes defensively overgrew the grounds around it like a forest of thorns.

Taavi stared at it mouth open. One person had made all that? Despite its foreboding aura he couldn’t help wondering if he had that kind of power in him too if Aunt Elsa had been able to create something like that all on her own.

He felt the flame inside him leap at the thought. Let’s try. It seemed to say. Let me out, let’s see what we can do.

“So, ready to go home?” Kristoff said, jolting Taavi out of his reverie.

“Not yet.” Taavi said, trying and failing to keep his smile off his face. He knew this was hardly the time for it, but he couldn’t help the primal kind of excitement building in him. It felt like the flame he was always trying to hold back was waking up for the first time. “I’m going in to meet Vand.” Taavi said, holding up the whistle. He didn’t quite notice the way his fingerprints darkened the wood slightly where he touched it. “I’ll call you if I need to.”

Kristoff and Sven exchanged a look that Taavi couldn’t quite read, but he guessed the two of them certainly weren’t reassured by his smile.

“It was nice knowing you kid.” Kristoff said, taking a large step back. “If you become the next curse on this mountain just remember we helped you out and don’t burn us alive, alright?”

Taavi got the feeling that Kristoff wasn’t joking at all.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” Taavi said. He gave a little bow, “And thank you again for your help, I really do appreciate it, my parents can reward you when we get back to the castle.”

Kristoff gave him a good natured thumbs up as Taavi started forging ahead, but he could tell the man didn’t believe for a second that he was ever going to see any reward at all.

Taavi bit his lip, focusing on the path ahead. Well, he was just going to have to show Kristoff then. He was going to get in, get his answers, and get out safely. The reindeer man didn’t know what he was talking about.

Taavi stepped forward out of the darkness of the trees, his footsteps melting through the snow as he walked, then the snow gave way to thick crusts of ice that resisted his heat. The ice started to get prickly underfoot, making his path an unsteady one, and soon he was carefully ducking through and around huge tangled spikes of dark ice that choked the path entirely.

It took some doing, but Taavi finally reached a slim stairway that spanned a dizzyingly steep abyss between him and the fortress. Or at least it looked like it used to be a slim stairway, the first half was smashed off as if something huge had crashed through it long ago. A jagged mess of ice and snowdrifts had eaten down what little proper stairway there was left, spanning the chasm in a much wider but more dangerous looking bridge.

Taavi wanted badly to look down over the edge of the makeshift bridge, but knew for a fact that if he did that his chances of being permanently rooted to the spot in fear were about a hundred percent.

He swallowed hard as he eyed the precarious pathway, following it up to where he could see the ice fortress looming above him, a front entrance watching him from above.

He absently fiddled with the wooden whistle in his pocket as he bit the inside of his cheek. The excitement he’d felt a minute ago was waning fast, and he could feel the heat inside him turning to one fueled by fear now instead of determination, flaring a bit with each beat of his heart.

But Vand wouldn’t have told him to go to the front door if it hadn’t been safe right? He’d said there would be answers for Taavi in the castle, things that could help him finally control his fire curse. He just had to control it until he got to the other side of the bridge. Melting the bridge while he was on it would only have one very deadly ending.

Taavi took a deep breath, then another and another, chasing the scared heat inside him as far down as he could manage. Control, don’t be controlled. He could do this, he could keep control for the minutes it would take to get across.

He looked to his right and found a long thin ice spike, he grabbed it and yanked, cracking it off at the base. Still breathing deeply he used the ice spike to hit the foot of the bridge. It clattered against the solid ice underneath a layer of snow.

Okay. Okay okay okay.

Taavi focused on the cold of the ice in his hands, wishing he could fold his arms to chase back his heat as he took a step into the bridge, keeping to the very middle of it, as far away from the railingless edges as possible.

Take a deep breath to tamp down his heat, tap for solid ground with the ice spike, take a step forward. Deep breath, tap, step. Breath, tap, step.

Taavi inched forward up the steep bridge, humming nervously to himself as he made sure to plant each foot securely before putting his weight on it. Slipping was not an option.

Breath, tap, step. Breath, tap, step.

After a minute of slow going he chanced a glance up and back. He was about halfway to the proper stairs now, he’d have something to hold onto then. If he could just-

A gust of icy mountain wind came whipping around the peak, hitting Taavi from the side just as he took another step. His foot slipped and he slid against a patch of ice, dropping him to his knees. His hum turned to a panicked whine as his fingers dug into the snow, his panic only spiking further as his heat flared and his gloved fingers started melting into the ice beneath the snow.

The ice that was the only thing between him and the gaping abyss below him.

No no no.

Taavi stumbled to his feet, then slipped again, his adrenaline now surging along with and because of the flaring heat flowing off him. He couldn’t breathe as the ice and snow around and under him became even more slick with ice melt.

He had to get across now.

Taavi lunged forward and up the bridge, staying low as he scrambled up the failing bridge, his own powers flaring stronger in fear with every step. He reached the proper bridge part and grabbed at the railing, only for his hand to melt right through it, throwing him even more badly off balance, making him even hotter as all control he’d thought he’d had evaporated as quickly as the snow underfoot.

He could smell singed cloth as he madly propelled himself up the last of the steps, his foot actually catching on the last one as it melted straight through the thin ice, slamming him forward onto his face.

But onto the cliff, not the stairs. As the snow and ice melted around him Taavi nearly cried in relief to see sturdy and unmeltable rock revealed underneath him.

He yanked his foot up onto solid ground after him and looked back at the bridge, panting in heady relief. The bridge stared back at him silently, as foreboding as ever. The patches he’d melted had already refrozen in the frigid mountain air, into dripping icicles off the side or through the small foot and hand shaped divots that had melted through the thinner parts.

A normal person could probably still cross it easily, but in that moment Taavi had to pretend very hard to himself that he wasn’t going to have to cross it again to get back home.

Once his breath started to feel less painful he wrestled back what heat he could back under control. Taavi shakily got to his feet, folding his arms tightly and looking up at the fortress walls soaring high above him. The entire building emanated an eerie pink glow from deep within its dark ice, as if lit by some malevolent force within.

Taavi looked back over the chasm, suddenly wishing very much that Kristoff had come with him. Or that maybe Kristoff had been more convincing when he’d told him to go home...

But no. Taavi had made it this far, he couldn’t turn back now.

Vand had said to look to the left, that there would be a pool of water. Taavi took a deep breath, sticking as close to the ragged walls of the ice palace as he could as he picked his way through the snow and ice, heading away from the front doors. Now he was grateful again that his steps melted through the snow, giving him more solid footholds that wouldn't send him slipping over the cliff edge to his left that he was not going to look at.

His pace quickened as he heard the gurgling trickle of running water, and he felt relief wash through him as he turned a final corner to see a familiar willowy figure come into view.

“Vand!” Taavi called out, hurrying to him.

“There you are prince,” Vand said with a smile, waving him over. The water spirit was standing in a canal of water that was somehow liquid despite the canal itself being made entirely of polished ice. “I was starting to wonder if you’d fallen off a cliff after all.” Vand said cheerfully, “Here, follow me and keep quiet.” He waved Taavi over, taking his hand and helping him into the canal with him, “Keep that heat up this time, I imagine this water isn’t much warmer than the river.”

It might have been the way the freezing water came up to Taavi’s chest, or the fact that he’d just been talking to a real human with Kristoff just now, but for the first time Vand’s distinctly inhuman lack of real concern registered with Taavi. Was he even going to ask about Kristoff?

It wasn’t exactly that the nøkk was unkind, but just that he was...distant... Where Kristoff had been willing to get burned to keep him safe, the water horse only seemed concerned with coaxing him further up the mountain, further into the ice fortress, further towards the admittedly vague reward he’d promised Taavi. Whether or not that happened to involve risking drowning or falling off cliffs.

He’s fae, I can guarantee he’s got his own agenda he hasn’t told you about, his kind don’t give favors for free kid.

“Hang on,” Taavi said, pulling his arm back from Vand as the water spirit started to lead him through the tunnel in the ice fortresses’ wall. “What exactly are we going to find in there?”

“You’ll see.” Vand said, not even looking back as he continued to walk along the surface of the water.

“Vand, stop.” Taavi said, standing as firmly as he could in lightly flowing water, digging his fingers into the ice edge of the canal. “The man I met back there said that Elsa is dangerous now, that she’s killed people. If I’m about to go into her ice fortress I need to know what to expect. You promised me answers, but I can’t get them if I’m dead.”

Vand looked back to Taavi, tilting his head. He walked back over and crouched down beside Taavi. “Well of course she’s dangerous,” he said simply, his pale eyes shining in the moonlight. “Everything truly beautiful in this world is dangerous.”

“That is not what I mean,” Taavi said, adjusting his grip on the side as his nervous heat began to melt through his hand hold. “I mean what is she, and is she going to kill me if I go in?”

“She is trapped and she is scared.” Vand said quietly, and for the first time Taavi could see real emotion on his face. Sadness maybe? “I won’t let you come to harm, but we will have to be very careful. We are going to sneak in quietly and then I will go to prepare her to meet you. She hasn’t seen anyone but me in a very long time, but I think you are the only person in the world who will be able to reach her.”

“What do you mean reach her?” Taavi asked, somehow feeling both more and less confident at Vand’s answers. It was becoming clear that Vand did have another reason for bringing him up here, just as Kristoff had said. “Is she a ghost? A monster? Is she dead or not?”

“Monsters are only what humans call things they both fear and cannot control.” Vand said, looking at Taavi hard, “Isn’t that why you keep your powers secret? Because you fear what other humans will call you if they found out? Because you’re afraid they would know the answer to the question you’re afraid of answering yourself?”

“Stop talking in riddles.” Taavi demanded, dodging the question, “Vand, I need to know if I can trust you or not.”

“You can trust me.” Vand said, “Any other human? Perhaps not, but you’re cut from the same cloth as Elsa and I. Your magic sets you apart, but it sets you among us as well. Elsa is more spirit than human now, but it is the human part of her that is caught and tangled, trapping her here. My hope is that you can help her untangle it and then she will be able to assist you back. The complexities of human emotion are...not within my realm of expertise, which is why I need your help.”

Well at least half a cryptic answer was better than no answer.

“You know if you’d been this vague and mystical sounding back at the castle I wouldn’t have come with you.” Taavi huffed.

Vand laughed, a musical flowing sound that somehow made him feel a little less annoyed.

“Yes you would have.” Vand said with a grin, “You’re too much like your mother and father to stay away from what you want. And besides, your magic pulls you toward the truth. Which is perhaps the most dangerous thing of all.” Vand took Taavi’s hand and stood, pulling him up to stand on the surface of the water with him, the water feeling solid under his feet. “Now, stay close to me and keep quiet, keep your heat as high as you can and on the ready.” He paused, looking at Taavi. “Does that sound alright?”

It didn’t, it still sounded like something Taavi wanted to ask a million more questions about to get specific details. But Vand was right about one thing, Taavi was in the realm of magic now. Taavi had known at least that much when he’d agreed to come, and anyone who had ever heard a fairy tale in their lives knew that when it came to magic you were never going to be shown all the answers at once.

Taavi wasn’t going to be able to have complete control of the situation and he was going to have to accept that at least a little for now.

“Let’s go.” Taavi said, nodding. “Just...warn me if I’m about to do something stupid again, like at the river.”

Vand chuckled, then started down the tunnel, Taavi in tow, “I’ll do my best.”

Taavi tried to return the smile but only managed to bite his lip hard enough to make it bleed as he followed Vand deeper into the fortress.

———–

Next chapter soon, be sure to follow to get it as soon as it posts. As always, my ask box is open to worldbuilding/story questions, comments, and general exclamations. :)

#frozen #frozen 2 #ablaze au #elsa #kristoff #sven #my ocs #vand #taavi #in the tradition of MC kids this MC kid has no idea what he's getting himself into

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ahtohallan-calling · 5 years

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nothing in their hands (t, one-shot, angst, post frozen 2 | elsa-centric, elsamaren & kristanna | cw: major character death, pregnancy)

When it first happened, Elsa didn't understand what it meant to learn she was the fifth spirit. Now she knows it means watching the world move on around her while she stays frozen in time.

aka the angstiest possible take on the end of the movie

She starts to wonder one morning when Honeymaren is braiding her hair for her, humming to herself as her nimble fingers work their way through the silky white strands.

“You’re lucky, Elsa,” the woman whispers, pressing a kiss just below her ear that sends goosebumps racing across her shoulders. “I don’t think your hair has grown at all since you came here. I get so annoyed having to keep mine trimmed.”

“I’m sure you’re imagining it,” she replies, though something deep within her suddenly tenses, pulled tight as a bowstring.

Later, when she’s alone, she stands over a pond and gazes at her reflection. Her hair, as always, falls just below her ribcage, just as it has for the past year without having been touched.

---

“You’ll be here when it happens, right?”

A pang of guilt strikes her; her little sister has always looked up to her, depended on her, but recently she’s been neglecting her familial duties. The forest needs me, she writes on scraps of paper that are quickly swirled away, or it’s just a busy time or I think maybe next week I can.

In truth, she finds it hard to walk upright under the weight of all the stares that come her way each time she visits the city. The people still know her, still revere her, but the fear in their eyes is always palpable, and it cuts at her as it did the first time her powers were revealed.

She rests her hand on her sister’s rounded belly. “Of course, Anna. I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

When her nephew arrives all in a rush of sweat and tears, she cradles him, long after his parents have fallen into an exhausted sleep. He looks up at her, blue eyes wide.

“What do you see, my darling?” she whispers, but all he does is watch, keeping a silent vigil in her arms.

---

“What happened when you were in Ahtohallan?”

“I saw the memories floating, the ones made of ice, and I followed.”

“How far?”

“To the bottom.”

Pabbie sucks in a breath. “And then…”

“I froze.”

“And you came back only when the dam fell.”

She nods.

He takes her hand in his, gently. “I don’t think all of you came back.”

It’s hard to breathe, suddenly, but does she even need to any more?

“What would have happened if I hadn’t gone to the bottom?”

“We cannot know. All we can do is move forward.”

She wishes she could.

---

She lies beside Honeymaren at night, admiring the way her eyelashes brush against the curve of her cheekbone, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, wondering what her lover dreams of.

She doesn’t need to sleep any more; she realized that a few months ago. Food, too, serves no purpose, but she eats all the same, not wanting to draw even more attention to herself.

She still hasn’t told her the truth. Perhaps it’s better if she slips away in the night, goes too deep into the forest to be followed. In the end, it would be easier for them both.

Honeymaren stirs in her sleep, rolling over and mumbling something. She leans forward, and hears the mumbled word again: “Elsa.”

Perhaps tomorrow night, then.

---

The second time around, things don’t go as smoothly. She paces in the hallway, clenching and unclenching her fists as frost paints the walls, wishing she were the spirit of something useful. What good is ice, she thinks, furious with herself, when your sister lays dying in the next room?

Anna pulls through; so do the twins, but they will be her last. Elsa holds her as she mourns the loss of a future that had been so dearly longed for, shoulders shaking with sobs.

She wishes for the first time that it was Anna who had been granted this unending, unchanging life; for her it would have been a blessing, not a curse. Anna would know what to do with oceans of time, would use it all to the last drop.

Kristoff comes in just after Anna has fallen asleep, aching to hold his wife himself. Elsa leaves them alone, pressing a kiss to her sister’s temple as she goes. She knows she will not return.

---

There are creases at the corners of Honeymaren’s eyes, and Elsa finds them enchanting, taking every opportunity to kiss them, despite repeated protests.

Others in the tribe tell her they envy her, that they want to know her secret for staying so young and beautiful. She laughs off their comments, telling them it’s just all the fresh air of the mountain.

She realizes one night that Honeymaren has never asked such a thing. As they sit together on a fallen log, Elsa entwines their hands. “How long have you known?”

“Since you came back. You were-- different. I felt it in my heart, even then. Nobody comes back from Ahtohallan, not until you.”

---

She’s patrolling the woods one evening when she hears a gasp. Spinning on her heel, she turns to see a figure wrapped in a deep purple cloak, hair twined up in a bun. There are gray strands at her temples.

“Is it really you?”

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

Anna doesn’t care. She lurches forward, eyes already filling with tears, and Elsa catches her in a tight embrace. “I-- I don’t understand this, any of it,” the younger woman whispers, voice trembling. “But I’m still your sister. You could have told me.”

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You have never been a burden.”

---

She never does return to the city, but Anna begins making the trek into the mountains each month, more if she’s able. Sometimes she brings the children in tow, and they scramble around the forest whooping with such joy that even Elsa can’t help but laugh.

Kristoff always accompanies her, and Elsa is glad to know that she left her sister in such gentle hands. There is an understanding between them, one born of being granted power that was entirely unexpected and not always wanted. But unlike her, he is making use of it; he is a good king, well-loved by his family and his people.

Elsa wishes she could say the same for herself. She spends her days making icicles. What good has that ever done anybody?

---

Honeymaren is the first to leave her. Elsa has been able to feel the end hovering on the horizon like a fog slowly rolling in. It’s peaceful, easy; one minute she is breathing deeply in her sleep, the next, she isn’t.

She kisses her cooling brow and weeps for the first time in years.

---

She gets the letter too late and doesn’t make it to Arendelle on time to say goodbye.

She’s learned to travel like the wind, though, and hides herself amongst the crowds to watch the procession, led by her nephew, standing tall as he guides the black-draped caskets to their final resting place.

She almost envies them, the way their hearts had been so closely intertwined even death couldn’t break them apart. She had loved Honeymaren the same, but it hadn’t mattered.

“Say hello to her for me,” she breathes, just before she slips away.

---

She stops living with the tribe; it pains her too much to look around and realize that no face is familiar.

She keeps watch from a distance over them, the families of the ones she loved so dearly, and over her nieces and nephew, who now have children of their own. She is half of a bridge, standing without support and still refusing to crumble into the dark waters below.

---

The little snowman is the last to leave her.

“I think I’m ready to go,” he says, gently, knowing it will break her heart.

She holds his hand as he fades away, wishing someone could do the same for her.

---

She spends her unending days in Ahtohallan now, watching as the world moves on. Unable to face it herself, she calls up storm after storm, desperate for the stories the sculptures will tell her. She loses herself in them, a sea of memories that are no longer her own, and she wishes she could drown in it.

She does not know how long she stays in the caverns, watching the world go by in shards of ice and hungering to move on with it. She returns always to the same pair, the two little girls playing in the snow.

“Do the magic!” she hears, echoing in the back of her mind like a constant refrain, a reminder of all she has lost to this power she never wanted.

“Take it back!” she calls one day, the words wrenched from her in a sob. “I don’t want it any more!”

No one answers.

---

Time rolls on. She calls up her sculptures, day in and day out, the stories they show her now so complicated she can no longer follow.

But one gives her pause; she presses her fingertips against the rounded, icy cheek, and wonders if maybe, just maybe--

She has lost count of the years she has lingered in the ice. She had forgotten the feeling of the sun on her face, the breeze on her hair, all the wonderful cacophony of the world around her.

She makes her way to the edge of the forest, lingering in shadow, a habit that is hard to break even though she learned years ago to make herself invisible as the other four spirits do. A group of children is approaching, led by a man wearing clothing of a style she doesn’t recognize.

“And some say the guardians of this forest are still alive, and they still protect the city to this day!” he whispers, and the children gasp in excitement.

“Are they really magic?” a tiny voice lisps, and Elsa turns towards the speaker.

She sees her sister in the girl’s face, though her eyes are brown, and somehow-- she knows.

A bigger boy guffaws and elbows the girl. “Don’t be stupid, Ellie. Magic isn’t--”

He’s silenced by a sudden swirl of snow that flurries through the trees, flapping his scarf up to cover his mouth. Ellie giggles.

She watches the children the rest of the day, making sure to clear the path ahead of them and their teacher as they hike through the woods. And when the sun begins to dip below the horizon and they turn to go, the little girl turns around, eyes wide with the kind of wonder she had thought no longer existed.

“Goodbye,” Ellie whispers.

“Goodbye,” Elsa responds, sending her words floating along the breeze. The girl smiles and turns back towards the city.

Elsa hasn’t felt this warm in years.

#I KNOW IT'S SAD SDJFKA; but i couldn't stop thinking about it #time to cleanse myself by writing some more beard kristoff nonsense or something omg #also shoutout to bluefire for bringing this up and making me realize i wasnt the only one wondering abt this #elsamaren #frozen fics #my fics

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snowfall-fanfictions · 4 years

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Lost in the Woods Ch. 5

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Anna gets some help and Hans does Hans things. Enjoy!

Anna gripped Sven’s fur for dear life as he entered a rather large valley. Her hair still faded from its natural red to a snowy white with each step. Olaf was behind her on the reindeer’s back, looking up at the aurora in the night sky.

“Look, Anna,” he said, mesmerized by the dancing colorful lights above, “the sky’s awake…”

Anna didn’t say anything as she shivered sofly. Every part of her felt numb and cold. She lost all feeling in her toes and legs. The only thing keeping her warm was the anger and frustration boiling inside her. I can’t believe Elsa would do something like that! Anna thought, Even after I did all this, she still shut me out! Does she even care about me anymore? Anna let out an audible sigh, How could she do that when Arendelle- Anna’s eyes went wide, GAH! I forgot to tell her! Maybe Kristoff c-c-could… Anna shivered fiercely as an icy chill ran up her spine. Sven turned his head to look at her, concern covering his face.

“I’m f-fine,” She said as she stroked the reindeer’s fur. Sven then abruptly stopped in front of a large gathering of mossy boulders. The area they were in looked like some kind of ancient pit, with small round boulders dotting the stonework as far as the eye could see. Before Anna could ask why they were here, Sven knocked on the closest boulder with his hoof. The rocks began shaking fiercely, as if there was a nearby avalanche. One by one, the boulders popped, each revealing a tiny humanoid of stony skin, wearing moss clothing and crystals. One of them, a woman by the looks of it, approached the three of them and took a close look at them.

“SVEN’S HOME!”

The rock woman was met with joyous applause and some confused muttering from the others as they crowded around the three of them.

“Where’s Kristoff?”

“A girl? Did Kristoff find her?”

“Sven and Kristoff never leave each other alone. Where is he?”

“T-trolls…” Anna murmured, slowly sliding off of Sven’s back. The troll woman came up to her, placing a gravelly hand on Anna’s cheek.

“She’s ice cold! Someone get Pabbie over here!”

The trolls parted to the side as another, somewhat larger, rock came tumbling towards them. As it popped out, Anna was greeted by a much older looking troll, with a tuft of moss for hair and a necklace of multicolored crystals around his neck. He approached Anna, taking her cheek in his rocky hand.

“Anna,” he said, his voice coarse and rough like his stony skin, “your skin is like ice! What happened, child?”

“I-I tried to get m-my sister to c-c-come back to Arendelle and f-fix the weather,” Anna shuddered, “b-but sh-she wouldn’t come with me. W-we got into an argument and she- she struck me. K-Kristoff said you would know w-what to do, he s-stayed back to try and get her home.”

Grandpabbie shook his head, “Did she hit your heart?”

“I-I think?”

The troll let out a remorseful sigh, “I’m sorry, Anna. Even my magic won’t be able to help you.”

Anna’s eyes went wide, “W-what?!”

“If it had struck your head, I could’ve done something. But the heart is too complex to fix through normal means.”

“What’s gonna happen to her?” Olaf asked somberly.

“The ice in her heart will cause her body to freeze over.” Anna let out an exasperated sigh, “Maybe Elsa does hate m-”

“Hold on a sec, hon,” the troll woman interjected, “You said you two had a fight. That doesn’t mean she hates you. People just… make bad choices when they’re upset.”

Anna pondered the troll woman’s words. She thought back to how she reacted to Elsa, and how she said some awful things. Maybe she should’ve… Anna shivered once again,causing the thought to leave her mind.

“I-Is there a way to fix this?” She muttered.

“Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart, child.”

“Like true love’s kiss!” the troll woman said. The other trolls yelled in agreement.

“H-Hans…” Anna muttered, shivering violently, “S-Sven, get me back to Arendelle. I-I need to get to m-my fiance.”

Sven nodded and bolted back the way they came.

“YES! LET’S GO KISS HANS!” Olaf announced triumphantly, “WHO IS THIS HANS?”

XXXXXX Kristoff stirred awake, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He tried to remember the events that transpired earlier. He faintly remembered Hans, the palace, and Elsa. As soon as he remembered Elsa, his eyes snapped open. When he opened his eyes, he was incredibly puzzled. He was no longer in the ice palace, but instead a stone room with a wooden door at the other end. Kristoff turned around to see a window with bars over it. Looking down, Kristoff realized he was laying on a stone slab. He shot up, trying to get a better look out of the window, only to be jerked back slightly. Looking back, Kristoff noticed that his ankle was chained to the bed. He stretched as far as he could, straining his neck to get a better look out the window. A thick sheet of ice stretched out as far as he could see, with ships dotting the landscape. Overhead, the sky was a dreary grey, dispensing globs of snow at a frequent pace.

“My God,” Kristoff breathed, “It’s worse than I imagined…” His mind came back to Elsa. He couldn’t remember if Anna told her about this. It pained him to imagine how she’d react if she saw this. As if she didn’t blame herself enough…

The sound of footsteps caused Kristoff to snap his neck to the door. The door creaked open, revealing Hans on the other side with a lantern in his hand. He placed the lantern on the stone bench as he entered the room, a fierce scowl on his face. Kristoff returned the scowl, fully remembering what Hans did. If he weren’t restrained at the moment, he’d pummel this pretentious ass to a bloody pulp.

“Alright,” Hans said, taking a seat opposite of Kristoff, “I won’t ask this again. Where. Is. Anna?”

“What do you plan on doing with her?” Kristoff asked.

“That isn’t any of your concern. I just want to know what you did to my fi-

“How can you even say that with a straight face? You two barely know each other from what she was saying.” “Like you know what love is like, mountain man! Either you tell me where she is or I torture it out of you.” “You don’t have the power to do that!” “Unfortunately, I do. Anna left me in charge before she left. Now tell me where she is or-”

“If you tell me what you did with Elsa, I’ll tell you where Anna is.”

Hans let out an exasperated sigh, “She ran after you pushed her out of the way. She went north, past the mountains, possibly never to be seen again. Does that answer your question?”

Kristoff let his mouth hang agape as his heart skipped a beat. She really ran away? After that heart to heart they had, she just left? Kristoff let out a deep sigh, “Anna went to the Valley of the Living Rock. Something happened at the ice palace and I sent her there for some help.”

Hans simply nodded, “See? That wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it? Even for someone of little intelligence like yourself.”

Kristoff ignored the insult and said, “So will you let me go?”

“Not yet,” Hans stood up from the bench, gripping his lantern, “I’m going to see if your story is true. If it is, you’re free to go. If not, you’ll be hanged as a traitor.” Kristoff watched as Hans marched out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Kristoff flopped down onto the stone bench. How was he going to explain this to Anna? Would she forgive him? What about the others, what would they do now? How would they fix the weather now? Kristoff ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a frustrated groan.

Oddly enough, his thoughts dwelt on Elsa. It pained him to think how she’d be alone in the mountains, full of hatred for herself. And all because she was born with ice magic? He wished he could just make her see that she wasn’t the awful monster she thinks she is.

But for now, Kristoff could only pray that she was safe, wherever she was.

XXXXXX

Elsa lightly stirred from her slumber. As her eyes slowly fluttered open, she quickly took in her surroundings. She was back in Arendelle, specifically the dungeons. Looking down at her body, she noticed someone had placed a crude looking blanket over her at some point. Elsa sat up, letting the blanket fall to the stone floor in a disheveled lump as her eyes readjusted to the lighting. The only source of brightness came from the window above her. She bolted towards the window, only to be met with resistance. Looking down, Elsa’s hands were encased in metal compartments, both of which were chained to a point in the center of the room. Elsa struggled to look out the window to see what was going on. When she got sight of the fjord, she wished she hadn’t.

The entire fjord was a thick sheet of ice, with the wreckage of ships jutting out everywhere. The sky was a large grey expanse of nothingness, dispersing snow at a frequent pace. Why would it be snowing? Elsa thought, It’s July. The only way it would be snowing is if- Elsa’s eyes went wide as her heart stopped beating. Was she the one responsible for this? Elsa thought back to that first night when she fled, running across the fjord. She could feel the air get colder, she could see the snow around her, but she thought it was just in her immediate area. Now, she knew that she was horribly wrong.

“What have I done?” she said aloud to no one in particular. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as her heart rate increased. Why was she brought back? Did she not cause enough destruction here? This curse did more harm to everyone. It was better for her to stay in the mountains…

Just then, the door behind her creaked open. Anna’s fiance, Hans if Elsa remembered correctly, peeked in at her, a lantern in his hand. His face bore a look of concern as he stepped into the room.

“Why did you bring me here?” She asked, trying to mask the cracking in her voice.

“I needed to make sure you were safe from those men,” Hans replied as he sat down on the stone bench.

“But I’m a danger to Arendelle,” Elsa held up her cuffed hands, “Please, get Anna.”

“Anna hasn’t returned…” Elsa stood in shock. Anna had to have left hours ago, how was she not back? Did something happen to her?

“What about the ice harvester that was up there? What happened to him?”

Hans let out a long sigh, “I’m sorry. When the chandelier fell, he knocked you out of the way. It fell on him, we couldn’t get him out… I’m afraid he’s dead.”

Elsa looked away from Hans. She couldn’t believe it. Kristoff was dead because of her, Anna’s gone missing, and the country is frozen over, all because Elsa was so… selfish. Elsa bit back tears when Hans spoke up again.

“We need your help, Your Majesty. Just, cast away the winter. Bring back summer, please…”

“Can’t you see,” Elsa sniffled, “I can’t…”

Hans looked to be taken aback at Elsa’s answer. He stared at a fixed point onto the floor for a second before standing up.

“When Anna gets back,” he said, placing a hand on her bare shoulder, “I’ll have her brought down here as soon as possible. I-I’m sorry, I truly am.” Hans proceeded out of the door, gently closing it behind him.

Elsa stared down at the floor. All of this was her fault. Kristoff, Anna, Arendelle, everything was ruined all because of her and this… this curse! How many more needed to suffer because of her?

Her thoughts lingered on Kristoff. Here was a man, who didn’t even know who she was at first, who helped her without question, who tried to protect her multiple times, who was dead because of her magic. She didn’t even get to tell him how much it meant to her.

But for now, all she could do is pray that Anna returns safely and quickly…

#kristelsa #Kristoff #Elsa #Canon Divergent #Anna #frozen fanfiction #teen

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theatlanticaprincess · 5 years

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In light of some Frozen 2 ~theories~ here is my ideal ending for the movie!! Theories are based on some ~evidence but not confirmed spoilers, under the cut anyway in case you want to go into the movie without any ideas.

So the theory that Anna is going to be queen of Arendelle at the end of the movie fucks. That’s so cool. HOWEVER I hope the movie (if this is true) puts a lot of effort into developing Anna’s desire to be queen, because I don’t really see it.

Anna had a lonely and isolated childhood in the castle, and an even worse teenager-ship after her parents died. She’s chomping at the bit to get out of the castle, and runs into town (unescorted, unsupervised) as a whole-ass royal because FINALLY she gets to be somewhere else! Even as she makes new, good memories with Elsa & Kristoff, the castle still has 18 years of Terrible stored up in it and that’s hard to let go of!

She loves people, she loves Kristoff, and she’s up to her ears in manic energy. Personally, I always saw her as going up to the mountains with Kristoff, and settling there. She could be around other mountain people (there seems to be a lot of ice harvesters), have a big family, be free of scrutiny and supervision and be valuable for her skills that help the harvest and the village and her family. She wouldn’t be a spare or an extra of the lesser version of her sister. She could be Anna, and build the life she wanted.

Elsa had the air of duty about her; it pervaded literally everything she did. She kept her powers to herself because she thought it was safer, repressed her feelings because she thought it would help others. Became queen because that’s what she was born to do. She stays at the ball and doesn’t indulge in fun or get pulled off into conversations with one person, she’s distant but visible to/technically available to all. Of course she learns that repression and duty are not synonymous, but everything comes from a place of wanting to act for the greater good, even if it hurts her.

At the coronation ball, Anna was not only disinterested in but just didn’t talk to dignitaries, show herself around, or survey everything like her sister. She got pulled in by the Duke, swept off by Hans, and by the time she was back the ball ends quickly thereafter. She’s always prioritized personal relationships and while you can’t blame her, that’s not a feasible way to act as queen.

Part of it is Anna’s age, and I believe Frozen 2 in 3 years after Frozen? So she’s grown up since then, in her 20s, and maybe feels more ready to lead a kingdom.

But! I bet she’d be real happy up in a mountain with her giant husband and many children. Of course she and Elsa would still visit (someone has to fulfill the role of rich single aunt that brings the gift reckoning on Christmas ;) )

#and this isn't even getting into how i dont really think kristoff would take to palace life #like i think he'd do it for anna bc he loves her #but ...alternatively ?#frozen #frozen 2 #frozen 2 theories #disney #disney princess #elsa #anna #elsa and anna #kristoff #kristanna

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taradiddled · 5 years

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Elsa is the heir to Lumi, the Snow Queen. Hans is the heir to the Fire Foxes, Floke and Harri. Kristoff is the heir of the Mountain King. And Anna is the Wind Chaser’s chosen, meaning, unlike Elsa, Hans, and Kristoff, she wasn’t born with powers. The Wind Chaser gifted them to her.

Ice, Fire, Earth, Air.

#breaking the frozen heart

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sweetfeet87 · 4 months

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OPEN ON: ICE.

We're underwater looking up at it. A saw cuts through,

heading right for us.

EXT. SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAINS -- DUSK

ICE HARVESTERS, dressed in traditional Sami clothing, score a

frozen lake. They SING.

"The Frozen Heart (Ice Worker's Song)"

ICE HARVESTERS

BORN OF COLD AND WINTER AIR

AND MOUNTAIN RAIN COMBINING,

THIS ICY FORCE BOTH FOUL AND FAIR

HAS A FROZEN HEART WORTH MINING.

The men drag giant ice blocks through channels of water.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

CUT THROUGH THE HEART, COLD AND CLEAR.

STRIKE FOR LOVE AND STRIKE FOR FEAR.

SEE THE BEAUTY SHARP AND SHEER.

SPLIT THE ICE APART!

AND BREAK THE FROZEN HEART.

Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!

A young Sami boy, KRISTOFF (8), and his reindeer calf, SVEN,

share a carrot as they try to keep up with the men.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!

Young Kristoff struggles to get a block of ice out of the

water. He fails, ends up soaked. Sven licks his wet cheek.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

BEAUTIFUL! POWERFUL! DANGEROUS! COLD!

ICE HAS A MAGIC CAN'T BE CONTROLLED.

A sharp ice floe overtakes the workers, threateningly. They

fight it back.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

STRONGER THAN ONE, STRONGER THAN TEN

STRONGER THAN A HUNDRED MEN!

Massive fjord horses drag heavy ice plows.

FROZEN - J. Lee

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

BORN OF COLD AND WINTER AIR

AND MOUNTAIN RAIN COMBINING

The sun sets. Lanterns are lit.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

THIS ICY FORCE BOTH FOUL AND FAIR

HAS A FROZEN HEART WORTH MINING.

CUT THROUGH THE HEART, COLD AND CLEAR.

In the dark, Kristoff and Sven finally manage to get a single

block of ice out of the water.

ICE HARVESTERS (CONT'D)

STRIKE FOR LOVE AND STRIKE FOR FEAR.

THERE'S BEAUTY AND THERE'S DANGER HERE.

SPLIT THE ICE APART!

BEWARE THE FROZEN HEART.

The workers pile onto the giant horse-drawn ice sled as it

pulls away.

Left behind, Kristoff and Sven push their ice block onto a

dinky little sled then head off.

We sweep up from them to the Northern Lights filling the

sky...then move across the mountains...beneath the

snowline...and descend upon...

EXT. THE KINGDOM OF ARENDELLE -- NIGHT

A humble castle, built of wood, nestled in a deep fjord.

INT. CASTLE, NURSERY -- NIGHT

ELSA (8) sleeps in her bed. Her little sister ANNA (5) pops

up beside her.

YOUNG ANNA

Elsa. Psst. Elsa! Psst.

Elsa doesn't stir. Anna sits on Elsa and bounces.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

YOUNG ELSA

(grumbling)

Anna, go back to sleep.

Anna rolls onto her back and spreads all her weight on Elsa.

FROZEN - J. Lee

YOUNG ANNA

(drama queen-ish)

I just can't. The sky's awake, so

I'm awake, so we have to play.

YOUNG ELSA

...Go play by yourself.

Elsa shoves Anna off the bed.

Anna lands butt to floor, sighs, defeated. But then she gets

an idea. She hops back on the bed and lifts one of Elsa's

eyelids.

YOUNG ANNA

(mischievously)

Do you want to build a snowman?

Elsa's eyes both pop open. She smiles.

INT. CASTLE STAIRCASE -- NIGHT

Anna, now wearing snow boots, pulls Elsa by the hand.

YOUNG ANNA

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Elsa tries to shush her, but Anna's too excited.

INT. BALLROOM -- NIGHT

The girls sneak into the ballroom. Elsa shuts the door.

YOUNG ANNA

Do the magic! Do the magic!

Elsa laughs and waves her hands together. Snowflakes suddenly

burst forth and dance between her palms, forming a snowball.

Elsa throws the snowball high into the air. Snow bursts out

and flurries around the room. Anna dances about, catching

flakes in her palms and mouth.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

This is amazing!

YOUNG ELSA

Watch this!

Elsa stomps her little slippered foot and a layer of ice

suddenly coats the floor, forming a giant ice rink. Anna

slides off, laughing.

FROZEN - J. Lee

PLAY MONTAGE:

-Anna and Elsa roll giant snowballs and build a snowman

together. Elsa moves his stick arms around.

YOUNG ELSA (CONT'D)

(goofy voice)

Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs.

Anna jumps up and hugs him.

YOUNG ANNA

I love you, Olaf.

-Anna and Olaf appear to be dancing. REVEAL: Elsa is actually

propelling them across the ice floor with her magic.

-The girls slide down snowbanks together!

-Anna fearlessly jumps off a snow peak into mid air.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

Catch me!

Elsa makes another peak to catch Anna.

YOUNG ELSA

Gotcha!

Anna keeps jumping. Elsa keeps casting magic.

YOUNG ANNA

(jumping faster)

Again! Again!

YOUNG ELSA

(struggling to keep up)

Slow down!

Elsa suddenly slips.

Her magic accidentally STRIKES Anna in the head. Anna tumbles

down a snowbank and lands, unconscious.

YOUNG ELSA (CONT'D)

ANNA!

Elsa runs to Anna and takes her in her arms. A streak of

Anna's hair, where struck, turns white.

YOUNG ELSA (CONT'D)

MAMA! PAPA!

The room around them fills with frightening ice spikes.

FROZEN - J. Lee

The parents burst through the frozen door. GASP at the sight

of the room.

KING

Elsa, what have you done? This is

getting out of hand!

QUEEN

(seeing Anna)

Anna!

The King and Queen rush to Anna and take her in their arms.

ELSA

It was an accident. I'm sorry,

Anna.

QUEEN

(about Anna)

She's ice cold.

KING

...I know where we have to go.

SLAM CUT TO:

INT. DARK ROOM -- NIGHT

The King sifts through a shelf to find an ancient book

inscribed with Old Norse runes. He opens the book, scrambles

to a page with an ancient map.

EXT. ARENDELLE -- NIGHT

Carrying the girls, the King and Queen ride their horses out

of the kingdom. Snow streams from Elsa's hands, leaving a

trail of ice behind them.

EXT. FJORD MOUNTAIN FOREST -- NIGHT

A sleepy Kristoff and Sven travel alone through the dark

woods. All of a sudden, the King and Queen race by with the

girls, leaving the wake of ice.

KRISTOFF

Ice?

SLAM CUT TO:

FROZEN - J. Lee

EXT. BLACK MOUNTAINS -- NIGHT

Kristoff rides Sven as they follow the trail of ice.

YOUNG KRISTOFF

Faster, Sven!

EXT. THE VALLEY OF THE LIVING ROCK -- NIGHT

Kristoff hops off Sven at the edge of a deep valley. They

hide behind a rock and peek out.

Down below, the King holds a frightened Elsa. The Queen holds

the still unconscious Anna.

KING

Please, help. My daughter!

Suddenly, a bunch of rocks tumble down the valley toward

them. It looks as though they'll be crushed!

But, luckily, the rocks stop at their feet. The rocks then

unfold, revealing bright faces.

YOUNG KRISTOFF

Trolls...?

The rock in front of Kristoff "wakes up." Meet BULDA.

BULDA

Shush. I'm trying to listen.

She grabs Kristoff and Sven by hand and hoof and hugs them

close. Sven licks her face and she eyes them both.

BULDA (CONT'D)

Cuties. I'm gonna keep you.

Back below, the crowd parts for a troll as old as the Earth.

They call him GRAND PABBIE. He approaches arthritically, but

determined. He nods respectfully to the king.

GRAND PABBIE

Your Majesty.

(referring to Elsa)

Born with the powers or cursed?

KING

Born. And they're getting stronger.

Grand Pabbie motions for the Queen to bring Anna to him. She

does. He examines her.

FROZEN - J. Lee

GRAND PABBIE

(about Anna)

You are lucky it wasn't her heart.

The heart is not so easily changed,

but the head can be persuaded.

KING

Do what you must.

GRAND PABBIE

I recommend we remove all magic,

even memories of magic to be

safe.... But don't worry, I'll

leave the fun.

Grand Pabbie pulls out a glowing blue energy from Anna's

head. We see her memories floating right above her. Grand

Pabbie changes all of her magical memories to ordinary

memories -- snowy play indoors with the girls in their

nightgowns changes to outdoors on the winter fjords with the

girls in winter gear. He puts the ordinary memories back in

her head.

GRAND PABBIE (CONT'D)

She will be okay.

YOUNG ELSA

But she won't remember I have

powers?

KING

It's for the best.

PABBIE

Listen to me, Elsa, your power will

only grow.

As he speaks, he conducts the Northern Lights to show a

silhouette of an adult Elsa creating magical snowflakes.

PABBIE (CONT'D)

There is beauty in your magic....

But also great danger.

The snowflakes turn to sharp spikes.

PABBIE (O.S.) (CONT'D)

You must learn to control it.

In the Northern Lights display, the sharp spikes cause human

figures to panic and attack Elsa.

PABBIE (CONT'D)

Fear will be your enemy.

FROZEN - J. Lee

Elsa gasps and buries her face in the King's chest. The King

wraps his arms around Elsa, protectively.

KING

No. We'll protect her. She can

learn to control it. I'm sure.

Over the King's words we...

DISSOLVE TO:

-The Arendelle castle gates shutting.

KING (O.S.) (CONT'D)

Until then, we'll lock the gates.

We'll reduce the staff. We will

limit her contact with people and

keep her powers hidden from

everyone... including Anna.

-The castle shutters close.

-Anna sits on her bed as Elsa's furniture disappears.

-Anna rushes to the hall to see Elsa shut the door to her new

room. Anna watches, confused and sad.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CASTLE WINDOW -- DAY

We look out on a gentle snowfall. Little Anna skips up to the

window. She lights up at the sight of the snow and rushes

down the hall.

INT. HALLWAY, ELSA'S DOOR -- DAY

Anna knocks on Elsa's door and SINGS.

"Do You Want to Build a Snowman?"

YOUNG ANNA

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

COME ON LET'S GO AND PLAY.

Anna peeks under the door.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

I NEVER SEE YOU ANYMORE.

COME OUT THE DOOR.

IT'S LIKE YOU'VE GONE AWAY.

FROZEN - J. Lee

-INT. ANNA'S ROOM -- Anna plays with two dolls, gives up, sad.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

WE USED TO BE BEST BUDDIES

AND NOW WE'RE NOT.

I WISH YOU WOULD TELL ME WHY.

-ELSA'S DOOR. Anna peeks through the key hole.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

-Anna calls through the keyhole.

YOUNG ANNA (CONT'D)

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE A SNOWMAN.

YOUNG ELSA (O.S.)

Go away, Anna.

YOUNG ANNA

(hearbroken)

...OKAY BYE.

-BEHIND THE DOOR -- DAY. Elsa sits at the window looking out,

longingly. Suddenly, her icy hands freeze the windowsill.

-LATER. The King slips leather gloves onto Elsa's hands.

#shitlording #shitpost #fuck ai writing

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Much Ado About Love

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Sora, Anna

Requested By: cornholio4 (FanFiction)

With a small sigh of exertion, Sora paused a moment to plop down on his behind and sit back against the brick wall of one of the many buildings lining the circular fountain courtyard where Arendelle’s princesses and citizens were now celebrating the return of the country’s usual warm climate. Compared to the bitter, biting freeze of the winter that had been borne of Elsa’s tumultuous emotional experience, the summery warm air only stifled by the occasional light breeze wrapped around Sora like a welcoming embrace, and he enjoyed it so much more. The bricks were already soaking up the sunlight to pulse with a light heat that spread across the surface of his back, and he closed his eyes in contentment to simply enjoy the fuzzy feeling it spread through his tired muscles. Sora was by no means out of shape (as a Hero of Light, he simply could not be) but climbing a mountain not once but three times then kicking the crap out of a big, giant Heartless was liable to give anyone leg cramps. With a small sigh, he rubbed at his calves in the hopes that it would dissipate the cull ache in his lower leg muscles. He looked up when a shadow fell over him, expecting it to be one of his companions insisting he get a move on to the next world, only to find Anna’s charming smile and glittering blue eyes greeting him instead of Donald’s impatient scowl or Goofy’s nonchalant grin.

“Taking a breather?”

“Yeah. Heroes get tired too, believe it or not,” he chuckled up at her. Anna giggled lightly, holding a hand to her prim little mouth. Sora smiled slightly as he absently thought that she looked very cute when she laughed, the way her eyes scrunched up at the corners and her cheeks took on a rosy tint. Continuing to smile at him, she leaned up against the wall beside him and then slipped down to where she was primly sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles in front of her and her hands resting on her lap.

“So do princesses!” she laughed. Sora grinned and began laughing with her, and they chuckled for a good minute over it before their giggles died down. Sora looked at her watching her sister revel with all the townsfolk. It was amazing to watch, considering the picture that had been painted for him earlier implied that the townspeople were ready to chase Elsa down with pitchforks. It was amazing what truth, and forgiveness, could really do. As he thought about the dramatic showdown with Hans on the frozen bay, he suddenly recalled something he had been meaning to tell the princess sitting beside him.

“Oh, Anna… I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did with Hans. I know you really liked him.” Just thinking about it burned him up inside. How dare he pretend to be a good guy and lead Anna along just to attempt to steal Elsa’s throne? Not to mention that he was perfectly willing to leave Anna to die in a painful and agonizing way and kill Elsa in cold blood. Evil people were enough, but evil people who were conniving and put up a false, innocent persona? Those bothered Sora more than anything, because people like Anna always got their hearts broken in betrayal that way. He curled his gloved hands into fists as rage pumped adrenaline into his veins. “Man, if I ever got my hands on that guy…” he grumbled under his breath.

“Thanks, Sora. You’re sweet.” Her caring voice instantly dissolved any sort of ill will in his body and he looked at her with wide eyes. She sighed slightly and looked out at the fountain, where sparkling water was streaming up to catch the sunlight spilling down from the clear blue sky. “I thought I was in love with Hans. I realize now that Elsa was right… I think I was just lonely and desperately looking for someone who would notice me and give me attention,” she admitted with an uncomfortable look. “Love is a much, much stronger emotion than just simple attraction.” The smile returned to her face as her eyes drifted from the arcing water to her sister, who was merrily dancing with Olaf while an amused Donald and Goofy watched. Kristoff was too busy trying to prevent Sven from stealing a vegetable cart vendor’s carrots. “I know that now.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right. To be honest, I don’t know much about the ‘love’ thing,” Sora frowned while scratching at the side of his face with his index finger. Sure, he knew plenty about platonic love- he cared a whole lot about his friends, that was for sure, and he cared about all the people he had met on his great journey through so many worlds, and he even cared about those he had never met but where connected to his heart all the same. Still, even seeing the many displays of romantic love throughout his quest to quell the darkness and save the people who had been lost because of Xehanort- well, he really hadn’t the faintest clue about it.

“Really?” Anna mused. The look she gave him just them unsettled him in a frightful yet oddly stimulating way; she looked almost daring with the way her eyes were shining, and something on the border of triumph danced in her curling smirk. “I would’ve thought a hero like you would have someone in mind.” Sora’s mind instantly flew to Kairi. Sure, he loved her, but he wasn’t sure it was in that sense. He loved Riku just as much. He never really thought about holding her hand or just being alone without Riku there or, holy crap, kissing her. Nope, it weirded him out just thinking about it. Kairi was just… Kairi to him, plain and simple.

“Yeah, nope. Nothing of the kind,” he frowned and plucked at his spiky strands of chestnut hair. Suddenly he couldn’t bear to look at her; even though he wasn’t, he could feel her eyes searching his face, those wintery blue eyes like clear ice boring into him as if it were stripping him down to his very essence… “Wh-what about you?” he stammered suddenly, trying to derail the conversation. “You and Kristoff seem… chummy.”

“Me and Kristoff?” Anna snickered and a hand flew to her chest. Sora’s eyes followed the motion and he noticed that her nails were nicely manicured. Probably par for the course for a princess. “Kristoff will forever have a special place in my heart for helping me the way he did. Next to Elsa, he’s definitely my best friend- but that’s where it ends.”

“Oh.” He was beginning to grow confused, because for some reason he was glad about that. Surely he couldn’t be harboring some kind of fledgling feelings for the princess, right? Sure, she was beautiful, as were many of the princesses he had met, with a warm, welcoming smile and brilliant eyes like crystalline ice formations and luscious auburn-brown hair that kind of called to him to reach out and run his fingers through… And the idea of her being with anyone else, Kristoff or otherwise, kind of made him sad. He had already made up his mind that he would definitely be back to visit Arendelle after settling the business with Xehanort so he could explore the kingdom with her while it wasn’t buried under a blanket of snow and ice… Walking around alone, their bodies close so that their arms just barely brushed together… He would sneakily reach out and touch her fingers and then she would grab his hand, bashfully smiling at him… Wait a minute. His face grew hotter as the blush spread back to the tops of his ears. That was certainly a fantasy he had never had before. He had never experienced love before, but he wasn’t completely stupid; that was pretty dang close, he had to reckon.

Every muscle in his body stiffened as Anna scooted a little closer to him; like he had envisioned, her shoulder brushed against the muscle of his upper arm, and even though there was the barrier of sleeves, his nerves still sung in a high-pitched squeal, sending shockwaves down to the tips of his fingers and up his neck.

“You’re blushing, Sora.” The teasing in her voice just made him flush even further.

“N-no I’m not! It’s just hot! I got so used to it being cold that now I’m hot!” he cried in a futile attempt to dissuade her from the frankly obvious. Pursing his lips in a pout, he turned his head opposite her, chin upturned in a dully childish display of being caught red-handed. Really, he had just met her, and now he had a schoolboy crush. Wasn’t that the exact opposite of what they had been talking about? As if drawn by a magnet, his eyes rolled in his sockets to peer at her out of the corners; she had her head tilted at a downward angle as those crystal-blue eyes stared knowingly at him from beneath the shade of her thick black lashes, and that same sweet yet challenging smile was gracing her lips. Sora’s nose twitched as his heart clenched in his chest. She really was positively adorable and pretty…

Yep. Crush confirmed.

“Anna,” he started, but then stopped, because he really wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. Guess he also wasn’t the smoothest person in the worlds when it came to love.

“Hey. You’ll come back and see me, right?” she interrupted when it was clear his words where going nowhere. Shocked, his head snapped around to look at her fully. The smile had fallen from her face as it took on a solemn, serious expression. “I know that you have important things you have to do that’ll take you far from here… But whenever that’s done, I would really like it if I can show you Arendelle properly.” Sora gulped and tugged at the neck of his shirt as his body temperature amped up a couple notches. “Heroes have free time, too, right?” she said as that smile appeared on her face once more. It was infectious, because it wormed its way onto his features, too.

“Of course. It’s a promise,” he assured her with an emphatic nod. Anna grinned brightly and straightened up, clearly pleased. He fully expected her to jump up and rejoin the festivities (and let his crush stay buried, hopefully) but she instead did something he never would’ve been expecting in a thousand years- she leaned forward to peck a little kiss onto his cheek. Sora instantly blazed the crimson red of Lea’s hair and heated up to the point Little Chef could’ve fried an egg on his head, no problem. Leaving him to short-circuit like a toaster in a bathtub, Anna then hopped up with a giggled see you soon! to join the others, who were none the wiser of the very blatantly flirtatious thing that had just occurred. Head following her skipping run as she left, he raised a hand to the cheek where the ghost of her lips still danced. A wan smirk appeared on his mouth.

Heh… Maybe I know a little about love after all. Surely he must; that’s what the sing-song beating of his heart and the fluttering butterflies in his stomach were telling him, anyway.

Sora was already looking forward to the return visit…

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glittering-snowfall · 6 years

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Prompt: “He told me to follow him.”

WARNING: ANGST, PAIN, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

This is the sequel to the previous prompt I filled. It makes the crossover much clearer.

He is long and lanky, like a shadow cast at the end of the day. Bony cheekbones. Sunken, shadowed eyes. They match the color of his carnivalesque attire, those eyes. He wears a coat of dark purple – or perhaps maroon, Elsa cannot tell. When the light catches it one way, it seems only the ragtag outfit of a street performer. But when the light catches it another way, it reminds the queen of dried blood. The vest he wears is bright purple – gaudy like a showman’s garb. It makes him seem cheap, a two-bit huckster, hardly a threat. Even the skull and crossbones on his top hat seem only a gimmick to catch the eye of some bumpkin. Yet the rusty, bloody quality of his coat in the light keeps Elsa ill at ease. In the same manner, his eyes seem to flicker in the dim light, shifting like a slippery shadow... one moment violet, another moment seeming to be just touched with flecks of red…

Like a slippery shadow…

His shadow… Elsa keeps her eyes fixed on it, for it seems to move of its own accord. It mimics his movements, but something is just off enough in the synchronization to make her anxious…

“Who are you?” she demands.

The Shadow Man chuckles to himself. Oh, that’s the voice of a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth, alright. Surly. Proud. Thinks she’s in command. He’s heard voices like hers all his life, talking down to him from their fancy cars, from up on high in their big New Orleans mansions.

He loathes them so.

No matter the time or place, these fat cats always sound the same. High and mighty. Holier than thou. They treat you like the mud beneath their boots, but they’ve got skeletons in their closets, oh yes…

He feels the tremble in her voice. It does him good to feel it. She’s still clinging to her fine airs. What will she do next, threaten call the guard on him? Well, let her wear her haughty tone like armor. No armor will protect her. He already knows she’s bleeding from the inside.

“A friend,” he says smoothly.

Elsa feels her hands grow clammy. His voice is rich as chocolate, deep as caverns beneath the mountains…

“What do you want of me?”

He only laughs a soft laugh, but it has the rumble of far-off thunder. “I think the better question is,” he answers, “‘What do you want?”

She eyes the stranger cautiously. “What do you mean?”

He loves watching the squirms of guilt, loves the moment wayward souls realize in horror that he can see into their hearts.

“Oh, I know what is to have a hard life, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Since I was a kid, I’ve scraped the shit off the streets. But you? Well, darling, I’ll be damned if you don’t put me to shame! Your life seems to wind like one long river of sorrow… How far it goes, you can’t tell, but the black waters seem to stretch on endlessly. You escape drowning once and, why, your little boat up and topples over again… Living in fear all those years, then your parents dying, then seeing your sister cold as ice. My, my!”

As he speaks, her life swirls before her in a cloud of purple tinged with flame. She sees her parents’ ship swallowed by the sea, sees their anguished faces when they realized there was no hope for them. She sees herself helpless in the darkness of her room. And then she sees Anna’s lifeless form before her like a statue hewn of purest ice.

The purple cloud spreads into a fog, and when the fog rises, a world of light and vapor is before her. The light is not purple or crimson, but white as heaven’s light. And there, at the heart of this glistening vision, half shrouded in pearly mists, she sees Anna and herself.

Naked.

Locked in an embrace.

She feels that rich-as-chocolate voice rustling in her ear:

“All your life, you’ve known pain. You’ve thought of others, buried your own wants for others’ sakes. But you know what you want, Elsa. Take it. Isn’t it time you thought of yourself for once?”

Elsa screams – and with her scream, the shadowland of light and pearl tears asunder, falls to pieces. She slumps to the ground and finds herself in the palace hallway once again.

“Never,” she breathes, and her voice is firm.

But her heart is pounding.

“I… I could never… No… Anna is not some bauble you can dangle in front of my face,” Elsa murmurs through gritted teeth. “She’s her own person with her own life to live. She… she wants to be with Kristoff… She is… happy… with Kristoff…”

Crumpled on the ground, she cannot see the Shadow Man’s face.

She cannot see how his face falls, his lips purse together and pencil-thin moustache bristles… only for his whole countenance to regain composure in an instant.

For the situation is salvageable. His mind works steadily as he studies the young queen curled up on the floor, sweat dripping from her waxy face.

As grubby and slick as a bit of shrimp…

…ready for the skewer.

“Always the honorable one,” he says softly. There seems to be no malice in his voice. “Always trying to do what’s best for your dear sister… but think about this, Elsa. The more the guilt, the shame, and self-hatred from this… lustful obsession… eat away at you… the more pain you’ll cause your sister. Already, your inner turmoil is making you revert to your old ways. You’re seeking out solitude, cutting yourself off from Anna again… and she can feel that, I promise you.”

Elsa looks up helplessly. “I don’t mean to…” she whimpers, but the Shadow Man goes on.

“She might try to pay it no mind now, but give it a few more years, and there’ll be a gaping wound in her heart she cannot name.”

There is violent panic in Elsa’s voice now. “No… no, please, no…”

“Is that what you want, Elsa? To make the same mistakes you’ve always made? To torture Anna slowly in the process, torture the one person you love most in this world?”

Ugly sobs tear through Elsa’s body. The very act of trying to answer chokes her. At last, after many ragged breaths, she manages to speak.

“I wish I… didn’t have these… these feelings…” she gasps. “I wish I wasn’t such a… degenerate… I wish Anna and I could live as sisters, without this… this canker between us…”

In that moment, she wants something only he can offer.

In that moment, he has her.

How changed she is from when she first spoke – the queenly aura crashing down! He loves watching the mighty fall!

He puts a tender hand upon her shoulder. His shadow reaches out from the wall and does the same. She doesn’t even flinch.

Shadow and man cling to the young queen in a perverse image of comfort.

“Me and my friends can help with that…”

***

The great masks leer down at Facilier from the squalor of the voodoo emporium.

“Now, fri-i-e-e-e-nds,” he drawls in his smarmy singsong, “I know y’all were expecting me to swish the smoky souls of both that queen and princess into your waiting nostrils, nudge ’em into each other’s arms and watch ’em fall together like Paolo and Francesca, pretty as a picture, but–”

At Faciler’s “but–”, the eyes of the great masks narrow, burning with unearthly light. The greatest among the masks bares its teeth, a growl rumbling from beyond its jaws.

“Now, let me finish! Let me finish!” he cries, arms gesticulating wildly. “What I mean to say is, y’all don’t know that much about how to work human nature. Y’all are fine fellows, sure, but the darkest thoughts are the only ones to draw you in. Now, I’ll admit, I don’t have the highest opinion of my fellow man, but I know what love is and how it works within a body. You wanted to give her the power to sate her lust, but she doesn’t just lust after her sister. She loves her true. She wasn’t going to go jump at that offer. I threw it in her face and she threw it back at me. She’d rather her sister be happy than she herself have her own happiness. So I had to go about things my own way.”

When Facilier had begun to speak, there had been panic in his voice – but the more he spoke, the more pride scourged that panic away. They from the other side, why, they’d almost bungled the deal. He’d saved it. He alone. Through his own raw wit.

In his heart of hearts, he thinks he is cleverer than they are – and while he’d never say it outright (for he knows their rage would be terrible), in this moment, he cannot help but gloat a little… lord their own ignorance over them a bit.

“What did I do?” he says, in full showman style, as though he speaks to a tourist on the street and not the forces of darkness. “I appealed to that love. I made out that, the more her desires consume her, the more she tortures her sister. Queenie has to push her sister away so as not to succumb to temptation, but the more Queenie pushes her sister away, the more devastated the little princess becomes. You see, that put our Ice Queen in a bind. If she sacrifices her own longings for her sister’s sake, it doesn’t matter. The sister still comes out hurt. That broke Queenie, broke her down but good. And when she was good and broken, I was able to slip a subtle word in…”

The great masks grin horribly now. Facilier basks in the glory, never realizing that he is less than a dog proud of doing a silly trick for its master’s favor.

“She wants to be washed clean of her sin. She wants never to think of her sister in that away again. That way, she doesn’t have to avoid her – and that way, her sister doesn’t end up hurt, heartbroken, and alone. Isn’t that sweet?” he coos. “Well, gentlemen, I’ve never been much in the revivalist spirit before, but now? What are we waiting for?! Let’s cleanse this poor soul! And don’t you worry, don’t you worry! I’ve been watching the sister too! She’s already on the hook, doesn’t even realize it!”

Facilier’s laughter mingles with the laughter of his friends, shaking the shabby voodoo parlor. His long-fingered hand glides across the floor and the floor opens beneath his feet. Instead of wood, that remote part of Arendelle Castle spreads below him. He sees Elsa where he left her, kneeling as if in prayer. Yet he knows she has not the strength to pray. He studies the fine details of her face as though she were an ornately crafted chess piece. He savors the creases of pain about her eyelids, relishes the brittle grey straw of her hair…

Then he reaches down through the portal and whispers:

“So, your majesty, do we have a deal?”

Elsa’s bloodshot eyes snap open at the prickle of his voice.

Other voices whisper to her and she does not know if they are the Shadow Man’s friends or her own pained thoughts…

You’re a pervert…

Monster…

If you remain as you are, you hurt Anna…

You cause her pain…

You can live with yourself this way…

And with her…

As you were meant to…

As sisters…

What does your soul matter – if you can cleanse this contamination in your mind?

What does your soul matter – so long as Anna is safe from the darkness in you?

“We have a deal,” she murmurs, and shakes the Shadow Man’s hand.

There is a sea of light and color and the world becomes a blur.

***

Queen Elsa of Arendelle sleeps better than she has in ages.

That first night, the Shadow Man watches over her like a dark god. The lines of pain which he so loved in her face are melted now. He has kept his end of the bargain.

When she awakens the next morning, she remembers nothing – not of the Shadow Man, not of the deal, not of her unnatural passion for her sister.

She awakens refreshed. Sunlight streams through her gauzy curtains. Birds twitter with joy.

Anna bounds into the room, hair wild in the morning. “You’re up!” she cries happily. “Yay!”

Elsa smiles at her, a serene and peaceful smile.

“Kristoff and I are going for a walk later on today! We’ll tell you all about it when we get back!”

“Of course, Anna!”

Anna pauses to look at Elsa closer. “You look… different today, Elsa! It’s a good different! You look better than you have in weeks!”

Elsa feels a warm rush of pure happiness.

“I feel better than I have in weeks, Anna.”

The Shadow Man lets out a sharp bark of laughter.

Days roll into months, months into years. The world seems in eternal summer for the sisters of Arendelle and their loved ones. They frolic in the garden. They go for picnics. In afternoons ripe and lush, they make daisy chains in the meadows. Olaf makes friends with the buzzing bees. In the blue glow of nights, Kristoff plays his lute merrily. Anna rests her head gently against his shoulder and Elsa looks on, beaming like the sun. In all their hearts, it is summer – warm and glorious summer!

Until the day of reckoning comes.

Usually, in the days before a debt is due, The Shadow Man contents himself with his victims’ mounting panic – their hysterical desperation, their attempts to find any way to weasel out of the deal…

This, though? This might be better.

Queenie doesn’t have a clue.

It makes it so much more beautiful when she starts screaming.

Her sister is there beside her, gazing at her with adoring eyes. Adoration turns to horror as that huge mask shows itself, opens its glowing maw, and inhales.

Its first breath flays the skin from off the queen’s back, sucking her backward.

She tries to cling to Anna.

“What’s happening to me?” she sobs, her face contorted with tears and pain.

She screams her throat raw.

Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit.

Her screams are music to his ears.

In clinging to Anna, Elsa pulls her along with her.

Even in the cyclone of pain, she senses Anna being dragged along too.

That is why Elsa finally lets go.

For Anna. To save her.

Anna can do nothing, can only watch Elsa be consumed by the neon glow radiating from that mask’s jaws.

The princess of Arendelle stands still as stone, eyes deadened in shock, gazing at the blinding glare of light emanating from the dark entity.

It is at this moment that the Shadow Man strides into her view, striking against the brilliant green behind him.

Seeing this shady figure of flesh and bone, cold shock kindles into outrage. Anna lunges at the Shadow Man, pummeling him with her fists.

Alas, her pummels are far weaker than usual and come to naught, for Anna is too overwrought with anguish and grief to put much force into them.

“Easy there, girl!” the Shadow Man cries. “Easy there!”

“What have you done to my sister?!” Anna demands.

“I haven’t done a thing to her. She made a deal with some friends of mine.”

And he tells her all in naked detail. He even tells her of Elsa’s love for her, how it ran deeper than the love of a sister.

He sees Anna blanch at that and wishes he could take a photograph of her face – so his friends could taunt Elsa with it over on the other side.

He dearly wishes that he could immortalize that look of confused disgust and use it to sting the young queen for eternity.

But as the Shadow Man goes on, Anna’s features soften. Her disgust for Elsa turns to pity and then to some strange mixture of pity and love – love tarnished by bitter knowledge, but love just the same.

That’s what the Shadow Man has been banking on.

“Take me instead,” Anna murmurs.

“What was that?”

“Take me in Elsa’s place. She’s… she’s suffered enough…”

Ah, the better angels of our nature! Sweet, self-sacrificing Anna! Tinged with pity, tinged with guilt. Maybe a trifle of self-blame in there too considering the way he framed the story he just told!

His grand design works.

“You would do that… for her?” he intones gravely.

Anna stares into the yawning chasm of the gigantic mask’s mouth. She stands upon the brink.

“I… I would,” she says softly, and her voice shows she is afraid.

“Done!” the Shadow Man thunders – and with one rough shove, he hurls Anna headlong into the neon-green abyss.

“I’ll mention your offer to my friends on the other side!” he calls after her. “To tell the truth though, I don’t believe they’ll take you up on it! They’re not the sort of folks that go altering deals out of the goodness of their hearts! I’m sure your sis’ll appreciate the sentiment though!”

He leans in over the mask’s teeth to mock her, then pulls himself back.

Wouldn’t want to get pulled in himself.

He twitches in mild apprehension.

When the mask’s mouth closes, he looks up at it with a smirk.

“You don’t plan to take her up on that offer, do you?”

The chamber rings with ominous laughter.

“I thought not.”

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