This is a fan written sequel to Frozen that I had in mind since I've first seen the movie.

This chapter is actually a re-upload of the original version of the chapter, in which I tried to include unused music from the movie soundtrack. However I felt it looked weird and it made my chapters shorter than they were supposed to.

For this upload, as well as for the next chapter coming soon, the music will be cut and more time will be spent on developing a story.

Prologue: A Big Sister

Long ago, in the fjords of Norway, there were two kingdoms, the Incindiens and the Arendalles. The Arandelles were a peacekeeping group, promoting trade and diplomacy with other kingdoms to survive, while the Incindiens were a power hungry warrior clan that believed only the strongest kingdom could survive. As a result, the Incindiens began a brutal campaign against the other tribes, taking over their lands and destroying their villages. Eventually the Arandelles, with their large alliance of kingdoms and followers, managed to stop the Incindiens campaign. A deal broke between them, stating that the Incindiens will become trade partners with the Arendelles. The deal was made by a great king, who swore that her eldest daughter Elsa will continue the peace.

It was night in the main castle of Incindia. The night sky was alive with glistening stars and a moon as a bright as the sun. The soft blue light blended with the castles coal black walls, reflecting off them with a shimmering blue color like ice. The light illuminated a majestic hallway just outside of the master bedroom. The pitch-black walls were adorned with red and golden tapestries, while red rugs covered the floor. There was nobody in that hallway, save for one little girl. Her name was Elsa, and she was three years old. Her skin was golden like her mothers and her brown hair was tied at the back of her head. She was right now wearing a silver blue dress, a gift from the queen of Incendia. She said that it matches her eyes, which were a pale blue, like ice. She was sitting on a chair just outside the door, twiddling her thumbs. She wanted to go inside the bedroom, maybe help out, but her father said it was a delicate situation and should let the grownups handle it. She was kind of glad that she had to wait, all she heard outside was hurried talking and screams for her mother. Sitting across from her was a five-year-old princess named Hazel. She had dark cocoa skin and wore a golden dress. She was named apparently for her eyes, which were a bright hazel color. Unlike Elsa's nervous fidgeting, she was more poised and calm. She's been in this same situation before when her younger brother Gren was born. She tried to comfort Elsa, playing games, holding her hand, and congratulating Elsa's new role as big sister. Elsa loved her friend Hazel, since she arrived at Incindia days ago, Hazel was the first to treat her like a true friend. Everyone else at Incendia always looked to Elsa and her family as strangers that didn't belong. That was before her dad signed the peace treaty and her mom started to give birth.

After what seemed like forever, Elsa's father finally opened the door and told Elsa to come in. a bunch of people were standing around her mother's bed, but as soon as Elsa stepped in, they all left the room, congratulating Elsa on the way. Her mother was lying in the bed, wearing her nightdress and was holding a bundle of blankets. Inside was a crying baby girl.

"Wow" said Elsa, "she's beautiful." She picked up the baby from her mothers arms and began to hold her.

"She should be called Anna," she said. The parents looked at her with a smile.

"Anna?" said the mother, "that is a nice name, but why?"

"Her eyes are green like the Anna in my favorite story." Hazel stepped forward and began to coo the baby. Her mother smiled as her eyes turned misty with joy.

"That is a perfect name Elsa," she said, her voice slightly cracking, "Anna it is."

Suddenly, Anna started to wail. This made Elsa jump and almost drop her.

"What did I do?" she asked in fear, in which her father came and gently took Anna from Elsa's arms.

"It's okay," he said reassuringly, "She's just tired. Why don't you two girls go out and give Anna some piece and quiet?" With that, Elsa and Hazel went out of the room. Elsa just couldn't stop thinking about young Anna, and Hazel understood why.

"Elsa's a big sister!" she said excitedly, "You are lucky! L-U-C-K-Y!"

"Yeah," Elsa said, but then worried crossed her face, "But am I good enough? What if she doesn't like me?"

"Who doesn't love a girl with blue eyes?" Hazel said with a smile, but then dropped it, "Okay that sounded a bit weird. But, the point is, Anna's going to love you. You know why?" Elsa shook her head.

"Because you're fun," Hazel said with a smile.

"I'm fun," Elsa repeatedly. A small smile crept across her face.

"And you're caring,"

"I'm caring!" Elsa said with load confidence.

"And everybody loves a fun, caring sister!" Hazel finished off.

"Yeah!" cried Elsa, now laughing in excitement. And then started dancing in joy, hand in hand, like a game of Ring-Around-the Roses.

"I'm a big sister! I'm a big sister!" Elsa began to chant as they spun around and around. Hazel was laughing in joy, except when she noticed how warm she was getting. She quickly looked at her hands. They were beginning to glow a deep orange.

No! Not here! Not Now!

She tried desperately to get out of Elsa's grasp, but Elsa still kept spinning and chanting. Finally, Hazel managed to release herself, but not before a ball of fire left her hands and hit Elsa in the face. Elsa immediately fell back, unconscious, eyes closed as if she was sleeping. Hazel rushed to Elsa, worried sick and crying. Elsa's hair began to turn black. Instinctively, she called out for her parents, who, alongside Elsa's parents and baby Anna, rushed to see what's wrong.

"What happened?" asked Elsa's father in worry. Hazel was still sobbing.

"I…I…" Hazel tried to tell but she was so grief stricken, no words formed out of her mouth. Her father stepped in.

"I was afraid this would happen," he said, "My daughter can control fire."

"What?" Elsa's mom said.

"We don't know how, she was just born with them," Hazel's mother said. Hazel's father turned to Elsa's dad.

"You need to get her help. Come with me."

He took Elsa's father, now carrying Elsa, and Hazel to a library and pulled out an old and crumbly paper from a desk drawer. On the paper was some sort of ancient map.

"Follow this map, and say that you're the King of Arendelle and you need help."

"Say to whom?" asked Elsa's dad.

"You'll see when you get there," Hazel's dad said. As Elsa's father was about to leave, Hazel's dad stopped him.

"Listen, if we want this peace to continue, Hazel's powers must never be revealed," he said with concern, "so promise me that after this, Elsa and Hazel don't see each other again."

Hazel 's eyes opened in horror. We can't see each other. Hazel wanted to protest, that it wasn't fair, but then she thought of what happened and remained silent.

After a short pause, Elsa's father nodded and said okay. Elsa's family got on a carriage lent to them by Hazel's parents and ran off to find the help. Hazel stared at the path that the carriage drove down. She was never going to see Elsa again, this was their last time together, and she nearly killed her.