Hello, my fellow Smurf fans! I have a big announcement to make: I'm sorry to say that the reason for my lack of updates with the Smurf stories was because...well, I left it for a while.
Don't kill me just yet! After watching the movie Frozen, I was inspired to return to my stories and make this as a token of my apology. So, without further ado, let's get to the parody cast list!
Anna will be played by (none other than) Crafty Smurfette
Elsa will be played by Passionette Smurfette (it seemed like before she became a nervous wreck, Elsa was so passionate and fun)
Kristoff will be played by Gutsy Smurf (of course XD)
Sven will be played by Sprint the Snowshoe Hare
Olaf will be played by Chilly the Snowsmurf
The Trolls will be played by the Creatugos
Hans will be played by Charisma Smurf (I hated that guy! I knew he was scum when he said he had twelve older brothers and suddenly proposed to Anna!)
I don't own the Smurfs or anything in Frozen. Smurfs belong to Peyo and Frozen belongs to Disney. I only own Crafty, Passionette, Sprint, Chilly, the Creatugos, and Charisma Smurf. I hope you enjoy!
Deep in the kingdom of Indignye, late at night, the winter winds blew harshly on the ice harvesters as they worked. It was an understatement to say that the diversity between them all was limited, though they were…similar in size, though they were not that big to begin with. The whole group was composed of creatures of all sorts: Fairies, Dwarves, Imps, and even Smurfs.
Born of cold and winter air
And mountain rain combining,
This icy force both foul and fair
Has a frozen heart worth mining.
The strong males sawed through the ice, sliding the blocks further down to be picked up and stowed onto the sleigh.
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!
In the line of men both young and old, the youngest was a Smurfling named Gutsy accompanied by a snowshoe hare kit, which he had named Sprint. The Smurfling wore thick winter clothing that was a shade of dark blue with a plaid pattern. The blue ball on the tip of his hat bounced as he and his companion tried to keep up with the grown ups.
Bringing out a bit of carrot, he bit down hard and shared the rest to the little hare.
Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!
Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold!
Ice has a magic can't be controlled!
A jagged ice floe crashes near the workers, but they fight it back and manage to push it away. They attached the blocks to straps pulled by sturdy-looking mice and small dogs.
Stronger than one, stronger than ten
Stronger than a hundred men!
Born of cold and winter air
And mountain rain combining
This icy force both foul and fair
Has a frozen heart worth mining.
Cut through the heart, cold and clear!
A majority of the men had lit up lanterns as the sun began to set beyond the horizon. The young Smurfling manages to get a block out of the freezing water and onto a small sled that was strapped to the little hare.
Meanwhile, the older males were finishing loading their much larger ice blocks onto a much larger sled.
Strike for love and strike for fear!
There's beauty and there's danger here.
Split the ice apart!
Beware the Frozen Heart.
"C'mon, Sprint! We're gonna get left behind!" the young Smurfling called, his voice having an accent that was roughly Scottish, to the snowshoe hare, Sprint, who was holding a lantern in his tiny teeth. He nodded and started hopping off to catch up with the other men.
Much farther away, was the center of the kingdom of Indignye, where the smurfy king and queen, Benevolent and Charity, lived. Along with the two elders, they had two daughters. Passionette, the elder of the two, was mainly well-behaved. Crafty, her younger sister, on the other hand…
"Passionette. Psst. Passionette! Psst," whisper shouted the young Smurfling as she climbed onto the bed of her slumbering older sister. It wasn't that hard and didn't require much stealth since the two shared a large room.
The two were much alike in appearance, yet also very different. Crafty had chocolate brown hair that was held in small pigtails. She also had on a light blue Smurf hat, which was also the same color as her night gown.
Passionette, on the other hand, had hair that was so lightly blonde, it was almost white and done in a braid. Her night gown was more of a turquoise along with the color of her hat.
Impatient with her sister's unresponsiveness, Crafty threw all her weight onto Passionette, making her groan as Crafty excitedly chanted,
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
"Crafty, go back to sleep…" Passionette grumbled.
Crafty sighed dramatically and turned on her back, while still on top of her sister, "I just can't. The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to plaaaaaay!"
Smiling slightly in amusement at her sister, Passionette shoved her off, "Go play by yourself."
Crafty rolled off of the bed and landed on the floor right on her tail. She sighed, feeling defeated before perking up at an idea. She scrambled up the side of the bed and sat on her older sister again, lifting an eyelid as she mischievously asked,
"Do you wanna build a snowsmurf?"
Passionette's smurfy blue eyes, another physical trait she and her sister shared, opened and she smiled widely.
The Smurfette princesses giggled as they ran down the stairs, the younger of the two pulling the other to the ballroom.
"Crafty, shush!" Passionette chided, though she was still grinning widely as they got to the bottom. Opening and shutting doors to the huge ballroom, the two ran to the center.
"Do the magic! Do the magic!" Crafty giggled out, jumping up and down in excitement.
Passionette laughed and waved her hands together. Blue snowflakes appeared and danced around her palms before forming a snowball. Crafty's young eyes were wide with wonder as her sister asked,
"Are you ready?"
With an eager nod, Passionette threw the snowball in the air, where it exploded and made the entire ceiling flurry with snow. Crafty ran around with a squeal, catching the snowflakes with her hands and tongue.
"This is amazing!"
"Watch this!" Passsionette said, then stomped her slippered foot, which formed a layer of ice that coated the floor, making it much like a giant ice rink.
The two giddily got to work, building a pile of snow together to make the snowsmurf's legs and body. Passionette stuck two sticks into the sides to give him arms. As they finished the head, Crafty gave him a carrot nose.
The two backed away, smiling broadly at the work they had done. Passionette was the first to speak,
"There. He's perfect."
Crafty's eyebrows furrowed together and she tilted her head, eyeing the snowsmurf with only a bit of discomfort, "Not yet."
The pale blonde Smurfling frowned a bit and watched as her sister took off the light blue scarf that she wore and wrapped it around the snowsmurf's neck. She backed away before letting her smurfy smile return.
"There. Now he's perfect."
"Why a scarf?" Passionette asked with an arched eyebrow. Crafty innocently shrugged her shoulders.
"Snowsmurfs get cold too, don't they?"
Passionette laughed out loud, moving behind the snowsmurf and moving its arms while speaking in a slightly masculine and even goofier voice,
"Hi, I'm Chilly Smurf, and I like warm hugs! Thank you for the nice, warm scarf, Crafty."
Crafty squealed and embraced the snowsmurf tightly, "Your welcome, Chilly. I love you so much."
The two sisters spent hours together in the snow doing many fun things: Crafty and Chilly dancing (with the help of Passionette's magic, of course), making snow angels, and sliding down the snow banks.
Crafty, being the fearless optimist that she was, jumped off of a snowbank into the air, crying out to her sister, "Catch me!"
Passionette shot out another snow peak for her sister to jump on. Crafty jumped and jumped, her sister making a safe peak for her to land on. If only Crafty had known better than to go too fast for her sister…
"Slow down!" Passionette panicked, moving around to keep making peaks that went higher and higher. Suddenly, she slipped and fell on the ice, her eyes widening as Crafty jumped off of the last peak, but with no other one to catch her.
She gasped and shot out another burst of magic, only she didn't count on her position making a different target. The magic struck Crafty in the head, making her squeak out and tumble down the snow bank, completely out cold.
"CRAFTY!" Passionette screamed, scrambling to her sister's side and taking her in her arms. She gasped as the section of Crafty's dark brown hair that was struck by her magic turned white.
"MAMA! PAPA!"
Suddenly, new ice started forming around the room, only this time, it was more malicious. Ice spikes grew on the ground, ceiling, and floor, and the new ice completely destroyed Chilly the snowsmurf.
The double doors of the ballroom cracked a bit, having been frozen from the new ice, before it gave way to the Smurf king and queen. Benevolent and Charity gasped and rushed to their children.
"Passionette, what have you done? This is getting out of hand!" Benevolent told her. He was in a dark blue clothing while his red-haired, blue eyed wife was in a dark violet dress.
"Crafty!" Charity kneeled down and took her youngest child in her arms.
"I-It was an accident. I'm sorry, Crafty," Passionette said, on the verge of tears as she knew that her sister couldn't hear her.
"She's ice cold," Charity told her husband, who nodded in confirmation.
"I know where we have to go."
The king and queen rode swiftly on their brown rabbits, Crafty being held by her father on one mount while Charity held onto Passionette. The blonde Smurfette was terrified and uncomfortable the entire time, making a trail of ice behind the running bunny.
Further up ahead…
Gutsy let out a small yawn as he and Sprint tiredly trudged through the forest. It was hard being parentless, for the both of them, but they had each other. That's all that really mattered…
Gutsy suddenly gasped as two large rabbits sped right by, only leaving paw prints and-
"Ice?" Sprint's large ears perked, his small brown eyes following the trail of ice as well.
"C'mon, Sprint! We gotta see what's goin' on!" Gutsy mounted the snowshoe hare and urged him on. The two spent some time following, though it wasn't hard considering the trail of ice was continuously fresh.
Eventually, the two stopped and climbed up on a rock with soft black moss. The king and queen along with their daughters dismounted and walked into the center of an open meadow. Desperately, Benevolent called out,
"Please, help! My daughter!"
In an instant, animals of all kind gathered into the clearing. Birds flocked onto all the branches, lumps in the ground burrowed towards the group of Smurfs.
"Creatugos…?" Gutsy tilted his head. Sprint leaned forward a bit, his little nose twitching as he tilted his head as well. Suddenly, the 'rock' rustled and it stood up, revealing it to be not a black mossy rock, but a large, black feathered-peacock.
The peacock, King, instead of being blue with blue and green tail feathers, was black with black and violet tail feathers. His honey brown eyes were peaking down at the scene.
"Shush! I'm trying to listen," the peacock turned his head so that the side was facing the commotion. Acting so innocently, Sprint moved and cuddled himself next to the peacock.
King looked down at the two, smiling broadly as he took them in his wings, "Cuties. I'm gonna keep you two."
Down below, the Creatugos parted as a tortoise that seemed to be as old as the Earth itself slowly walked through. He was the elder and leader of the Creatugos, Favian. He nodded respectively at Benevolent.
"Your majesty," then he turned to Passionette, "Born with the powers or cursed?"
"Born. And they're getting stronger."
Favian leans his head to the queen, who held Crafty in her arms, examining her intently, "You are lucky it wasn't her heart. The heart is not easily changed, but the head can be persuaded."
Benevolent nodded, "Do what you must."
Favian sighed deeply before replying, "I recommend we remove all magic, even memories of magic to be safe…"
The tortoise tapped his beak to Crafty's head, showing visual memories of the fun times she and Passionette had with her powers. Only they were transformed into normal memories. Instead of skating in the ballroom, they were on a pond. Instead of Chilly being built inside the castle, they were in the courtyard.
Passionette's eyes saddened as Favian added, "But don't worry, I'll leave the fun."
He tapped her head again, and Crafty winced a bit, but then she became peaceful. Favian smiled, "She will be okay."
The blonde Smurfette frowned in despair, "But she won't remember I have these powers?"
Benevolent put a hand on her shoulder, "It's for the best."
"Listen to me, Passionette," Favian leaned down to the Smurfette's eye level. "Your power will only grow."
He looked up, as did everyone else as the Northern Lights in the sky lowered and formed a silhouette of Passionette as a grown up Smurfette. She was happily making snowflakes that danced through the air.
"There is beauty in your magic, but also great danger…"
The lights suddenly turned red and the ice turned to spikes, making the young Passionette gasp and step back into her father.
"You must learn to control it. Fear will be your enemy."
Magical creatures panicked in the lights and attacked the silhouette of Passionette. The Smurfling whimpered and hugged her father's leg. Benevolent put a protective arm around his daughter and said,
"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'll limit her contact with people and keep her powers hidden from everyone…including Crafty."
Crafty looked around her now bare room. It was once filled with much more toys and books since she and Passionette shared, but that wasn't the case anymore. She climbed out of her bed and rushed to her door.
Peeking her head outside, she watched with blue eyes that were sad and confused as the last of Passionette's furniture was moved into the room across the hall. Passionette walked with her head down to the door.
Feeling eyes on her, she lifted her chin and met her sister's eyes, though she wished she hadn't. It broke her heart to shut her sister out like that, but she didn't want to hurt her best sister and friend. Not again.
So, without speaking a word, Passionette walked into her new room and shut the first of many doors to come.