Ice? The young boy wondered. How and why is there a trail of ice following one of the riders?

Kristoff looked at the two riders going somewhere in such a hurry. He had to find out what this was, he thought to himself. He got onto his one and only friend's back and they ran behind the two figures, being sure to keep a safe following distance. He didn't know who they were and knew to stay far enough behind to avoid being noticed... Or at least to have time to escape if they needed to.

The riders stopped in a clearing surrounded by rocks of varying sizes as Kristoff and Sven hid behind one of those rocks.

"Please, help my daughter," The man said. Then several of the rocks began to roll toward what Kristoff assumed was a family. The juvenile ice harvester thought the rocks were going to crush the family; but then they changed, unrolled it seemed, and declared "it's the King."

Kristoff had heard of creatures like this but thought they were just stories that the other harvesters had made up. "Trolls," he quietly said in amazement...just as the rock he was hiding behind also transformed astonishing him. "Shush, I'm trying to listen."

Then after Sven gave the troll a friendly lick, she said. "Cuties, I'm gonna keep you."

Kristoff didn't know if that was charming or creepy. Either way they looked on as the scene before them unfolded.

"Born with powers or cursed?" the chief troll asked.

"Born, and there getting stronger."

"Powers? Magic?" Kristoff stood amazed as he listened to the conversation.

Kristoff listened as the troll elder told the girl about her powers. Elsa was her name apparently. He created some kind of lights in the sky to illustrate his point. "Your powers will only grow. There is beauty in it, but also great danger," he told her. "You must learn to control it...Fear will be your enemy." Of course, the lights shapes took on a red glow as something attacked the one that Kristoff assumed was an older Elsa. Ironically, that frightened the girl.

"She can learn to control it. I'm sure." He went on to lay out his plan, and Kristoff learned the other girl's name, Anna.

"Your Majesty," the chief interjected. "May I suggest another course of action?"

"Yes, of course," the King answered.

"Allow us to teach Elsa. Bring her here, oh, say one day a week. Maybe on occasion stay for a couple of days. Perhaps that might be better than making her hide away. And she wouldn't have to lose her relationship with Anna."

The King looked down at the pleading eyes of his eldest daughter. He was nervous but he knew how much his girls meant to each other. He answered the Chief. "Very well, we'll try that."

"Should I stay today papa?" she asked.

The King turned his eyes on the Chief. The Chief in turn asked Elsa. "Would you feel more confident about being around your sister tomorrow if you did?"

The Princess nodded.

Pabbie answered the King "Then, your Majesty, I think it would be wise."

The king was nervous but knew it was best for both of his daughters.

"Elsa." he kneeled down to talk to her. "We will be back tomorrow morning. Chief Pabbie will take care of you until then."

"Yes, papa," the little girl said. She tried not to cry as her family rode back to Arendelle.

On the edge of the circle of trolls, Bulda felt the royal families anguish. She was now certain that she was right to adopt the two newcomers, and she knew what would ease everyone's minds. She said to them "Come on." as she took Kristoff's hand.

"Father," she said as she approached the Chief. "We have two others staying with us."

"Who are these two?" the Chief asked kindly.

"They don't seem to have a family. They need one."

Pabbie walked over to the boy and reindeer. "How did you find our valley young man?"

Kristoff was nervous. "I followed the ice trail here." Elsa turned her head, feeling embarrassed by that fact.

"And is my daughter right that you have no family?"

"Well, yes, I guess so." Then he felt compelled to add. "But we take care of each other just fine."

With the kindest tone Kristoff had ever heard, the Chief asked, "And would you like to have one? Um, what is your name young man?"

"Kristoff, sir."

Pabbie smiled and asked, "Well, Kristoff sir, would you like to be part of my family?"

The boy chuckled lightly. He noticed the girl who had been left here chuckled too. He turned to look at Sven, asking a silent question. Sven seemed to agree. "Yes sir, we'd like that," Kristoff answered.

"It's done then," the Chief said. "And since this is your home now help make our guest comfortable," he gestured toward Princess Elsa.

The new members of the tribe walked over to the girl. "Hi, I'm Kristoff Bjorgman, and this is Sven."

"Hello Kristoff," she said in what she hoped was a proper demeanor for a Princess. "I'm Elsa from Arendelle."

"Happy to meet you Princess."

The two children kept talking. Elsa was happy to have made some new friends. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, she thought to herself as she stroked Sven's fur.