Daughters of the Snow
Anna ran away after hers and Elsa's accident and was taken in by a jolly snowman. What happens when Anna still five-years-old and living with Olaf, meets her now 21-year-old sister, now the queen of Arendelle and living in an ice palace? Kristanna & Jelsa. Anolaf friendship. Jelsans? You've come to the right place.
Some minor changes: It was winter when Elsa froze her sister, but Anna simply wanted to watch snow coming from her sister's hands. Hans is the same age as Elsa. Olaf escaped from the palace the night Elsa froze Anna in all the commotion.
Disclaimer: I own Frozen...not. Nor do I own ROTG, if I start writing about Jack/Elsa...O_O
AN: Hi! This is my first fanfic here. Right now is just the beginning, it's mainly fluff where Anna and Olaf play in the snow. Hope you like it.
Daughters of the Snow
Eight-year-old Elsa awoke with a start. Painful memories flooded through her as she rolled over in bed to apologize to her five-year-old sister, Anna.
But the spot on the bed where her sister usually slept was empty.
Elsa gasped, ice-cold fears running through her mind. Her eyes darted toward the window, and saw that it was opened, allowing the arctic wind and several snowflakes to chill her heart.
She dashed to it and looked down - she could see a large hole and footsteps following after it.
Elsa turned around, feeling broken...her sister was so afraid of her that she'd run away. And a fall like that must've hurt her, what was happening to Anna? Elsa hated herself, and everything else. But she knew what she had to do.
She ran out the door and down the hall. She skidded to a halt at her parents' bedrooms and barged through the door.
The queen looked up from her book, and the king from his papers. "Elsa, it's not polite to-" her father began.
"Mama! Papa! Anna ran away!" Elsa screamed, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. "Because she was scared of me!"
The two monarchs exchanged stunned glances. Immediately, they stood up and started running toward Elsa's bedroom, calling out the girl's name. "Anna!" But as soon as they saw the open window, they knew what had happened.
They searched outside, but it had started to snow so thickly that the girl's footsteps had long been covered, and there was no chance of finding where she was alone. Then they went back to the house, hoping that she had simply been hiding, but after searching every corner of the room, each nook and cranny, they had to propose that it was true. Anna could not be found.
"Organize a search party," the king commanded, and soon the most elite tracking team was on the search, trying to follow the young princess's trail.
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Five-year-old Anna was running as fast as she could, a beanie hat jammed onto her head and a warm green coat to protect her from the cold. She had slung a large bag, containing everything she might need to run away, over her shoulder. She had never been more afraid in her life of what she had just experienced.
The snow that had raged so savagely about an hour ago, covering up her tracks, had died down to a low flurry. The wet droplets that fell on Anna's face actually comforted her; they washed her dirty, bruised face. The painful injuries she'd collected after jumping out the window had left her black and blue all over; no blood, thankfully, but everything about her was hurting.
However, Anna knew she had to keep going; and, being pretty fast for her age, she ran on, not caring where her legs were taking her, until she spotted a single, purple flower in the distance.
Anna stopped, and eyed it with amazement. She was surprised that it had managed to bloom despite the frost. Curiosity ensued, and Anna walked toward it with wide eyes.
She was so intent on the flower that she didn't hear padded footsteps sneaking up from behind.
"Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!"
Anna jumped, then turned around. "Olaf!" she shrieked happily, wrapping her arms around the snowman's upper body. She was relieved to see such a familiar and adorable face. "I'm so glad to see you, Olaf! You remember me, right? I missed you!"
Olaf eyed her for a moment. Then he smiled. "Yeah! Sure I remember you! What's your name again?"
"I'm Anna," she said excitedly. "I like warm hugs, too."
"Wow! That's great," Olaf said. "I'll hug you!"
They wrapped their arms around each other, then broke away, laughing.
"What are you doing here?" Anna asked.
"I went out of the castle to see summer," said Olaf. "How about you?"
"I got scared." Anna didn't say more. Olaf didn't push her.
Then they began to walk.
"Olaf..." Anna's tiny mouth curled into a sly smile. She raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah?" said Olaf, grinning at her.
Anna flopped down into the snow, moving her tiny arms and legs back and forth. "Let's make snow angels!"
"Okay!" said Olaf, lunging his body face-first into the cold substance.
Anna started laughing. "No, Olaf! Like this!" She demonstrated again, and next time Olaf got it right.
Pretty soon, there were snow angels everywhere, in the cold field, although it was really easy to tell whose angel was whose; unlike Olaf's, Anna's resembled a real snow angel; Olaf's looked more like a bunch of jelly beans held together by a string.
Anna smiled again. She scooped up a handful of snow, molded it into a ball, and tossed it at Olaf's chest. Next thing they knew, they were both ice-cold and in the middle of a snowball fight, laughing and jumping.
"I got you, Olaf!" Anna yelled happily, hurling another snowball.
It hit Olaf in the chest.
By the time the snowball fight was over, they were both very tired.
"Over here," panted Olaf, gesturing to a large stone cave. It must've been where he lived now.
It appeared to be made of ice. The floor was slippery. Icicles hung from the top. There were strange-looking carvings in the wall. Anna stared at them with interest.
"You live here?" said Anna.
"Yup!" Olaf answered. He pointed with his stick-hands to the carvings on the wall. "That's me on a beach. Oh, have you heard of summer, Anna?"
Anna nodded.
"Oh...I don't know why, but I've always loved the idea of summer, and sun, and all things hot..."
Anna wanted to ask him about melting in all the heat, but then she realized that he was probably a magic snowman who wouldn't die.
"How did you draw it?" she asked instead.
"With this icicle." He picked one up and gave it to her. "Want to draw something?"
"Okay!"
Anna looked for a blank space on the wall. She tried to trace the shape of a heart on her wall, but it was hard. She grunted. "How do you do it?" she asked Olaf, thrusting it into his hand. "Teach me."
"Just press harder," said Olaf, smiling.
Anna pressed harder.
"Yay!" Anna cried, pointing at the wall. There was now a tiny ice carving on there, shaped like a heart. "Look, Olaf! I made a heart!"
"It's nice!" said Olaf. "Oh, wait. Can I borrow that?" He took the icicle from her. He drew a squiggly outline of Anna next to himself sitting on a towel.
"I love you Olaf!" Anna squealed. "Can I stay with you?" She thrust her arms around his upper body and cuddled into his cold, fluffy chest.
Olaf smiled. "Yeah! Okay!"
Anna grinned. "HURRAY!" She kissed Olaf's forehead and said, "So, what do we do now?"
"Do you know how to play the game?" Olaf asked. His face fell. "Oh no..."
"What's wrong?" Anna asked.
"I lost," Olaf said. "If you think about the game, you lose." He sighed. "Well, I'll forget it some other time."
"But I lost, too!" Anna whined.
"Don't worry," Olaf told her. "You can win later."
"Can we go skating?" Anna asked. Her mind was already on something else. She pointed. "On the floor? It looks slippery."
"Okay! Yeah!" Olaf nodded.
Anna jumped up and started kicking her legs around. "Yay! Come on, Olaf!" she grabbed his arm, and Olaf started to skate around the floor. They laughed, their feet gliding over the slippery ice, until they tired themselves out again and had to sit down.
"Olaf?" Anna said, still panting slightly.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." Anna hugged him again.
Olaf smiled down at her, and stroked her red hair. Before he knew it, she had dozed off in a deep sleep. She looked adorable, with her thick, fringing lashes and ruby-red cheeks. He moved himself and set her head on the floor slowly. He didn't really have anything to keep her warm, but he figured she'd be fine with her coat.
Looking around, he saw Anna's bag lying at the base of the cave. He started rummaging through it, to see if there was anything she could use in there. There was a pillow and a small blanket. Olaf grabbed it and swept the blankie over the young girl. She remained unconscious.
"Night-night," Olaf whispered. Since he had nothing better to do, he laid his head down on the icy floor and dozed off.
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AN: Anna starts thinking about and missing her family in the next chapter. Thanks for reading. And yes, I decided to name the king Rolf. It's Scandinavian and I thought it fit him. Anyway, please review. Thanks!
-YieuHGL
