Prologue

I gasped as I watched the boy fall through the ice. The ice that I made. A long lost feeling of fear inside of me bubbled to the surface. Had I really just killed an innocent?

The young girl of whom the boy had saved stood by the ice screaming.

"Jack! Jack!"

If I didn't get her out in time, she would be following her savior's pursuit. I walked out onto the ice, unafraid of falling in. When I reached the girl, I tapped on her shoulder as she sobbed.

"Please! You have to help him!" She begged.

I looked the girl in the eyes, and never in my life had I said anything I meant such as this.

"I promise. With all my heart, I promise. But you need to get off the ice."

The girl searched my face, then, after a while, nodded. I didn't stop watching her until she faded from view. Then my attention turned back to Jack under the ice. I leapt up from my position when I saw that the broken ice had already frosted over.

I didn't know what to do, but my heart would way me down to the ground if I even left my position by the dead boy. Day turned to night, and all I could do was stand there, staring down at the ice. I felt the full moon's gaze on my back.

The full moon. I quickly remembered my mother's words.

"Stars can grant little wishes, but the moon—the full moon—can grant greater wishes. Of course, not without a dear price."

I got to learn those words after being caught wishing upon the stars so that I would never hurt anyone again.

I looked up at the moon and closed my eyes.

If you can hear me, if this isn't a silly tale, please I wish with all my heart that this Jack could live again, see the world again.

At first, only a shiver of light was my response. Then I heard a soft whisper.

"Thaw the ice."

I blinked, and heard it again.

"Thaw the ice."

I knew what I had to do. I used my love to thaw the ice. The oddest things happened at once.

First, Jack was being carried by thin air. Second, I felt as if that love I had given for the ice to thaw wouldn't come back to me. Like a part of my heart wasn't mine any longer.

10 Years Later

Anna burst into my study, anger plain on her face.

"Why do I always have to go to your meetings?"

Recently, I was assigned to meet with the king of the Southern Niles. Although Hans was nowhere near the throne, Anna was uncomfortable with attending that meeting. That was natural, especially with a young one on the way.

But how could I explain how I couldn't leave Arendell without feeling excruciating pain? Not easily, that was for certain.

I sucked in a breath and droned out my cover story.

"If I leave Arendell, I might be ambushed by those who think magic is a curse. And the laws of my country would not longer be in place."

Anna usually accepted the reasoning, but lately she was refusing, especially with my appearance refusing to age from that day at the pond. I shivered at the thought of that day, especially when I found out I was the only human who could see Jack. Not that I let him know that.

But I'd doubted whether or not I was human. Not only did I have ice powers, I didn't think I was meeting my parents for a long time.

Longer than nearly everyone on this planet.

Anna stared at me for a long time, until she spoke with a voice that was soft, yet full of coldness.

"What are you hiding from me?"

I closed my eyes, acting as if Anna was testing my patience.

"Nothing, Anna."

I frowned when I realized I sounded just like that day at the party. I prayed Anna hadn't noticed.

Luck wasn't on my side today.

"Yes you are! I can hear it in your voice. What aren't you telling me?"

That I don't die. That my ice magic is being shared. That a part of my heart no longer belongs to me.

That I killed someone.

"Anna, you and I both know that keeping something from you is futile. I understand that you don't want to go the Southern Niles. I'll just get someone to do it for you."

It satisfied Anna.

So much time went by. I locked myself up when I realized people would notice my lack of age. I watched Anna die. Then Kristoff.

Then I faked my own death.

But never once I thought that I would ever forget who I was. But I did. As I drifted in places, time, and events, I lost myself to the world around me, adapting to language differences, speech differences, and attitude differences.

Until I wasn't Elsa anymore. I was something different. I thought I couldn't ever be loved again. But I was wrong.

And that shocked the hell 'oughta me.

A/N: First crossover! This was just the Prologue by the way. That last sentence was sort of showing how Elsa's thoughts had changed over time from cultured to brittle.

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