Author's Notes:

I'm not sure if this prompt has been written before, but it was too funny to pass up.

Disclaimer: Frozen Copyright Disney (2013)

TO MEOW OR NOT TO MEOW

Queen Elsa gracefully walked down a hallway, one of many in her castle. She was attempting to find her sister, but alas her efforts were in vain. Sighing, she opened another door, hoping against hope that her sneaky sister might finally be ensnared in her own game. But no, she wasn't there either.

Her shoulders slumped as her stomach growled. Lunchtime was soon. Anna! Where are you? Then, she saw it. A curious glowing in the corner of the room.

She drew closer to investigate the interesting, green light. She found it spilling from a partially opened box. So, she opened it.

Inside was a little figurine of a black cat, its eyes glowing green. Amazed at what magic the little statue might hold, she picked it up and looked into its eyes.

Then, she felt her head begin to spin.

And all went dark.

Slowly, her eyes opened, adjusting themselves to the light spewing into the room. She shook her head and gradually sat up off the ground. How she got there, she didn't remember. She was looking for Anna, then… nothing. She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, faintly growling when she absolutely couldn't remember anything after that. Huffing in annoyance, she went to work stretching her rested body. Oh, I really needed that. She purred in contentment.

Done with her stretching, she elegantly walked over to the window. But she didn't remember it being that high from the ground. Oh, well. She turned towards the door and intended to leave. But, the door was much bigger than she remembered also. She tilted her head in confusion, her nose scrunching in irritation. Is this another one of Anna's pranks? She mentally shrugged and raised her paw to her lips. She began to groom her fur as she considered the room's strange dimensions.

That was when it hit her; right as her tongue was paused mid-stride across her furry, clawed paw. She took note of the snowy-white fur all over her forearm before promptly blacking out for the second time that day.

Queen Elsa strolled cautiously along the edges of the hallway. It had been an hour since she woke up… again. With some ingenuity and luck, she managed to get the door open. Inwardly, she cringed at the mess the maids would have to clean up when they discovered her many failed escape attempts.

Since then, however, she had been working on a plan. And so far all she had was to find Anna, then figure out how to turn back into a hu-normal. She darted around a corner, her fluffy, white fur almost glistening under the sunlight pouring through the windows. Her piercing, blue eyes searched through every opening. Of all the days for Anna to go missing! She bristled her little whiskers in annoyance, batting her tail violently against a chair leg.

Another frustration afflicting her that day was the decidedly cat-like impulses she kept getting. On top of everything else this business was already upsetting, she couldn't go five minutes without-Oh my gosh, is that…?

A colorful blur landed on a nearby windowsill, followed by a sweet melody. Elsa licked her whiskers in excitement. It is! She sank down to the ground, and crawled closer to her prey. The innocent bird continued its happy song without a care in the world. In position, she stretched out her limbs, blood flowing through her veins at the thrill. Yum! Wait. No! What am I doing!? She slunk back away from the merry little bird. What's wrong with me!? Why would I do that to something so innocent? She stole a glance at the singing morsel and her stomach growled in protest. She debated until the bird was bringing its song to a climactic ending. But by then she knew it was futile. What the cat wants, the cat gets. I couldn't keep it in. Heaven knows I tried… In one quick motion, she sprung forward with her claws outstretched. But she overshot her target.

The bird was momentarily startled by the torpedo of snowy fur and frightened mews before it shrugged and started up another song.

Trudging out of a pile of garbage-conveniently placed garbage at that-she ruffled her fur in aggravation. Foiled… by a bird of all things. Then, an awful smell made her whiskers nearly droop. Is… is that m-me!? In a frantic motion, she set about grooming every bit of fur she could. Ick! Oh gosh. Who leaves this stuff laying around!? She saw mold right where she was previously sprawled out from her landing. I'm gonna be sick.

After several minutes, and much more internal dialogue, she still looked like a wreck. But at least she was groomed; basically a graceful cat… that desperately needed a bath. She shivered in disgust.

She walked around the castle courtyard, taking in her surroundings. Everything definitely looks different from this angle. Then, she heard it.

A growl of murderous intentions.

Swiftly, she trotted to the nearest tree and scrambled upward. Looking down she saw at least three dogs, their eyes filled with hungry rage. Then, the barking started and her earth-shattering fear was replaced with unending misery. I'm gonna get a headache at this rate. She turned toward the perpetrators. Shut up!

From a distance, a random bystander amusedly watched on as a lone white cat angrily sat hissing and clawing the air on the topmost branch of a tree, while three dogs did everything they could to, in vain, fulfill their homicidal bloodlust.

I swear if you don't stop, I'll… I'll-That's right! Smirking, she began hopping from limb to limb, making her way to the ground. The closer she got the more careless she acted, feigning slips and startled mews. She inwardly applauded herself when two dogs, caught up in the excitement of the hunt, jumped up and knocked each other sideways. Then, she reached the last branch, and tantalizingly shifted across it to the very end, the wood bowing just a little under her weight.

But her smirk faltered, and her paws slipped. She saw the dogs pause in shock before they swarmed in a mindless frenzy. Gotcha! She swished her tail toward them, her smirk bared victoriously.

After a few minutes of taunting her opponents, she made her way back toward the castle. Behind her, three dogs, their paws frozen solid to the ground, howled in defeated and shame, being foiled… by a cat.

Eventually, she made it back inside and started straight toward her room. Before she found her sister, she most definitely needed to bathe. But as she considered the problem of drawing water and actually performing the act of bathing, her body froze up in shock as a loud squeal sounded through the hall.

Cautiously, she turned around, her body sinking to the ground. At the end of the hall, a woman took off running in her direction, a bright red bun bobbing up and down with each step. Before Elsa could even think of an escape route, she found herself trapped in the iron-grasp of her sister. Anna, no, please… wait! I need a-

"Kitty! Oh, you look so adorable!" The cat in her arms squirmed continually, while she tried to soothe it, caressing its fur with her free hand. "It's ok." The cat stilled.

Elsa purred, happy mews escaping her without thought. Then, she felt her sister stiffen.

"Ick! What is in your fur!?" She held the white cat at arm length.

The fluffy ball of fur looked at her with a blank face and mewed. I tried to tell you, Anna.

"Ugh, someone definitely needs a bath." The cat reached out a paw and gently bopped her nose. "It'll be alright. Just a little water. Nothing to be afraid of."

"Mew?"