Chapter 1
You continue to traipse though the snow. Flurries of snowflakes come in all directions. You tug uncomfortably at the scarf that is wrapped around your neck, and covering your mouth. Heaving a muffled sigh, you remove the scarf from in front of your mouth. The cold didn't affect you, and you had no need for the garment, but you had a habit of wearing winter clothing outside, in case any humans found you, and began asking questions.
Who would find you out here, though? This must've been the biggest snowstorm you'd seen in your hundreds of years of existence. A mortal would be crazy to come out here.
Suddenly, intrigued, you notice the faint outline of a woman in the distance. She is hunched over, crying, and a man is raising a sword, intent on ending her life.
You gasp, shocked at the scene, and just as you are about to run to the aid of the blonde, a redheaded girl; who is possibly a few years younger than the blonde; leaps in front of the man, her hand outstretched.
You turn around momentarily. A bulky, blonde man is trying to find his way through the frozen, chaotic weather. You don't have time to wonder what all these humans are doing in the sub-zero weather. Using your inhuman speed, you dash to the man who is wielding the sword.
You barrel into him, snarling fiercely. The man lands a few feet away in the snow, and stares up at you, his eyes wide with fear.
"What are you?" he whispers, fearfully.
"I am your worst nightmare if you mess with me, buster," you snarl, eyes flaring with rage.
"I-I am Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles," he manages to stutter, regaining some dignity. You enclose your left hand around his neck, and slowly begin to squeeze.
"You cares?" you spat, poisonously. You are so tempted to end his life, then and there, but something in you stops you. You glance behind you at the blonde and redhead, and then glare back at Hans.
"We will continue this later," you say to him. You release him, but he's too scared to move. You could care less.
You rush to the blonde woman's side. She gasps, and looks up at you.
As if sensing your intentions, she says, "Save my sister."
"Of course," you say, and bow/curtsy. Something about her just screams that she has the right to such respect.
You walk to the redhead, and then effortlessly pick her up. She shudders, and curls up into you, but recoils slightly upon discovering that you are not much warmer than the winter weather.
If anything, you're much, much colder.
You feel the redhead's forehead. "There is still life in her. I can save her, but we don't have much time."
"Do what you must," the blonde woman says to you.
"Elsa?" the redhead asks, her tone soft and weak.
"You're gonna be alright, Anna," the blonde, Elsa, replies. She looks up at you, uncertainly.
"She will be okay," you say. Then, you walk off with Anna into the snowstorm.
Once you are away from human eyes, you begin running at your full speed to Arendelle
