A/N: I know, I know, me and my prologues. It certainly seems to be a thing with me, huh? Anyway, I just want to introduce my newest Frankenstein Cre- I mean, story. Yeah.

I got the inspiration for this from re-watching Frozen. Anna freezing solid and then thawing because of love is an awesome and very Disney-like thing to do, and it tied the story together nicely. I thought, 'How would I apply this to a different character, one arrived from a mysterious place?' Well.

Here's how!

Prologue: Outsider's Origins

Two weeks before the events of Frozen:

I was walking when I was… Killed? No, not killed, Pulled. There's a difference, see? When someone is killed, it could mean anything from a murder to an accident, to a rubber-chicken based prank gone horribly, horribly wrong. But when someone is Pulled, with a capitol P?

It means a whole lot more, and not only to said person.

I was walking, wandering without a destination in mind. I tended to enjoy simply walking, as it was relaxing to me in a way that sitting still never could be. I was always an active child, and even as, as my adoptive mother would put it, "A twenty-three year old GROWN ASS MAN!" I was always causing havoc. When I needed to cool down, I would walk along the road, the sound of car traffic a soothing constant background.

Normally, people would bother a person just 'walking', especially in the part of town I lived in. I... have a reputation for not taking shit, and I also don't look like an easy target. At Six-foot eight, I'm pretty tall, and my job as a UPS delivery boy keeps me in shape, as I load and unload my truck, and I always get the heavier stuff.

Mostly it's because I don't complain about it. Probably also because I AM pretty well muscled. I always liked archery, and shooting a 250lb draw bow requires you to NOT be a Nancy boy.

I can fire a 325lb draw without breaking a sweat. People call me a freak; I say, "So?"

I had been screwing around with my buddy earlier, doing very unwise things involving gasoline, packing peanuts, spray-paint and far too much lighter fluid. I had always been attracted to fire, and my family noticed. They said my degree of attraction was dangerous and unhealthy... That I would burn myself, or worse, kill myself if I kept it up.

I never did end up telling them that fire couldn't burn me, huh?

Yeah, I know I'm not normal. I could FEEL fire, as if it was part of me. I couldn't do anything with that feeling, there always seemed to be a sort of glass ceiling if I tried, but I could keep fire from harming things I had skin contact with enough concentration and the right frame of mind.

I showed my best buddy that today, trusting him with my life.

He stabbed me with his pocket knife and called me the anti-christ.

I put him in the hospital. I don't DO betrayal. Too much of that in my life already, didn't need any more.

Foster care is... Well. Could have been much worse, but it should have been better.

Thanks, world.

Anyway, after the hospital cleaned and stitched the clumsy stab wound, they released me. The police had come by and taken my statement, but didn't arrest me, as my 'buddy' was ranting about the anti-christ. Around a mouthful of lost teeth, and with two broken arms and three cracked ribs, but still. They thought he was on drugs or crazy and the case was clear self-defense, so… I was good to go, mental turmoil and all.

Hence the wandering.

And the Pull.

As I was walking, I never noticed the air chilling, becoming arctic and frigid. I don't feel the cold; why should I be bothered?

I DID notice the booming voice that brought me out of my stupor.

"MATHIAS IGNUS SLATEBORN!" boomed an unknown, reverberating voice.

I stiffened; I had told no-one my middle name, not even my ex-buddy. I had even gotten it changed from "Keagan", the original, as I felt almost incomplete without some reference to flame in my name. But that was beside the point; unearthly voice calling my full name, THAT had my full attention.

I looked up from my sulking and saw something I can never describe; I saw Life.

Not simply something living or someone showing some sort of ethereal peace or comfort, like most would expect.

No, I saw the embodiment of Life itself… and for as long as I live, I will never forget that beautiful, happy, ugly and terror-inducing sight.

I saw all of life, not just the happy parts. I saw what MY life would be, if I continued as I had; lonely, until I married who I would think was the love of my life, but when she found out about my 'fire thing', she ratted me out to the church.

Using gasoline and a lighter, in public.

I was killed later that day by my 'wife', wielding an executioner's axe while reciting the Lord's Prayer.

As I saw this, I realized that it was HAPPENING as I watched- I was separate from the 'me' I saw there. Then the Voice spoke.

"You are a unique individual, Mathias. A name meaning "Gift from God" yet killed and reviled as the Devil. A loner, but one who loves unconditionally. One with a locked, ancient power older than the earth itself."

I was fed up and scared, terrified really, but mostly confused, and it showed in my response.

"Yeah, so?" I spat irritably. "This 'power' never helped me, and I well know now that my name is a grand, celestial joke. So what happens now, mister Booming Voice? Huh? I go to see the reaper?"

The voice, when it spoke next, was amused. "No, child, you go to a fate different than any other- you go to a different world, sealed and awaiting the events that will reawaken you, and start the blaze of power in your soul. I am not unmerciful, and an existence like yours needs no unnecessary hardship. So, I shall give you the language of the world you go now into, the gift of Music, as well as a true place to start over. Persevere, Blaze Born, your journey has just begun."

Before I could say a word, a flare of light overwhelmed my vision, and everything… changed. I recognized that I was in a kneeling position, and that my clothes had changed. They were now steel armor, high quality that medieval knights would have worn. This was not a visual observation, though. It was simply a fact that intruded on my consciousness, the same as the sound and vague images of my surroundings. I grasped that I was hurtling down from a great height, and that I was inside a great sphere of obsidian. And then…

*KABOOM*

I was inside a crater, yards wide and fused to glass by heat. There I sat for a day, immobile and trapped in a sphere of volcanic rock, before a group mounted on horses came across me. Or my shell, whichever. They were cautious, at first, but soon came down to see what had hit the earth. They were surprised and pleased to see that it was a pure sphere of rock, and of unmatched beauty at that. I heard their discussion, and knew that my prison was going to be sent as a decoration to some King and Queen's castle, to reside in the throne room as a centerpiece.

Whoo-hoo, I get to be a pretty paperweight for the foreseeable future!

Also, King and Queen? Booming Voice sent me to the Dark Ages? Man, I'm gonna miss... Well, a lot.

As I was carted back, I noticed that my thoughts were slow and sluggish, almost drugged.

As the week passes, coming closer and closer to my new 'home', I realized that although the people around me spoke, and I understood, they were not speaking English.

I also noted that I never seemed to tire, like I didn't need sleep. I also noticed, deep in my mid, a heat slowly growing behind the glass barrier in my mind.

I chalked these facts up to the Voice. Again.

Once I arrived, two adults and two children in cloaks and crowns came out to receive their "gift".

If I still had a body, I would have had trouble picking my jaw up off the ground.

Elsa. Anna.

I was in Arendelle, a supposedly fictional universe.

Holy shit.