A new story I cooked up. This will be maybe ten chapters. I am not sure how often I will update due to my other MCs. Please review and enjoy!
Prologue
In her icy palace atop the North mountain, Elsa was looking around at her handiwork with a mix of pride and pain. The very walls seemed to remind her of the horror on the faces of those who had found out about her... power. She explored the rooms, enjoying her high observation platform, and the two bedrooms. The first was obviously her own, the ice swooping around a circular white bed in the center. Curious she put her hand on the blanket, wondering what it could be, and found a blanket of snow. Curiosity got the better of her and she jumped into it, sinking into a snow cocoon. Anna would have loved it. Else closed her eyes against the tears. She didn't care that she had lost her throne, her home, or even her people. But she did care that she had lost Anna. But it was for the best, that moment when she had almost killed Anna had been burned into her brain. Else turned to her side and closed her eyes listening to the wind rushing through the ice, like wind chimes during the summer.
Oaken was sitting in his mountain cabin and shop, eyeing the snow outside when he was surprised to have his door opened. He looked over the girl, frozen, and obviously not dressed for the sudden snowstorm outside. But she looked like a good sort, so he tried to offer her the best he had. She took the clothes, and was convinced to warm up in the sauna before resting in his spare bedroom. Not a moment after the girl had gone into the sauna did another poor soul walk through his door.
This one was larger, and could almost be mistaken for a snow monster. But the snow burnt skin around his eyes gave him away. He tried to be nice to the man, tried to help him out, but the man insisted on paying so little for the last supplies in the winter stock. Than the man had the audacity to call him a crook. Right to his face. Angry he grabbed the man by his hood and through him out in the snow. Oaken couldn't resist slamming the door behind him to make a point. The lovely girl from earlier poked her head out from the sauna, but he reassured her that all was well.
In the stables, Kristoff set down his guitar and grinned at Sven. Sven nuzzled against him for a moment before lying down next to the hay that Kristoff had claimed as his bed for the night. He lay there for a moment, contemplating the magic coming from the North mountain. It was similar to what he had seen in his childhood, a trail of ice off a horse. And while he wanted to help the people of Arindelle, he was far more intrigued as to the source of the ice. It was beautiful and pure. Breathtakingly clear. He felt himself slip into dreams of clear ice, and snowflakes dancing around his head.
Anna couldn't help but shift uncomfortably in the bumpy bed of the cabin. The man who owned the store, Oaken, had provided her a bed for the night complimentary. Which was incredibly nice of him. But Anna found herself comparing this small room to her own at the castle. The one she had to leave because of Elsa. If Elsa had only told her about her powers. Maybe she could have done something. She shouldn't have shot off the handle at the news about her and Hans. What did she expect? That Anna would always hidden behind all the closed doors? Images of the gentle faced Hans floated behind her eyes as Anna finally drifted off to sleep with plans to find Elsa in the morning and make her take back her ice.
In the darkening twilight Olaf lay among the snow and took in the breathtaking site above him. So many stars blinked and winked down at him, and in them he saw images of Elsa; his creator; of hugs; and of summer. Before going to sleep, some rabbits had whispered about it being summer. But Olaf was not fooled. This was not summer, this is winter. And winter has beautiful skies. And if these were winter skies, Olaf couldn't wait to see what summer skies looked like.
Please let me know what you think!