Welcome to my first multi chapter Frozen Fic. Some sweet individuals over on tumblr hav encouraged and beta read this bad boy and its ready to go.
for all my usual readers i know this might not be your thing but if you could give a like and review, itll help me and the story out. But dont worry, theyll be plenty of my typical, humor, and blood to last you all.
In the mean time. On with the show.
Chapter 1: Even a man…
Queen Elsa considered herself a very compassionate and caring person. Once the gates had been opened a year and a half ago she made it her mission to get to know each individual of her kingdom. Man, woman and child. This of course led to her sister instating an "open door policy" for the castle where her citizens would come to air their grievances, or just say "Hi".
And it worked for a while... sort of… not really….
It was a total nightmare!
Granted there were some instances that Elsa and her sister, Princess Anna, were able to help. Fixing homes, helping out with farming, herding, and of course ice delivery with Kristoff. Even the snowman, Olaf, was helping out searching for lost pets. Although these were the issues that Elsa didn't mind, every other complaint sent a shiver down her spine. Not in a good way.
"I found a sandwich in the town square and I want to know why it didn't have mayonnaise on it!"
"The ocean is too blue."
"The cuts from the butchers aren't shaped like butterflies."
"Someone needs to check under my bed for monsters." And that one was from a grown man.
She sighed with a heavy roll of her eyes at herself in the mirror. "Yup. Exciting." After fixing her makeup it was time for her to think wardrobe. Standing before herself in her light blue underthings she decided something a bit professional. With a wave of her hand's, icy crystals formed over her body creating her typical teal blue sweetheart dress, with black turtleneck undershirt. Sure she wasn't crazy about this outfit, but sometimes these early morning meetings called for it.
She began to put her hair up when there came a series of knocks at her chamber doors. She shook her head with a smile. Judging by the knocking it was no mystery as to who it was.
"Come on in—"
Her sister Anna had already burst through the door, in a same style outfit as her sister, excitedly bouncing around Elsa's chambers with a stack of papers in her hands.
"Monday!" She exclaimed. "Are you excited?"
Elsa finished tying her hair off before turning around to face her sister with a modest, yet fake, smile. "Of course. Any opportunity I can get to serve my people." Wow that was so natural.
"Well we've got some good stuff today?" Anna jumped onto the nearby couch and started going through the papers. "Mister Thompson is here to talk about a leaky roof. Mister and misses Olson's neighbors are back to complain about the cats. Mister Sorensen is also back to tell us that the stuff on his roof tastes bitter, and misses Winny says the ocean waves are too loud."
Elsa died a little inside with each word her sister spoke. "Doesn't she live on the other side of the fjord?"
"Yup!" Anna jumped off the bed and handed the papers to Elsa. "And that's just the repeat customers."
Elsa"s fake smile began to waver, but not enough that her sister noticed. "Alright then."
She turned for the doors until Anna stopped her. "Ah, Ah, Ah, aren't you forgetting something?" Elsa let out a large groan causing Anna to playfully pat her on her shoulder. "Come on we do this every Monday."
"No, YOU do this every Monday, I just humor you."
"Well humor me one more time." Elsa rolled her eyes, but relented by two taking stacks of papers in her hands. Seeing that she was going along with it, Anna excitedly asked as if addressing a large crowd, "WHO'S GOT THE BEST KINGDOM IN THE WORLD?"
Elsa shook the papers over her head and dryly responded, "We do. We do."
"ALRIGHT!" With a fist pump Anna led her sister to the meeting hall.
-:0:-
"...all night long with his stupid trumpet playing! I'm about ready to smash it against a rock!"
"...I don't think that park should be for children."
"...their out there. In the trees. I've seen them. First they'll come for our sheep, then our children. Then our woman. Then our precious metals."
"...I know I'm not supposed to drink the sea water, but I did and now I have an infection. So what do you plan on doing about it."
"...I have a friend who thinks your very attractive...okay that friend is me."
"...if you don't do anything about those cats, I will!"
With half hearted smiles, the sisters waved as their latest appointments disappeared through the large double doors. Alone they both breathed a sigh of relief, slumping back into their chairs. Anna began fiddling with the papers on the table in front of her.
"I think that went really-"
"Anna I love you, but this whole 'open door' policy is not a very good idea, and if I have to hear another complaint, or something about cats, I'm going to freeze Arendelle again." She regretted the words as soon as she said them. Instantly her hands slapped over her mouth as Anna looked at her with complete shock.
"Wh-what?"
Elsa started sputtering. "I-I-I didn't-"
"You don't like our people coming to us with their issues?"
Elsa could feel the usual feeling of guilt begin to rear its ugly head. "Oh gods. No Anna. I-"
"PHEW!" Anna leaned back in her chair and threw up the remaining papers in her hands. "I thought I was the only one who couldn't stand these things."
Guilt melted away into confusion. "Wait? What?"
Anna started laughing excitedly. "I thought you actually LIKED doing these things, and I remember thinking 'I can't believe she can sit here with a smile on her face while they go on, and on, and on, and on, about stuff, and a few guys actually flirting with her'-"
"Anna?! Slow down! You hate these meetings?"
Anna turned in her chair to face her sister. "Are you kidding? At first it was a good idea, and I thought we were doing good, then all the sudden we get anti-trumpet people, and murderous cat people, and I started to hate it. I only kept it going, because I thought you liked it."
Elsa suddenly burst into laughter. Not just any laughter, but laughter that included snorting. "And I thought you loved these things!" Soon both sisters were laughing hysterically. "I mean, what exactly did she want us to do about the Olson's cats? Their like the sweetest, oldest people in the kingdom?"
Anna slowed her laughter for a moment. "Well we do live near the ocean, and I'm sure there's a bag around her somewhere."
Elsa gaped at her sister, giving her a playful tap on her shoulder. "Anna!" They both continued laughing until they were interrupted by someone knocking at the doors.
"Your majesty's?" Their servant, Gerda watched the singlings curiously. "Is everything alright?"
The two composed themselves. "Of course." Elsa managed to say between giggles. "Is that all for the day?"
"Please say yes." Elsa hushed her sister, but both started laughing again as if they were school children.
Gerda however had a warm smile on her face, allowing the sight before her to sink in. "As a matter of fact, you have one more appointment. Mister Joseph Thomas."
"Oh, the shepherd's boy. Well send him in." Gerda gave a small bow, and disappeared from the meeting hall. Elsa fought to maintain herself, but out of the corner of her eye, noticed that Anna was lost in thought. "What is it?"
"Ya know. Lil Joey Thomas isn't so Lil anymore."
Elsa, no longer amused, rolled her eyes at her sister. "Now, now. None of that."
"But why not?" Anna whined. "Come on Elsa, let me-"
Elsa fixed her sister with a firm stare. "Anna. No. I know you mean well, but no."
Anna was a bit taken aback. "I-I'm sorry."
Seeing her mistake, Elsa softened her tone. "I know, I know, but Anna I," before she could finish her thought a young man with shaggy brown hair, hair that looked like he tried to run his hands through it, a weathered tunic, and dirt stained arms and face, shuffled nervously into the meeting hall. "We'll talk about this later." She whispered before turning to him. "Hello Mister Thomas, what can we do for you."
Joseph Thomas held a hat gripped tightly in his hands and started wringing it nervously. "I don't mean to intrude, your majesty's, if this is a bad time-"
"Nonsense." Anna waved off his concerns. "We always have time for old friends." Beneath the table, Anna tapped her sisters leg with her foot, which earned her a harder tap from her sister, and continued back and forth until Joseph began to look concerned.
"What can we do for you? Mister Thomas." Elsa repeated after one more kick into her sisters shin.
"Um. You can call me Joey," he said with an awkward smile. "But, um, I'm here cuz, I think someone has been stealing our sheep."
Elsa leaned forward on the large table. "That's a pretty serious accusation Joey. Do you have any proof?"
He withdrew into himself as if he was in trouble for something. "Well… we just didn't think much of it at first. Ya know, wolves get in, take a few sheep, that's just kinda how it goes. But no matter how tough we make our fences, or how we try to scare them off, they just keep coming. Over the last few months more and more of our sheep are going missing."
The sisters watched him as he grew more quiet, now digging into one of his trouser pockets. "Last night a friend of ours went out into the woods to make sure them wolves didn't attack again." He removed from his pockets a tattered and bloody hat, similar to the one in his hands. "When he didn't come back I went looking, and I found this."
They stood from their chairs, looking at the hat with horror and anxiety. "Your sure it's his?" Elsa asked.
He nodded. "I gave it to him."
Anna looked from the hat back to her sister. "Elsa? What do you think?"
Elas examined the hat closely, but really she had no idea what she was looking for, she just had to appear like she knew what she was doing. She cleared her throat. "Give the hat to me. I'll give to our royal guards and send out a search party for your friend."
He did as he was asked. "If I may, can I join them. I mean, I know those woods pretty well after all."
Elsa thought for a moment. "Sure. In fact, we have our own expert on those mountains that should be able to help as well." She dismissed him, promising she would fetch him before her guards would leave, and once he had left she turned to Anna who was just as worried and anxious as she was.
"Wh-What's happened? We've never had something like this happen before."
Elsa looked down at the bloody hat in her hands. "I don't know. First things first we need to find his friend. Once he's found, we'll go from there."
Anna nodded. "By the way. Who's our expert?"
-:0:-
Kristoff tossed another of the more "lifeless" flowers aside, finally becoming satisfied with the bouquet of bright yellow flowers in his hands.
"What do ya think Sven? Will Anna love these?"
The reindeer pulling the sled, rolled his eyes with a snort. "I know this is the eighth time I've asked you. I just want it to be perfect and you know how much she loves yellow flowers. We have been in the mountains for a few days and I haven't seen her in awhile." He continued fiddling with the flowers until Sven started grunting with impatience. "Okay, okay fine, I'll set them down." True to his word he set them aside.
He leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands over his chest. "Are we there yet?" Thankfully he wasn't close enough that Sven could hit him with his antlers, otherwise he would have. "Well Can you blame me?" Sven grunted again. "What? You think distance would do us some good." The reindeer gave a small shrug with a short nod. "Yeah you're probably right. Distance does make the heart—". The sled suddenly stopped accompanied by Sven bucking and thrashing.
"Sven!" Kristoff jumped from the sled, grabbed onto the reins and attempted to calm his friend. "Woah, woah! What's gotten into you?"
As if understanding him perfectly, Sven settled down and motioned in the direction of some bushes off to the side of the trails. Following his line of sight, Kristoff moved his attention towards the bushes.
Gasping, falling backwards into Sven, he felt intense fear and disgust grip his insides bringing him close to vomiting.
Gagging He hopped back into the sled and kicked at the reins, "Come on! We have to tell Elsa, er, someone!" Sven breighed in acknowledgement and took off for the castle, leaving the bloody and rotted corpse behind.