Coruscant, Capital World of the Galactic Republic,
Elsa balanced vertically on her hands, concentrating on the floating objects in the room, while her master stood vigil over her. The blood rushing to her head made it increasing difficult to concentrate. Instinctively, her master sensed this.
"Be mindful of your thoughts, young one, allow the Force to guide you."
There was always a whimsical sort of melancholy to Master Ki-Adi Mundi's voice that Elsa found calming.
"Yes, Master."
Elsa inhaled through her nostrils, paused for a second, a released a long sigh from her mouth, exhaling in an attempt to clear her mind. She closed her eyes, and she saw them again. Just like in her dreams.
Her parents, crying out for her, in pain.
In that moment, she lost her balance and fell, bringing all the floating objects down with her.
Master Mundi shook his large head, wearing a sad expression as Elsa regained her footing.
"You are uneasy, My Apprentice. Something burdens you, I sense it."
Elsa looked up to her masters' face. Most Cereans were tall due to their elongated cranium, but Master Mundi would still tower above Elsa without it.
"I've been having dreams. About my family back home. But that is no excuse for failing you, Master. I am sorry."
Another voice answered her. "Through our failings, it is, that we learn to better ourselves, young Padawan."
Elsa looked to the doorway, now opened, and saw a small, green being standing there, with long ears and a walking stick. Both she and Master Mundi bowed deeply.
"Master Yoda."
"Nightmares, you have had, yes? About your parents."
Elsa was bewildered, but then remembered Master Mundi's teachings. Her thoughts betrayed her. Remember, conceal, don't feel.
"Yes, Master."
Yoda sighed as he walked towards her.
"Premonitions, I fear they were."
Now Elsa let her confusion show. "Master?"
"Died, your parents have. In a shuttle crash."
Elsa's world crashed around her. The last memory she had of her parents was them weeping as Master Mundi took her away from home at the age of 4. It was extremely unusual, given her advanced age, most Jedi were taken as babies. But Elsa had a high midi-chlorian count, which was exceeded by only on Jedi Knight.
They wept for their lost little girl. That was her final memory of them.
And now they were gone. In her grief, another terrible thought crossed her mind.
Anna. Her sister was all alone now.
Sensing her inner turmoil, Master Mundi placed a hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort her.
"Your sister will be safe, Elsa. Do not feel sorrow, or sadness. Take joy in knowing your parents are one with the Force now."
"Listen to your Master, young one. For beings of light, we are. Not these fleshy prisons. Transcended, your parents have. Free, they are."
Elsa heard but did not listen. Instead, repeated her mantra, over and over again in her mind: "Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel."
She breathed in deep, and let out a ragged breath, trying to calm herself.
"Masters, may I make a request?"
Master Mundi and Yoda looked at each other.
"To your home, you wish to return."
"Yes, Master Yoda."
The little green master stroked his chin, looking pensive, before addressing the young Jedi again. "So be it."
Elsa bowed to both Master Mundi and Master Yoda, and exited the room. She walked briskly to her room, and locked the door behind her once she entered it. Unable to contain herself anymore, she let loose a terrible scream, simultaneously knocking her bed across the room. She slid down her bedroom door, wrapping her arms around her legs, and allowed the tears and sobs to flow.
"Much uncertainty, I sense in her. Much fear, and sadness. Tested, she will be. Tempted, by the dark side."
"Do you believe that the Sith orchestrated this to bring her away from the Temple?"
Yoda nodded to Master Mundi "The dark-side surrounds these events. The doings of the Sith, these are."
"Why would they do this?"
"That reason, unclear it remains."
Arendelle, Homeworld of Jedi Padawan Elsa and Queen Anna.
Anna sat on a large ornate throne. Arendelle's palace was practically identical to Naboo's, down to the decor, and general architecture. She sat in the large room, surrounded by her council.
Her thoughts dwelled on her sister. She should be here. She should be Queen, not her. All Anna wanted to do was to get as far away from the Palace as possible.
"-Queen Organa has sent her sincere condolences, and says that Alderaan will always welcome any of the Arendellian Royal Family."
"What about my sister?"
Governor Kai sighed.
"Your Highness, we sent a communiqué to the Jedi Council, but we have yet to hear back. Seeing as she already missed the funeral, I doubt she will be returning.
If I may say so, it is likely she has all but forgotten about her life here. That is the way of the Jedi, I fear, Your Highness."
Anna cast her eyes downward, unwilling to show her council how they had watered.
"What other business must we address?"
Kai beamed. "Ah, yes Your Highness. There is the business of you official coronation as Queen."
Unknown Planet in the Outer Rim
He sat at the long table, his black hood casting a shadow over his face, concealing his identity.
Across the table sat the wizened, poised figure of Count Dooku, or Lord Tyrannus, as he called him.
And at the head of the table sat the hologram of Lord Sidious, the Master of them all.
"You understand your mission, Lord Verraad?"
"Yes, my Master. I will bring both Princesses into the fold. They will join us or die."
"Good. The future of the Sith is paramount."
Dooku was next to speak up, clearing his throat.
"Master, it would be negligent of me to not mention Bane's Rule of Two: There can be only two Sith Lords. A Master and an Apprentice. And those roles are already exceeded, with our…friend here."
The young man chuckled. "You forget, Lord Tyrannus. I am merely a Sith Inquisitor. I am not a Lord. Yet."
There was extra menace laced to his final word.
In truth, the young man enjoyed irritating Dooku. He even mastered the counts form, and used a curved lightsaber hilt, arguably better than the Count did.
He had trained to be a Sith all his life. Dooku was just a Jedi who turned Sith. Oh, how he looked forward to the day he could kill the old crow and assume his rightful title of "Darth".
"Fear not, Lord Tyrannus. The Princesses will be trained as Inquisitors, not Lords. However, they will have their uses, as well as being possible replacements should I grow weary of your inadequacies. Is that clear?" Sidious spoke in his usual monotone voice.
The young man smiled.
"Now go, Lord Verraad. Your shuttle, and destiny, awaits.
The young man rose and bowed to the hologram. "Yes, my Master."
As he walked from the conference room, Dook caught a glimpse of the man under the hood.
He was practically a boy, with no outstanding features, save his yellow and red eyes.
And auburn sideburns.
For those who don't know, The Rule of Two is a Sith doctrine that has been passed down for nearly 1000 years, since Darth Bane. It states that there can only be 2 Sith Lords: A Master, and an Apprentice. However, it states nothing about Sith Inquisitors or assassins. For example, Sidious trained Darth Maul while he was still the apprentice of Darth Plagueis, because Maul was not a Lord,he was a Sith assassin. It was only after the death of Plagueis that Maul became a Sith Lord, thus adhering to the rule of Two.
Also, the reason I haven't labelled this as a crossover is because this is a story about the Frozen characters in the Star Wars universe. The Star Wars characters may have moments, but this is a Frozen story.