(The following is a non-profit fan-fictional crossover. Frozen and The Haunted Mansion are property of Disney)

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- Chapter 1 -

Welcome, Foolish Mortals

Have you ever seen a haunted house? You know the kind I'm talking about; that old dark house that was usually at the end of a dimly-lit street. The owners haven't been seen for years and no one really knew why. The house appeared to be roughly over three-stories high and was about in-between thirty-five to forty feet. The appearance and design of the old house indicated that it was built somewhere in the early 1800's and was inspired by Victorian architecture. The windows were broken and boarded, and the shutters hung loose on their hinges.

The trees had grown wild, their branches brushed against the sides of the withering building, making strange noises in the night. There was also a high vine-covered fence that simply surrounded around the property. Was it there to keep somebody out? Or was it there to keep something inside? It was a house that people avoided walking past at night. Strange noises came from within the walls, and it was said that eerie lights had been seen both in the attic window and in the graveyard at the side of the house.

Our story revolves around this mysterious mansion.

On a night not long ago, two teenagers were walking home from a date. The night was cool; lightning rode through the sky. The wind began to blow, and the lightning cracked again. Thunder rolled against the dark, cloudy heavens above, and changed this pleasant evening into a night to remember. Anna held Kristoff's hand tightly as they began to walk faster down that dark street. Kristoff Bjorgman appeared to be a fine young man and he was about twenty-one years of age.

He had blond hair and brown eyes, and he had a rugged-looking appearance. He was dressed in some casual clothing and he was six feet and six inches tall. Anna Agdarsdotter herself was rather young as well and she appeared be only a few years younger than Kristoff, making her eighteen years old, and she was five feet and eight inches tall. She had hazelnut-brown hair that was braided into pigtails and her eyes were blue.

The lightning struck again, and illuminated the front of the old mansion. It began to rain. Kristoff and Anna ran toward the old house, through the seven foot iron gate, and onto the front porch for protection.

Protection? If only they had known...

"Oh, Kristoff," Anna said almost despairingly. "Look at that rain come down. We'll never get home on time." Kristoff merely gave her comforting pat on the shoulder to try and cheer her up and spoke in a positive tone.

"Sure we will," he responded. "It's not quite midnight." The young man looked at their surroundings and shook his head. "This old porch isn't going to keep us dry though." As Anna sat at the top of the stairs of the porch, gazing into the wet weather that came from the clouds above, she heard a twisting noise from behind and looked around to see what it was. She saw that Kristoff was doing something and she raised a confused eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a worried tone.

"I'm trying to get the front door to open," her boyfriend answered. "Nobody lives here. We can wait inside until the storm is over." Anna looked at him as if he did something foolish. She then shook her head and crossed her arms.

"Not me," she spoke defiantly. "I'm not going inside that old house. I'd rather stay out here and get wet." Right at the moment she finished that last sentence, Kristoff had finally got the door to unlock and pulled it open. But as it did open, it made a rather annoying creaking sound as it moved. Kristoff smiled.

"There we go," he said. He then turned his gaze over at Anna, who continued to sit on the front porch with her arms crossed. She really did not like anything that was remotely creepy-looking, and Kristoff knew this. Weather it'd be scary movies and such, she would always find herself covered beneath her blanket and holding her boyfriend's hand to try and feel safe. Kristoff would sometimes try to help her get over her fears, and that was exactly what he was going to do now.

"Come on, don't be scared," he said. Anna then slowly turned her gaze over to her boyfriend and then over to the opened door that led into the dark abyss ahead. Kristoff caught this and smiled.

"I'll light a match," he spoke with a light sigh. He then reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out a small matchbox. He then grabbed a matchstick and stroke it against the side of the box and it lit up with ease. However, doing so had lit up the darkened room that he began to enter into. Anna decided to follow him inside closely, deciding that she did not want to stay outside alone by herself.

Here, they gazed all around the interior and the decor of the mansion.

The room they were now in appeared to be an old Victorian style foyer that was dimly lit, thanks to the matchstick in Kristoff's hand. They looked up and saw that a large chandelier hung high up from the ceiling. There were two staircases that descended up to the second floor and they were both located to the far left and right sides of the foyer, leaving space for an open and yet empty corridor that stood in-between the two stairs on the first floor in front of the pair.

Kristoff and Anna then saw a large, oval-shaped clock that stood up above the mouth of the corridor and in-between the top of the stairs. What they also saw that stood on each side of the clock were two stone statues of scantily-clad hooded women that both held unlit candelabrums in each hand. There were large rugs that covered the entire floor and they all looked like a mixture between European and Middle Eastern.

Everywhere around the foyer, there was not a single object that was left untouched by cobwebs, be it between the walls and ceilings, the statues, the small wooden chair that stood next to the mouth of the corridor, and the purple colored tapestry that hung on the right side wall. The pair looked at all of this with confused looks.

"Well, I'll be," Kristoff muttered. "This house is still full of furniture. It's as though someone still lives here."

"There's a candelabra," Anna said, pointing to a nearby table to her left. "Light some candles." Kristoff nodded his head and lit three of the candlesticks on the candelabra. He then blew the lit match and tossed it aside, and grabbed the candelabrum holding it in his right hand. Right when he did so, a voice suddenly boomed across the room and spoke in a low yet chilling voice that would cause all hairs to stand up on all ends.

"Good evening," it said. Kristoff and Anna were startled by this and they both nearly jumped. Confusion and a hint of fear began to creep into them.

"Who s-said that?" Anna asked in a concerned yet trembling voice. Kristoff himself began to feel a tad nervous and swallowed a dreadful lump that appeared in his throat.

"I-I think it c-came from those marble statues," he said. Anna then let out a small gasp as many thoughts began to run through her head. What if this place wasn't abandoned? What if this was one of those old abandoned houses that was from the horror movies? What if this place was filled with... with... gh-

"Kristoff, let's get out of here!" she pleaded, not wanting to stay here anymore. Kristoff complied and began to make their way out. But, once after they turned around, the front door suddenly slammed shut in front of their faces. Their hearts nearly burst from their chests at this and Kristoff grabbed the door knob. To both of their shock, the knob didn't twist and was firmly unmoved. With all of his strength, Kristoff tried to twist the knob hard and push the door open, but to no avail.

"I can't get it open!" he exclaimed starting to feel a sense of fear and panic. And so, he finally let go of the knob and Anna held his left arm tightly as they gazed around the foyer, afraid of what was going to happen next. But then, the ghostly sounding voice from earlier spoke again.

"When hinges creak in doorless chambers," it began, in a low and resonant tone, "and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls, whenever candlelight's flicker, where the air is deathly still, that is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight. Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your... ghost host." The voice then moved from the direction of the marble statues from the top of the stairs and spoke from a different location.

"Kindly step this way," it went on. "There is no turning back now. I promise, you will not be harmed... but you will not be released until you take a tour of my home. We have so few visitors... live ones, that is." The voice then let out a low, bone chilling cackle that echoed around the foyer, a cackle that caused Kristoff and Anna to have cold shivers that went down their spines and their hearts began to beat really fast.

They couldn't move, and they could barely utter a single word. They were just so frozen in fear. Frozen in absolute terror at what they had just came into. At this point, people would've told them to best start believing in ghost stories, because right now, they seem to be in one. Anna held Kristoff's left arm so tight that you could barely see the white from her knuckles.

And then, from the far left side corner of the their eyes, a door slowly slid open from the left and saw that it led to another room that was away from the foyer. They both looked at each other and then back at the opened door.

"Our tour begins here, in this... ghostly gallery," the Ghost Host suddenly spoke. Kristoff and Anna, too frightened to find a way out, obeyed their host's voice, and entered through the opened door that led them into the cantle-lit gallery. The gallery was a large room and was octagonal shaped. Its walls were covered with paintings, four of them to be exact. As Kristoff and Anna entered the room, the door slid shut with a loud slam and firmly locked itself, keeping the two teens from escaping. This had caused them both to jump yet again and a yelp came out of Anna's lips. The young girl felt like she was going to cry and held Kristoff's hand tightly.

"Kristoff," she began in a dreaded tone. "We shouldn't have come here! I... I'm scared." Truth be told, Kristoff was quite frightened himself. But he dared not show it in front of his girlfriend and tried to be brave as possible, with little success. He then gazed around the gallery and realized that something was wrong. Something very and terribly wrong.

"I don't see a way out!" he said. "There are no doors, not even a window!"

"Here, in this gallery, you see rare paintings," the Ghost Host began. "Paintings of some of our residents as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state." Upon hearing this, the two teens looked up at the four paintings;

The first painting was of a young girl holding an umbrella. The second was of an elderly woman holding a rose close to her side. The third was of a man wearing a bowler hat with his arms crossed and had a confidant look on his face. And the forth painting was of an old man dressed in a well-made suit, holding a piece of paper as if he was about to give a grand speech.

But then, something very strange suddenly happened. Something strange and horrifying. What they saw around them caused Kristoff and Anna to be very confused and very frightened at the same time.

They both looked up and saw that the ceiling above slowly began to rise higher. It was very hard to believe. And not only that, they noticed that the paintings themselves began to change along with the room as well, and they slowly began to reveal things that shook the pair to the very core.

The first painting revealed the girl with the umbrella to be standing in the middle of a fraying tightrope, and below her awaited the wide open jaws of a hungry alligator, as if it was waiting for her to fall down and so it can eat her. The second painting revealed the old woman with the rose to be sitting on top of a tombstone, while below the tombstone was a marble bust with an axe imbedded in its head. The third painting revealed the bowler hat man to be sitting on the shoulders of a frightened-looking man, who sat on the shoulders of a third man who was waist-deep in quicksand, an expression of terror on his face. And lastly, the fourth painting revealed the well-dressed old man to be standing on top of a barrel of dynamite where a lit fuse was dangerously close.

This entire thing was so much to process for Kristoff and Anna. It was as if this gallery was revealing the grim and horrible fates of the residents in the paintings. However, they were so busy looking at the paintings that they hadn't noticed that the ceiling was much higher than before. How could this all be possible? Was this merely a trick? Was this all in their heads? Were they both imagining that this room was... was...

"Even in this flickering gloom," the resonant voice of the Ghost Host suddenly spoke again, "your cadaverous pallor, betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, mmm? Your logic says 'No, this is just a hallucination. A trick of the eye.' Then look about you and examine everything carefully. Your logic cannot deny it and so you must consider this dismaying observation that this chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

The host then let out a bloodcurdling laugh, a laugh that boomed all around the stretched out gallery, which caused the two kids to recoil in absolute fear and fright. It was as if the Ghost Host enjoyed watching the sight of their horror-filled expressions and the terror that gripped their very souls. If only they knew what was about to happen next. And so, after calming down from his own maniacal laughter, the voice of the Ghost Host spoke the next words which would officially begin tonight's tour of terror.

"Of course, there is always... my way... "

And just like that, the stretched out gallery suddenly went black, and the sound of thunder filled the air. And along with it came a terrible, bone-chilling scream that echoed around the room.


Well, guys. I hope that you all enjoyed the first chapter of my story. Next week, I will post the second chapter on Tuesday. For now, have a good day. :)