Prologue


The Kingdom of Arendelle 1845


The night rushed around the royal family as they galloped into the night. The events following the morning had taken Elsa into a place she never wanted to be again. Her father often called it her "Ice Box". She'd only ever been there once, when she was little and she'd thrown a major tantrum, covering the room in ice. After that, her magic would be impossible to control, unruly and untamable as the wind. This night was much like that. As the little princess watched her family gallop away into the night, seeking help and solace from the rocks in the valleys, she replayed in her mind what had happened.

It had been innocent, fun, Anna had woken her up even earlier then usual.

"The skies awake, so Im awake, so we have to play!"

She had claimed, and Elsa couldn't blame her, the northern lights were fascinating, but at three in the morning, not so much. And Elsa had almost gotten rid of Anna when she'd asked to play the one game that Elsa couldn't refuse, snowman building.

They had rushed downstairs, trying to keep quiet, and into the main ballroom, with windows high enough to reach the northern lights, or so Anna claimed. They played all their favorite games, fort building, iceskating, Olaf building, sliding down ice slides, and finally they came to Annas favorite. She called it tickle bumps. A game where Elsa would conjure up mounds of snow with her magic, each time going a little higher, a little faster. But Anna had been getting too good.

As the princess had tried to keep up with her sister, she'd lost her balance, falling to the ground. She cried out for her sister to slow down, but it was too late, Anna had already jumped. Elsa hastily fired a ball of snow, trying to get something soft underneath her falling sister, but instead, the snowball had hit her sister in the face, knocking her out as she tumbled to the ground.

"Mama! Papa!" Elsa had screamed, crying already, fearing the worst. She heard the banging on the door minutes later as her parents tried to get through the frozen wood. What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? Elsa rocked Anna back and forth in her arms as the dream world around them fell to dust. Her parents finally broke through the doors and came running.

"Elsa what have you done?!" Her father cried, Elsa couldn't say anything as she handed Anna off to her mother," This is getting out of hand," He said

"She's ice cold," Her mother had said, her face turning white in fear.

"I know where we have to go." The king had announced," Stay here, Ill be right back."

"Mama! Im so sorry, I didn't mean it, this is all my fault!" Elsa cried, looking at her sisters unmoving form.

"No Elsa," Her mom cooed," Shhh, snowflake, its ok, its all going to be ok." She moved Anna over so that her other daughter could crawl into her lap.

"No its not! Papas going to hit me! He's mad, remember last time?!" Elsa cried hysterically, recalling the last time her powers had gotten out of hand. Thankfully, she hadn't gotten lost in the Ice Box then.

"No my princess, it'll be alright, Ill protect you." Elsa had clung to those words as her father had thrown her into her room and locked the door behind him.

Now, looking out upon the night, she could almost see what a terrible future lie in wait.


The Forests of Arendelle


The horses slowed to a stop as the royals neared the valley. The parents jumped off and tied their uneasy horses up, in the distance, wolves could be heard howling, and not even the hasty gait of the two could quench their fear of being in the open. They stopped in the center of a big valley, surrounded by boulders and rocks.

"Please! Help! Its my daughter!" The king called out, and as the words left his mouth, the rocks rolled and shifted, revealing the faces of trolls clad in moss and grasses.

"Its the king!" A steady wave of awe passed through the crowd, followed by a reverential silence. A path cleared in the center of the crowd, and in it rolled a stone, it popped up into a boulder with a big mass of hair, and eyes that seemed to hold the answers to everything.

"There is strange magic here." He said, peering down at Annas figure, he lifted his head into the air." Where is the cryomancer?"

"My other daughter?" The queen corrected, but with a question in her tone. The troll gave a solemn nod, and took the queens question as a yes.

"Listen here, Your Majesties." He beckoned them closer, projecting an image into the sky of a blue woman swirling beautiful magic with a crowd of people staring adoringly," Your daughter has great power. But with it comes great responsibility. If she cannot control it, there will be chaos." The image suddenly blurred, the image transformed and the crowd suddenly turned inward, jumping in on the blue girl, the picture vanished with the queens horrified gasp.

"She can learn to control it Im sure," The king said confidently," Do what you must to save her." He nodded to the red head in the Queens arms.

"I recommend we remove the memory of the cryomancer from her mind altogether." He said, swirling pictures of memories of Anna and Elsa playing together, laughing, crying, and made them disappear.

"She won't remember Elsa?" The queen asked, stepping forward, her husband put a hand on her shoulder.

"Its for the best." He said, trying to sound reassuring

"His majesty is right," The troll agreed," Overtime the girl would begin to see her sister the way she had before this... incident, the physical borders blocking out the memories would be pushed, it would cause her physical pain, do you want that?"

"Of course not," The queen said, cross," But..."

"Aidya," The king cut in, firm this time," Its for the best." He repeated the words, a dark shadow crossing his face.

"What will we tell Elsa?" Aidya pulled her now smiling daughter close, fear poisoning her words.

The king rose," Anna didn't make it, we couldn't save her."