Okay. So here is the first part of the fan fic. It's a prologue, and will tell the story of a character that will be introduced into the world of Frozen. We get to see our favorite snowsisters in Chapter 1, where all the fun begins.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a kingdom. It was an ordinary kingdom with ordinary people. The kingdom was ruled by a lovely, beautiful queen and a fair, just king. They watched over the land and the people with great joy and great happiness. There was no one in the kingdom, however, who was happier than a young farm boy named Espen. He was 15 and the happiest of souls, living and working on his grandparent's farm, and spending his lazy afternoons with his lifelong best friend Freya.

The boy and girl had been friends since they were very young, and did everything together. Years flew by and the young Espen turned 18 and inherited his grandparent's farm. Freya had flowered into a beautiful young woman, and Espen had grown into a strong young man. As the years had passed, their friendship blossomed into something more and they fell in love. Espen's life may seem ordinary, but something was special about him, something very special. It was something that only he knew about; not his grandparents, and not even Freya.

For you see, Espen had power over ice and snow. He could control it. He could make it snow on a hot summer's day or freeze over the nearby lake. He loved his powers for they made him who he was and made him unique. Upon asking Freya to marry him, he shared this precious secret with her, for any future children they could have would likely inherit the magic as well. He was understandably nervous, but Freya took the news exceedingly well and loved him just the same. Life in the kingdom continued happily as Espen and Freya anxiously awaited the day of their marriage.

That is, until one fateful day.

A beautiful but wicked sorceress cursed the king's land in return for the broken heart he gave her in his youth. The kingdom panicked as drought and famine swept across the land. Disease spread like wildfire and people contracted it left and right. The king saw what was happening to his people and was just about to leave to plead with the witch to undo it all, when the queen fell ill. Upon this occurrence, he raced against time to bring back the witch. He pleaded and pleaded with her, but she said there was nothing he could do to save his wife, and nothing he could do to fix her broken heart and make her reverse the curse.

Overwhelmed with anger, sadness and fear the king killed the witch instantly and returned home. By killing the sorceress he lifted the curse, but upon his return home he found that it had not been in time for his queen died shortly before the curse was lifted. The kingdom mourned its queen, but no one mourned more than the king. He blamed himself. He hated himself for trying to plead so many times with the witch rather than just killing her. From that day forward he hated all magic of any sort, and sought to rid his kingdom of it. His heart turned to stone, and he turned into a tyrant.

Three years had passed since the curse first started, and Freya and Espen had put off their marriage to focus on surviving. Now that the curse had lifted, they planned to marry again. Fate had other intentions, for the king's advisor suggested the need for him to marry again and produce an heir to the throne. The king agreed, and with his heart turned dark he sought out the most beautiful maiden in all the land.

While on his quest, the king happened upon Espen's farm and the lovely Freya tending to her chores. He instantly had to have her as his wife. Espen had just arrived back from the fields as he saw the gathering of villagers, knights, and the royal court in front of his home. He was informed that the king wished to take Freya as his new wife. Outraged, Espen attacked the knights guarding the king but to no avail. He was knocked to the ground. The king ordered him to be executed for attacking a member of the royal guard. In a desperate attempt to save her love's life, Freya agreed to marry the king on one condition: he must free Espen and never punish him for his small, desperate act of treason. The king hastily agreed and they were on their way back to the castle.

As Espen lay on the ground covered in mud he called out to the other villagers to help him get Freya back, but they were too scared of the king's wrath to do much of anything. Angered by this cowardice and heart-broken because Freya was taken from him, he made a plan to get her back; a plan that involved his magical secret.

That night he stormed the castle with his ice magic and made his way to the throne room. There, the king was sitting in his throne with Freya being held prisoner by two guards just to the right of it. The guards rushed him but he thrust them back against the wall and froze them there so they were unable to move. At first he tried reasoning with the king, saying no one could ever replace the queen, and that the king should give up trying to do so. The king responded to Espen, telling him he was lucky that he freed him from the confines of marriage. He told Espen that one day Freya would have left him, whether it be for another man or whether it was moving on to the next life. He told Espen that, besides, Freya was too beautiful for the likes of a peasant farm boy, and that she had left him for a better life with the king.

The king attempted to fill Espen's mind with poison, but Espen knew the truth for the love in his heart kept him from being blinded by the king's words. Although he saw through it, Espen grew tired of the kings rantings, for he no longer had any tolerance for the tyrant of a man that stood before him. He missed the old, joyous king, and hated the broken down, evil man he saw that day. Espen lashed out and decided he would rid the kingdom of the villain once and for all.

Espen was so focused on the king that he didn't see that one of the guards had managed to free himself of his icy prison. Just as Espen sent the magic flying in the king's direction, the guard made a last-ditch effort to save the king and threw Espen to the floor. This caused misdirection in the magic's course as instead of hitting the king square in the chest, it found a new target. Espen blasted the guard back against the wall, this time knocking him unconscious. But when he turned back to face the king once more, he saw what had happened. And what he saw broke his heart into a million pieces.

The icy magic had instead found its way into Freya's heart, and because the blast was so filled with hate, it froze her instantly, leaving no time for a true love's kiss to save her from a terrible, icy fate. Espen rushed to Freya's crumpled, frozen form, tears streaming down his face and his sobs filling the air. What hurt him most wasn't that Freya was gone; it was that he had caused it because of his hatred towards another person. In attempting to kill the king, he had become a monster; a monster that had killed the love of his life.

The king chuckled behind him, commenting that it was Espen's fault that Freya was gone, and that he had brought it upon himself. He didn't hear the king's comment as his grief overtook him. He thought the only way he could be with Freya again and rid himself of his pain and his guilt, was to do the same thing to himself that he had done to her. He held her frozen figure in his arms as he lifted his right hand out in front of himself and turned it inward. He summoned all of the magic to his outstretched hand, and with a heavy, broken heart, unleashed it upon himself.

The blast was so powerful that it threw him against the opposite wall. He began to feel the ice layering quickly over his heart, but to his dismay, he didn't freeze over solid. He was still alive and breathing. The only difference was that where his heart should be, he felt a frozen solid mass in its place. To Espen's horror, the pain and sadness still hung like a dark, massive storm cloud over his heart. He sat up and buried his head in his hands, his body contorting in agony at the loss of Freya and not being able to ease his pain.

The kings advisor and some more guards rushed into the throne room just then, and paused in the doorway as they took in the scene before them: the kings new fiancée crumpled and frozen in the corner of the room, the boy she had been taken from and the obvious assailant wailing against the opposite wall, and the king now fully insane laughing maniacally in his throne, cursing the boy out.

The king's advisor managed to hoarsely voice the question flitting between the other newcomers.

"What happened here?"

"What happened here is not at all important", chuckled the king. "What's important is that we now have someone who needs to be punished, and I know the perfect way to do it."

The king walked over to Espen menacingly and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. The king chuckled malevolently. Espen eagerly awaited the quick, sure end he thought was in store for him, hoping that his pain would be gone momentarily. A few seconds passed as Espen exhaustedly stared into the king's crazed stare.

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you", murmured the king. "No. What I am going to do to you is much worse than any amount of torture I could have rained down upon you. No. I'm going to make you live with your guilt and your curse."

The king threw Espen back to the ground and yelled at the guards to get him out of his sight. The guards stood, looking at the king with confused expressions on their faces.

"Don't you understand!?" the king roared. "He's banished! Exiled! I never want to see his face in my kingdom AGAIN!"

The guards scrambled as they picked up Espen and dragged him out of the castle. He hung his head as everything that had happened settled in his mind. First he lost Freya, and now he was being forced out of the only home he had ever known. He had lived in his beloved Ysteriath all his life, and it was where he fell in love with Freya, which made leaving all the more difficult. One of the guards escorting him to the edge of the kingdom's territory took pity on the poor 21 year old Espen, and escorted him back to his farm land so he could gather things he would need to take with him.

"Take what you want but make it quick", the guard said to him.

He walked in the door of his now very empty cottage and looked around with sunken spirits. He made quick work of gathering the necessary things for survival. He packed his clothes, gathered all of the food he had room for, as well as a few of the trinkets and memorabilia from his grandparents. He picked up his favorite drawing of Freya he had drawn the day he asked her to marry him. As he began to walk out the back door towards the barn to ready his horse, he spotted Freya's favorite scarf lying across the back of a chair in the kitchen. He walked over and picked it up. Holding it up to his face he drunk in her scent, smelling the sweet perfume he had gotten her for her last birthday. He had saved up quite a lot to get it, and she had worn it every day since. He wrapped the scarf around his neck and headed out to gather his horse.

Dawn was breaking as Espen stepped into the barn. It felt like an eternity since he had been in here. He walked over to his horse's stall.

"Hey, Andar", Espen greeted the horse as he pet his nose. Espen explained to the horse, which seemed to listen, that they were leaving the farm and that they were going to find a new home. He finished tacking him up and threw a saddle bag over the horse's back and threw more supplies in there. He walked his horse around to the front of the house where the 2 guards were waiting for him. Espen walked up to the man that had taken pity on him and thanked him for his pity and handed him a note he had written earlier, and instructed him to find his cousin and give the note to him once he had left the kingdom. He also told both the guards what was in the note so they weren't suspicious. He told them that in the note he informed his cousin that he was leaving the kingdom because he couldn't bear to live there now that Freya wasn't his any longer. He would tell his cousin not to try and find him, and to not expect to hear from him. And with that Espen climbed atop Andor, kicked him swiftly in the side, and took off.

Espen galloped atop Andar out of his old home, and headed for the forest path that led away from the kingdom. He didn't look back as he reached the forest, not even when he passed the sign that directed visitors towards the kingdom behind him. All Espen could manage to do as Andar galloped away into the breaking day was to lift his hand and wipe away the single tear that had begun to fall.

So this is my first fan fiction. This is only the prologue. I hope you enjoy it! Please review and let me know what you thought! Next chapter will hopefully be up on the 6th or 7th of June.