Hello readers, this is yet another Frozen story I've thought of. Well, actually the idea for this came to me in a dream (don't judge) and it hit me so much that I started writing it. However this really isn't planned out so updates will be VERY far in-between, so if you like this, sorry for the waits...

The rating on this will go up, just a future warning, but that won't happen until chapter 9-ish. ( I have the chapters planned out, I just need to write them).

Anyway, here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen.

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This convoluted mess that is our world has some explaining to do. Everything has a beginning: every action, every person, and, yes, every story. This particular bit of history has quite a bit of a beginning so bear with me for a while. Well, I mean whoever decides to read my journal.

Some believe that this mess, myself included, had its roots planted back during the Industrial Revolution, well over a hundred and fifty years ago, when everything started to become mechanized and workers became creatures of the clock. You could even say the workers became machines themselves. They got up, went to work, worked, worked, and worked, doing the same thing over and over and over again, then went home, slept, and repeated the next day. Sure there was some downtime on the weekends, but then one was drug back into the monotony of work life.

As this happened, the world, in its blindness, claimed that progress was being made. Advances happened in sciences and technologies, so society claimed that it was growing, becoming better than baser needs. Better than human needs. Needs that we all have.

In actuality, this claim was the opposite of the truth. While the industrialization of the world had indeed brought new advances, it also had the side effect of squashing human freedom. Now confined by time-slots and marginal pay, many workers cried out for change when they were able. Unions formed and they protested at the horrid sweatshops. Committees were founded and given oversight over the workers. But through all this, it still seemed like society was out of balance: the rich kept getting richer, and the poor, well, got poorer. The Gilded Age as it was called only solidified this truth, but presented it so that it looked better to the blind upper classes so they could feel good about themselves while spending extraordinary amounts of money that the average man could only dream of.

Some people saw what was happening and decided to move against it.

That's not to say that these people rejected everything that had been innovated in that era. On the contrary, they accepted the changes, but took steps to prevent its insidious poison on humanity. Rules were placed on how much workers and bosses were paid before the businesses even started, and factory conditions were met with the strictest of policies when constructed. Leeway was given on a regular basis for everyone; in so much as slackers didn't abuse it. Honest work was rewarded. Basic needs were met and expanded, while keeping in good moral standards. While these things were hard to manage, when they worked they worked wonders.

These people were few in number, but they made up for it with the goodness of their hearts and their generosity to their fellow man and woman. And while others around the globe wallowed in the muck of squalor, these members thrived and became better people. They were not dictators, nor tyrants in the way that is normally implied with those words; they were men and women who remember what it meant to be human; to know what an honest living was, and with all the good and bad that came along with it.

So their countries prospered, feeding on a mix of moral strives and honest monetary practices, combined with fair and just leaders.

But with all good things… well, you know how the saying goes.

July 28, 1914. That is another beginning. A date that changed the world, and not for the better. Powerful nations, caught up in a myriad of treaties and alliances, gathered their forces and rallied against the supposed enemy. But just who was the enemy? Another country because the leaders made threats or were drug into the conflict? Millions were slain, and their bodies stacked on top of each other in rows. Countrysides were riddled with bullet holes and bomb craters. The landscape changed so that miles upon miles of trenches were dug, filled over, and re-dug all over again just for a few meters of ground, if at that. And when the fighting was over, close to 40 million bodies needed to be buried.

And for what? Nationalism? A claim on a piece of land? Protecting your nation from a threat that didn't exist until the leaders said it did?

These were some of the questions that still remain unanswered. But right now in the world, nobody asks them anymore, well except me, but that's because we're here in one of the last bastions of free thought. The rest have all forgotten. They've willfully forgotten to spare themselves the pain. Because horrors awaited them in the future, like they do for us.

Less than thirty years later, after the supposed "War to End All Wars," the world was once again engulfed in yet another war, directly connected with the end of the last one. Three opposing views on society came into conflict with one another; one who favored the leader and nation, one who favored the people in the nation, and one who favored nobody in particular, but favored everyone equally. Fascism, Democracy, and Communism. All good ideas, but flawed in practice. They go by different names now, if named at all, but that is what they were called before the Global Connection.

The G.C. The very thing that is the cause of the conflict now. The thing that our parents' generation believed would solve all our problems, but ended up causing all of them. It's sickening.

I apologize; I've digressed and gotten ahead of myself. That part hasn't begun yet, or at least at this point in my tale. Really wish it didn't begin at all…

So after another eighty million were dead, Europe ravaged, and two cities in old Japan wiped off the map for a time, humanity finally seemed to wake up from the darkness. People finally seemed to understand that the land changed around them. We, as a species, couldn't afford to wage war like this again. Leaders started changing their tune from war, to peace and unity. Cries of "this cannot happen again," and "things must change" were heard once again. Nothing new in the grand scheme of things.

But here's the plot twist: this time they were listened to.

With a speed that had never before been seen, an unprecedented event occurred: the world unified into one great nation. Nations once again formed alliances and treaties, but this time it was with every nation to prevent any alliances of the sort that started the First World War. The two great blocks of what was once Europe joined together in a mass of cultural exchanges. Age-old rivals put down their swords and rifles and instead took up tools for rebuilding and handshakes. Bitter enemies were forced to make peace. Why? Well, let's say that the ones that didn't aren't around anymore. Their remains can be found six feet under or scattered as ashes in the wind in certain places; a testament to the efficiency of the new world order.

Once the world became unified in its desires, it decided to evolve itself, pushing its boundaries, so to speak. The World Union was created in 1955, and that marked another beginning, the beginning of a unified world. Progress was once again being made. The first moon landing of 1959 and the subsequent missions were just the first step in this new goal of boundary pushing. Humanity, at one point only looking at their own two feet, started looking up at the stars.

There were more advances: the first microchip was made in 1956, then the first desktop computer in 1960, cell phones in 1965, the first Mag Train in 1971, pocket computers in 1976, cures for cancer and AIDS in 1984. The list goes on and on, and it's too long for me to write down right now. There are other issues to be taken care of first. Arendelle still needs to be protected, and my sister's antics are something else entirely….

Right, back on track. These developments came with astonishing swiftness, since the only time things like this happened in history were because of wars. Now only this time it was because of peace. Human kind had appeared to grow out of its need for violence to solve problems, instead letting words and kind gestures win people over.

Or so it seemed. Once again, the phrase "with all good things…"

This era of peace was not as stable as its name suggests or as the World Union wanted it to be. A dark undertone soon grew in city alleyways and back lots. It appeared like people became complacent and routine, and their lives once again seemed to be run by the clock. Nothing new seemed to liven up their lives, and it started to become, for lack of a better term, dull. So people decided to break the law and have some 'fun'.

It's funny now that I think about it. It almost seems like it's a human need to fight. Like it's bred into us. The old biblical tale of Adam and Eve comes to mind, with the original sin. I'm probably one of the only ones alive who's read the Bible…

Anyway, more and more people started getting involved in nefarious actions. Drinking and alcohol consumption steadily increased. Crime sprees happened with more and more ferocity. More and more fights started breaking out over the most trivial things.

Then came the darker activities. Drugs, sex slaves, murder, and human trafficking to name a few. Some people actually started to create entire thieving rings, targeting practically everything from mail, to intercontinental shipping. The World Union Police noticed these things, but for some reason they couldn't stop it from happening. Once they quelled one such ring in one area, another would spring up like a wildfire.

The leaders of the World Union saw this trend and rightfully agreed that there should be no reason for it and should not be happening. But instead of methodically working through it and targeting the perpetrators, they decided to make a decision that would affect the entire populace, for the populace, without asking them first. It was the beginning of another era, but also the end of another. The end of human freedom and choice.

In 1995, the two greatest, or the worst things, depending on your point of view, to happen to the human race were created. The first was the creation of the Interweb, a global network that linked every and all computers together into one massive connection, replacing and overhauling the old data-stream networks. But something was needed to control this as the technicians and scientists soon found out. So, the Motherboard was made next. This technological feat created a way for all data to be streamed at a reasonable fraction of the speed of light. As soon as someone put data on the Interweb, it was available to everybody all over the globe in a matter of nanoseconds.

But this wasn't enough for the leaders of the World Union. They wanted, along with a growing number of people, to have the "Perfect Society", a one that our ancestors wanted all those years ago. They found out that the connection from the Interweb to the Motherboard could go both ways, that things could be uploaded and outputted and downloaded and inputted. So, thus the high and mighty Global Connection movement was made, here to solve all our problems with just a nanochip implant. And just where would that implant go? Why in your brain, of course! They would just upload what you would be doing that day, and there would be no problems anymore ever again.

…. Sorry, my sarcasm just went off the charts there…. But what I said is true.

The Global Connection promised that it would create a "Perfect Society" and they would solve all the problems in the world, creating a new era of peace in the land. So humans, being humans, decided to give this new thing a try. Never ones to resist a new gadget, they willingly had a nanochip implanted in their brain. They went on to become the "models of society" and the word spread. More and more people had their skulls cut open and a foreign object planted in their brain. Soon, most of the world had a chip in their brain. Then the chip became more streamlined, not even needing to be surgically implanted anymore, and could be put in with a just a needle from anywhere in the body or ingested with food. The chip would work its way to the brain in a matter of minutes with a mind of its own. Disgusting.

But what those people didn't know was that in having the chip put in there, they lost their free will.

The World Union Leaders, in control of the Motherboard, now had the ability to tell people what to do, how to do things, how to dress, tie their shoes, what food you could want, what colors you liked, etcetera. People lost the ability to think for themselves, now being told what to think. They couldn't even protest, as they now wanted to be this way. Free will was gone for these people and they didn't even care.

Now, I should point out that in this case, the human instinct to rebel against differences was a good thing. Friends who waited to see what the implants did to their pals recoiled at what their friends became. More people saw that the implant did more than just solve the problems; it eliminated the choice to make those problems entirely. And if there is one thing people fight for, it's freedom.

So people did what they did best. They rejected the change.

But by and large, it was too little, too late. Most of the populace had already been implanted and practically brainwashed for the Global Connection. So when people rebelled, they were taken in by force and implanted. Most of the Anti-Connection movement didn't survive the first week of action. Only with quick thinking they managed to disable the chips for a few hours did any people escape the Interweb trap. A few select cities and nations declared their independence from the World Union and their rejection of the Global Connection, cutting off the Interweb and forming their own network that we now call the Internet.

The two sound similar, I know, but the differences are vast. The Interweb makes it seem like once you get in, you are stuck in a "web", like a fly in a spider's trap. The Internet sounds more supportive, like a safety net to catch you when you fall. And you can get out of this net. It's made all the difference in this day-and-age.

So where was I? When these few cities and nations split from the rest of the world, you could imagine that there was conflict. Thankfully it wasn't too bad, as the Global Connection and the Motherboard seemed to be non-confrontationalists. There was some scattered fighting, and Arendelle itself did see it's small share, but by-and-large there wasn't any heavy fighting. I think what was once Egypt got the worst of it, but that was a little before my time and we lost their connection with them so I'm not exactly sure what happened. I suspect the worst after this long.

A few other places still hold out. A few scattered towns and remote areas across the globe are usually the case. But there are a few major powerhouses of the Federate Alliance. New Ireland is one, surviving on renewed pure animosity towards the former British Empire. Also in the isles, the Kingdom of DunBroch in old Scotland is also a notable ally. The Free Kingdom of Corona in northern Germany is also a good ally on mainland Old Europe, being one of the first to separate from the G.C. Parts of Brazil and Siberia are included as well. The old United States territory of Alaska and a little bit of Yukon Canada are some of the bigger pieces that resist the G.C. Surprisingly, Free New Zealand is the only full nation to successfully split from the World Union, aside from my home nation of Free Norway, probably due to it's size and distance away from other countries. The Kiwis actually managed to liberate the southern part of Australia from the G.C.

I can bet the Aussies were particularly happy about that…

So together, we "merry band of misfits and troublemakers" have staved off many attempts to "integrate" us into the Perfect Society. The last major attempt by the G.C. was almost a year ago, and that was in Free Brazil, and it was really only a minor skirmish with only a couple thousand dead on either side, a real bargain all things considered, even if I do feel sick just thinking about the lives lost. There was an infiltrator here in Arendelle as well during the coronation two years ago, but I froze him in the end before he caused any lasting damage and implanted too many people. Yes, I did say 'froze'. That's another long story that I'm not going into right now.

My guess is that the G.C. feels content to let us rot in our 'backward' ways, as they would probably put it. But I have a hunch that the G.C. will eventually "upgrade" its motivation subroutines and launch an all out attack someday.

And I can tell you that the Federate Alliance will not survive if that happens. We just don't have the military capacity to handle such a thing.

But Doomsday is not today. Our defenses hold, and as the dual capital of Free Norway and the Federate Alliance, Arendelle stands tall with its queen leading it.

Oh, I should have mentioned this earlier, I am that queen. My name is Elsa.

I'll get back to this record eventually. Right now I can hear that Anna's having trouble with a suit of armor downstairs. She'll probably say it appeared out of no-where and tried to tackle her, or something like that.

-Elsa

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{Excerpt taken from the journal of former Queen Elsa of the Free Alliance and Free Norway. Entry dated October 19, 2018. For more information about the former Queen, click [HERE]}