Prologue
Hardly anyone knew about the noise that occurred in the wee hours of morning. Many would think it was silent; that only the sleepy townspeople awakening to start a new day, trying to lessen their sound as not to wake the still dreaming children were the ones to cause noise. But only sailors heard the loud commands of their captains before their ships left port; only the shop owners heard the bustle as supplies were set out. The creaking of old wooden doors opening in the town center seemed loud in the silent square- but the noise was dim compared to the restless wind whistling through the trees.
Summer in Arendelle was peaceful, as it had been for the last sixteen years. It had become a place where many travelers would come to relax; to escape reality and enjoy the calm atmosphere. As well, the rumor of the Snow Queen intrigued foreigners enough to visit her homeland.
To the children born the last few years, the tale of the Snow Queen would sound like a silly myth. Just a fable, as common as the ones they were told before bed. They had been told the story, oh of course, but very few believed it. The beloved Queen Elsa's power of ice and snow was simply common knowledge; to be told that she once was told to hide it was unthinkable; the fact that it had once been a shock to the people was even more so.
'Since the day children began walking, Queen Elsa welcomed them to skate in her courtyard. It was frozen solid a great deal of the time; even in the long summer months. The Queen's gift had never seemed odd to the young ones- it was instead as interesting and mysterious as the trolls they had been told about once as well. They all could watch the Queen's magic for hours, have they ever been presented the chance.
Of course, there were children that were far more familiar with the Queen's gift than others. Those few that lived in the castle; the ones that were born and raised within the walls, knew as much about the Queen's powers as she did herself.
Princess Anna, the Queen's only younger sister, had married an ice harvester only a few years after the "thaw." He was a commoner; and compared to her former fiancée (whom the royal family refused to speak of), lacked much of a family background. But yet, the princess loved him, and the Queen gave her blessing.
Another two years past, and they welcomed their first child. The boy, Cyril, would only be the first of three; he was followed years later by his sister; Elise, and brother; Sver.
But Queen Elsa herself married as well; to Lord Tomas- a man from another kingdom. She had met him at Anna and Kristoff's wedding reception; and after quite a long time of hesitation from the Queen, she fell in love with him. Two years after Anna's first son was born and the marriage of Elsa and Tomas, The Queen gave birth to an heir; Princess Elsa the Second. To differ her from her the Queen: she was nicknamed "Ina."
Like her mother, the Princess was born with the control over ice and snow. Despite the shock upon learning her daughter shared the gift; Elsa encouraged it- refusing to allow the same thing that had happened to her happen to her daughter. Ina was skilled, and her powers grew quick and strong. She was carefree with them, playful.
Ina was barely two years old when her title as Future Queen was stripped, as her parents were blessed with a son; Prince Tomas the second (the same as Ina, he was simply nicknamed "Tom").
The Royal family was joyful; their home always filled with light and love. Often they considered themselves as one whole family, instead of two. Anna cared for Elsa's children with the love of a parent, and Elsa did the same with Anna's.
They were happy.
In the early hours of a summer morning; while the royal family slept; Kristoff slid off the back of a horse, the familiar feeling of hard stone appearing under his feet as he landed. He put a light pat on the horse's neck before leaving its side.
He hadn't planned on leaving the castle when Anna and the children were sleeping. Kristoff had wanted to tell them, perhaps even bring them along. His kids had only seen his childhood-home a few times in their lives; the youngest, Sver, not at all. The only beings that confidently knew the location of the Valley of the Living Rock were Kristoff and Sven.
Years before; Sven, Kristoff's best friend, had passed away. He had lived an exceptionally long life, of course, but Kristoff felt as though he had lost his own brother when the reindeer passed away. Though Kristoff had eventually accepted it, he had never bonded with another animal the same way. He supposed the horse he had used today, a large, dark horse that his daughter had nicknamed Gunther, was the closest thing he could call to a "favorite."
Kristoff manoeuvered easily through the Valley of the Living Rock. He avoiding stepping on any boulders he suspected were family, and avoided the hot springs all together. It was exactly as he remembered, and he almost smiled at the though. Soon enough though, he found himself in the Valley Center.
Most of the trolls were in their troll appearance, but a few remained in their boulder state. The Valley hadn't changed at all since Kristoff moved into the palace with Anna, nor since the last time he visited. It was still a dark grey slab of raised stone; patches of grass and moss popping up occasionally.
"Kristoff!" A familiar voice called, leading him to spin around to find the source. His eyes soon fell upon Grand Pabbie, and he sighed with relief. He hurried over to the old troll, and crouched down in front of him.
"Why Kristoff," the troll tried to make his voice light, but the worry in his tone was too evident to hide. "Look how old you've gotten."
The man tried to scowl at the comment, but he couldn't seem to get a hold of it. He was far too concerned; Grand Pabbie had sent a notice asking for Kristoff to come visit him. That part wasn't strange- whenever the trolls wanted to see him or the kids, they would send a letter. It was only what Grand Pabbie had written in a poor handwriting that worried Kristoff.
It shall happen again. Do not tell until we have told you.
He had no idea what the crazy pebble might have been talking about, but wasn't taking any chances. He had no way to know what Grand Pabbie was talking about, but knew that he was serious. As soon as the night guards had switched shifts, Kristoff had snuck away. If he had done so during the day, Anna would question him. Heck, she might even follow him. This was much safer.
"Grand Pabbie," Kristoff rested one elbow on his knee. "What's going on? What's happening again? Why was it so important to keep it a secret? Why-"
The troll held up a hand to stop Kristoff's questions. "I feel that another winter, one born of a curse, will happen in Arendelle. And I know who will cause it."
After a second of silence, he lifted his hand and a slow shine of blue lifted into the air. The man watched it as it took the shape of a woman, who in turn shaped a snowball in her hands. The magic looked as though it were made of a blue flame. Kristoff's gaze was stuck to it, as though the magic put him in the type of trance.
"Kristoff, I can see her heart is of ice." Grand Pabbie told him in a hushed, urgent voice. The man glanced at him in surprise, but then turned back to the magic. The image suddenly changed slightly; the women's spine straightened, as though she had grown bored with her game. The snowball slid from her grasp, and the blue flame darkened to a threating shade- very close to black. A spot, just over were her heart would be, pulsed an icy blue. Red spikes shot out around her; pointing neither at her nor away from her. She raised her arms ever so slowly, her fingers curled into claws. The spikes grew in size around her, until the silhouette of the women could no longer be seen. A strange gurgling laughter rung in Kristoff's ears, and he winced at the sound. The image suddenly evaporated as Grand Pabbie sighed.
"Ice . . ." Kristoff mumbled ever so slowly, as though he was trying to process the information. ". . . in her heart?"
Grand Pabbie shook his head, and moved towards Kristoff. "No." He said, and rested a hand on the man's shoulder. "No, her heart doesn't hold ice the same way your Anna's had." He looked up at Kristoff, his eyes sad and tired. "Her heart is ice. It is cold, and powerful, and dangerous, and unloving. Though her heart may be made of flesh and blood, it is incapable of compassion. It is ice."
Cold. Powerful. Dangerous. Unloving. Kristoff didn't understand. Who could he be talking about? He had already said it wasn't Anna, so who-
"Elsa?" Kristoff gasped, his eyes widening. No, that was impossible. Elsa wasn't dangerous, and in no way unloving. But . . . she had made the winter. Unintentionally of course, but yet . . .
"No Kristoff, not the Queen." Grand Pabbie said; a hint of relief in his tone. "Queen Elsa is very much able to feel compassion, and warmth, and love. It is not her that I see will bring us another winter, but another."
He glanced at Kristoff, clasping his stone hands together. The men starred at each other, Kristoff with a hint of impatience, before Grand Pabbie spoke again. "Kristoff, Ina . . . Ina will send Arendelle into another unexpected winter. It is her heart that is ice."
Ina.
Ina, the nine-year-old princess of Arendelle; The Daughter of Queen Elsa and Lord Tomas; the girl who had tried to fight the non-existent monster in her closet with a broom stick; the child who had sat with her cousin and built twenty flower crowns; was going to send Arendelle into another eternal winter.
Kristoff blinked. "That can't be right." He decided. "No . . . no that has to be wrong, Grand Pabbie." Kristoff lifted his eyes, which had fallen to his lap, back to the elder troll. "No, I mean- sure, Ina can be stubborn and demanding sometimes, but she's just a little girl. Her powers . . . she'd never use them like that. Even by accident! She has better control that Elsa did at that age, she-"
"Kristoff," Grand Pabbie said firmly. "I know that Ina will be the one to cause this. You must warn the Queen and Ina herself- she might not even be aware-"
Kristoff shook his head and stood up before the troll even had a chance to finish. "Ina wouldn't do something like that, Pabbie. She's a kid, she'd never do that." He defended his niece, shaking his head as if to get rid of a bad dream, before he turned and began walking the way he came.
"Kristoff!" Grand Pabbie yelled after him. "Kristoff, come back here!"
"Tell everyone I say hi and I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to stay longer." Kristoff called back instead, half turning so he could look back.
"Kristoff!"
But he had already turned around again, disappearing from the village center. A few trolls tried to grab at him, to say hello in their friendly nature, but he waved them away and mumbled out excuses.
Ina. He really thought it was Ina. Kristoff grimaced. Grand Pabbie was just wrong this time. He was wrong about Elsa; about taking Anna's memories away. He had been wrong before- it was okay. Maybe he had been thinking of the winter before he fell asleep, and reality mixed with a dream . . .
Kristoff shook his head again as he made his way to Gunther. He climbed onto the horse's back, his mind still racing, and took off towards the castle just as the sun streaked the sky with a bright ray of orange.
"Ina would never do that." Kristoff stated aloud, though no one was around to hear him except Gunther. "Grand Pabbie was wrong."
But oh no, it wasn't Grand Pabbie that had been wrong. It was Kristoff.
*Gasp* By any chance was that a plot twist? (can plot twists even happen in the prologue...? Let's say yes)
Hello! So, as you can tell because you just read it, I have finally posted the first chapter of my new frozen "sequel" fic! Yay! It's going to be from Anna and Elsa's perspectives from now on mostly, so no more Kristoff thoughts. (I only used him for this first bit because it only made sense for him to go see Pabbie I think. I don't know).
This takes place 16 years after frozen, the main story will take place seven years after this. I wasn't really happy with it, but oh well. It was the only way I could think of to enter into the rest of the story.
Okay, thank you for checking this out, I really appreciate it! (I'm really sorry if I made any mistakes)