Long ago, atop a mountain high above the kingdom of Arendelle, a group of strong men were hard at work. They were ice harvesters, men who cut and hauled huge blocks of ice from the mountain lakes. Horses stood at attention, waiting with empty wagons to be filled. The ice blocks were hoisted into the wagons; soon they would be taken down to the village to sell. It was a dangerous business. One slip could send a block hurtling down the mountainside—or even worse, falling on a man and crushing him.
A girl stood in the shadows watching the workmen. She kept a small sled at her side. Her name was Kristin, and she desperately wanted to join the ice harvesters, but she was too young, and it was a more of a manly type job. Standing next to her was her friend Svea, a baby reindeer. Kristin imagined the two of them taking a sled full of ice blocks into the village of Arendelle. Svea sniffed the cold air and glanced at the big blocks of ice. They looked very heavy. She snorted but didn't move a hoof.
As evening approached, Kristin finally convinced Svea to carry a small load of ice on their sled. By now the men had lit several lanterns and were finishing loading their own wagons. Kristin crept forward and was able to grab a small block of ice. She finally wrestled the block onto his sled and attached Svea's harness.
Wagon by wagon, the ice harvesters headed down the mountain roads. Kristin trailed behind with Svea, steering her own small wagon down the bumpy path. Above them all, the northern lights spread across the dark sky, creating waves of gossamer green light. The magical glow pulsed as it rolled over the mountains, down toward the kingdom below.
So that was my genderbent version of Frozen! tell me what you think! :)
I do not own Frozen all rights go to Walt Disney!
Preview of the next chapter
"Wake up!" Eli, who was eight years old, grumbled and ducked under the covers. "Andrew, go back to sleep." But Andrew wouldn't give up. "I just can't. The sky's awake, so I'm awake, and so we have to play,"
"Are you ready?" Eli asked, smiling. "Yes, yes!" Andrew cried, reaching out to tickle his brother. Eli giggled, and suddenly, snowflakes seemed to burst in a flurry from his hands!
"Hi, I'm Olga," he said in a high voice, pretending to be the snowman. "And I like warm hugs."
As he stumbled, his magic went awry. His frozen blast caught the side of Andrew's head, right through his curls. Andrew gasped and fell to the ground, unconscious. "Andrew!" Eli shouted, running to his brother
"Andrew!" the king gasped, and ran toward his little boy.