A.N. I hate Olaf. I hate 'Frozen'. Yet the world continues to burn. Also, I see a definite lack of Olaf love in my fics, soooo... here we go!
Hi! My name is Olaf, and I- well, you know.
...do you remember the first thought you ever had? Like, "Gee, why is it so dark?" I do. I remember the second I came to life, I saw her.
Elsa.
I remembered being struck by how... everything she was to me. I know that's not quite right. Hmm... she's the bestest, greatest, funniest, most interesting person in the whole wide world!
She walked past me, sending flurries through the air and- well, you know that part too. But let me tell you what it was like to be there. She gave me life! She was so... vibrant, and beautifuller than anything else in the entire universe! Except maybe summer. Jury's still out on that.
Elsa took off on the staircase and built her castle.
"WOW!" I was so excited I wanted to follow her. There's nowhere else I wanted to be but up there with her in her new home. For a second, I felt everything was going to be great.
...do you remember the first bad thought you had? Mine was 'what if she doesn't want me?'
I don't know where that came from.
But for some reason, I hesitated at the bottom of the steps, watching the magical flashes.
"Wow!" No one was as cool, or pretty, or nice as Elsa... but... if she was so cool, and pretty and nice, did that mean she didn't want me? Is that why she left me here?
All these doubts and fears, and ice ran through my tiny, tiny brain. I had to follow her! I just wanted to see her again! I mean... maybe she just forgot about me?
Dark thoughts pushed aside, I climbed the stairway to her.
"Elsa!" I called.