Summary: AU Medieval-ish. Elsa is femaletomale and Anna is maletofemale transgender. I do like Elsa as is, but I am ftm so I wanted to write such a character. (And I've read lots of knight!Anna stories already. The transgender thing isn't much of a focus for the whole story. It is at the beginning a little and there will be parts, but) Aside from that, Elsa is raised by the Trolls and develops the ice powers and trains to be a knight and returns to the castle in his teens to learn to be the crown prince. Elsa is bad ass. Elsanna… un-related (you'll see). It's true love, what can ya do? Not really planning smut, just fluff.
-Summary changed upon advice of anonymous guest. 'Twas a reasonable request, so voila.

Chapter 1: What a Good Boy

AN: I don't own Frozen… Hope you enjoy this AU

I write, but this is promising to be a pretty big job. I'm side-writing an original novel as well so. Tell me if something seems off. I'm trying to keep the characters true to the movie but also still incorporate the AU elements. It's not really hard with Anna, because the end result is the same Anna as movie Anna basically. Elsa's hard and probably will end up a little ooc. I'm also trying to write a different experience from the one I am experiencing with being transgender because there's different circumstances and yeah.

I wanted fantasy trans characters and can't seem to find the stuff I'm looking for so… if it's not written then you gotta write it yourself right? Thus Transcendence was born. I'd love reviews with advice or inputs or whatever. I'd also love if someone wanted to Beta for me. I am writing as I go for this, soo… I'm going to do my best to stick to a schedule but that might not happen.

"Hey Elsa… can I tell you something?" Andrew asked from her doorway; he actually looked worried.

"Of course, Andy," Elsa replied, she was getting ready for bed but it was still early for sleep.

"Um… I … What's it like being a princess?" he settled on asking.

Elsa looked at him, trying to figure out what prompted the question, "Well, it's a lot of dresses and 'acting like a lady' and manners and learning about how to be lead in dancing and how to dress and I've been told there's a corset thing that I'll have to wear later. It's … I guess not that bad. Boring most of the time, and uncomfortable. What's… what's it like being a prince?"

"But all of the princess stuff sounds fun, I like dresses and I wanna be like mom when I grow up. All pretty and …" he trailed off like he didn't know how to word the next part, "Well, being a prince isn't all that great either. There's stuffy suits and learning about chis- shiv- civalry," "Chivalry?" Elsa interjected. "Yeah, that… and battle strategies. I got to learn about sword-fighting which was cool, but the armor is heavy and I like archery better. I have to learn to dance too, the other part from yours. I dunno."

"That all sounds so fun too, I… I want to grow up to be a prince and a knight and … like Dad and all… I heard the maids talking about awful stuff that'll happen when I get older, like bleeding and birth. I don't want to bleed…" Elsa tried not to sound scared and horrified, but judging by Andrew's eyes she didn't quite succeed.

"I know, I'll have the baby for you! I want to have babies. Do you have to bleed to have babies? That part doesn't really sound fun, it sounds dangerous. I can be the princess and you can be the prince and then we'll both be happy!" Andrew's eyes had lost some of the shock and were just wide with excitement.

"That's a great idea! How do we tell Mom and Dad though? Do we need new names? Am I going to be Andrew and you be Elsa? Oh, I know, Mom wanted to name you Anna if you were a girl. I heard her and Dad talking about it," Elsa said.

"I like Anna! I'll be she now and wear pretty dresses and you can be he and … I dunno what kind of name would be good…" Anna's excitement petered out at the final realization.

"Okay, Anna. I… I don't know a good name either. Maybe I can ask Mom and Dad. I can think about it tonight at least. You're a pretty princess already too. Do you want one of my old dresses?" Elsa walked towards the closet.

Anna nodded and Elsa got one that was small enough for her and handed it over, "Alright that one should fit. I'm tired though, Anna. We can talk more tomorrow."

Anna grinned widely and held the dress up in front of her before heading out of the room at an almost-run, "I love it, thanks Elsa! Nighty night!"

"Night, Anna," Elsa called out after her and collapsed into the bed. I'll have to practice saying Anna and using the right pronouns, since it's still new. I wonder… Elsa imagined his father saying something about him. 'Elsa is a good prince, I'm proud of him.' That did feel nice. The name is still off though, it doesn't feel right. What kind of name would be good? I don't really feel like an Andrew. I also don't know what names Mom and Dad were thinking of for me besides Elsa. I do kind of like Elsa, it's unique. It's also not me though. I wonder what it'll be like to grow up to be a boy… I want to be a good king. I already like strategy and that kind of stuff. What about… Konge? Elsa snickered to himself over that name. Not that one. Huh. I'll think about that later. I wonder what kind of princess I'll meet when I'm older. I'll be dashing and gentlemanly and chivalrous. I'll lead her in a dance and win her heart. I'll be a great warrior too, and defend her honor and fight for her hand. Elsa might have been reading too many novels from the library. I'll fight a dragon, that might be hard because it's fire and I'm ice, but I'll win. Maybe I'll have to rescue the princess from the dragon and she'll give me a kiss on the cheek for my bravery and …" Elsa drifted off to sleep.

Elsa did all of those things in his dreams that night. He had just gotten to the best part of the dream, where the princess was about to reward him with a kiss on the cheek, when something landed on his chest.

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"And-Anna," he hissed, still a little unfamiliar with the name and startled from sleep.

Anna rolled onto her back and threw her arms wide, "The sky's awake, so I'm awake," she said dramatically.

"Go to bed, Anna," Elsa replied, swatting at Anna's hair which was just growing out and was in Elsa's face, wanting to fall back into the dream.

Anna paused, smiling mischievously, "Do you… wanna build a snowman?" She knew Elsa loved to just as much as she did.

Elsa gave up on sleep his eyes alight with similar mischief to Anna's, opting to push Anna away a little to sit up, "Yeah, come on!"

The duo slid from the room on stocking feet to the ballroom.

That was the scariest night of Elsa's life. Anna and he had fun at first, building a snowman and then playing more with Elsa's ice powers. Then they played 'Towers' and Anna had been jumping faster than Elsa could make the snow towers and Anna had gotten… hit, in the head. By his powers. Elsa ran over to her immediately, shaking her and calling her name, but she wasn't responding and so Elsa screamed for his parents and went back to screaming Anna's name. The winter wonderland from before seemed to reflect Elsa's distress and was icy and freezing. That's how their parents found them.

From there Anna was picked up by the King and all of them got on horseback and headed at a fast pace away from the castle. Elsa had no idea where they were going and was really only paying attention to the still form of Anna as he cried. Elsa seemed to be the only one surprised when they stopped in a clearing below a lot of boulders and the King set Anna down.

"Pabbie?" the King called, and a boulder from the top rolled down and unfolded. Elsa watched as the rock-man knelt by Anna and felt her forehead.

"He will be fine, it's good that it's not the heart. The heart is hard to change, but the head … can be persuaded," the rock-man, Pabbie, said the last part with a shrug.

As Pabbie went to get some supplies to help Anna the King turned to Elsa, "Now, how did this happen and why were you calling Andrew Anna?" he said sternly.

Elsa thought a moment before deciding this could probably not get any worse and he wanted to tell them anyway, "Well, Andrew is Anna, she wants to switch bodies with me so she can be the princess and I can be the prince," Elsa said in a rush, "Then I guess Anna couldn't sleep and so she woke me up and wanted to build a snowman so we did that and she started jumping and I couldn't make the towers fast enough and she… I…" Elsa dissolved into tears.

The King and Queen shared a glance. "You know you're supposed to be careful with your powers… Why would you want to switch bodies though?" the Kind replied, trying to understand.

Elsa was relieved since the King didn't seem to be angry very much, just worried, "Well, Anna's a girl and so she wants a girl-body which I have and I'm a boy and I want a boy-body which she has," Elsa said matter-of-factly.

Pabbie coughed at that moment, he was ready to help Anna and wanted their attention. He grasped a crystal around his neck and touched her forehead, memories of every time Elsa and used the powers were displayed and changed, "I remove the magic, but don't worry, I leave the fun."

Anna's eyes fluttered and Pabbie smoothed over her forehead and she seemed to just go back to sleep, "It is easier this way," he said the last part towards Elsa. He addressed Elsa directly then, "I had something to say to you but I feel now that there might be something else to do here."

The King looked confused, "What are you wanting to do to my daughter? I thought we were just going to discuss the powers next?"

Pabbie looked solemn, "I feel that there is more required here. Come child, let us see what is contained in your soul, if your father is allowing?" he said the last part as a question. The king wordlessly waved in an affirmative motion and Pabbie led Elsa up the levels of boulders to a little bed of moss. "Sit child, and hold this. I want you to search your soul and try to find yourself," Pabbie gave her a crystal from the necklace and turned away.

Elsa sat cross-legged on the moss and held the short but thick crystal with both hands, closing his eyes and meditating. He focused on clearing his mind, and after that task was done he waited in the snowy field that was his happy place. Eventually a single snow-flake drifted down from the sky. He suddenly knew that he was supposed to follow it, and as it floated away on a breeze he did so. The snowflake started to climb up a slope and Elsa scrambled to follow it. The snowflake and Elsa kept going up and up until Elsa recognized the top of the North Mountain, or at least what he thought it looked like. The snowflake stopped and hung in the air.

"Hello," a sudden voice said and all the snow and mountain seemed to say it as well.

"Uh, who is it?" Elsa was kind of scared now, even though he knew he couldn't be hurt here.

The snowflake started floating softly to the ground, growing as it did. It started to flip through many shapes very quickly. Elsa thought he saw a bear and a horse and a stag before it settled on a white wolf. Or he thought it settled, because it flashed very quickly into a large shape that looked like maybe a dragon of all things before returning to the wolf. Somehow Elsa understood that the wolf shrugged, "I thought I'd try the last one out just in case. Greetings young one. I didn't expect you to visit me so soon."

"You talk?! And who are you? Why am I the young one if you're me too? I thought I was looking for my soul," Elsa talked quickly.

The wolf chuffed, "I do talk. I am your soul, you did find me. And I am you and you are me; that is true, at least partially. However, I am… a little older than you which is hard to explain."

"Huh, okay. Then why am I supposed to talk to you? I think that's what I'm supposed to be doing," Elsa pondered.

"You are indeed supposed to talk to me. We're going to find your true self. The trolls want to help you, and so the crystal they gave you called me to guide you," the wolf stated, "I am a reflection of the winter in you."

"Why would I reflect winter? Is that because of my powers? So I'm a wolf, I guess. What's my true self like, how do I know?" Elsa was almost mumbling, feeling disheartened by a daunting task like finding himself.

"Well my name is Fyrste, and yes, you are like a wolf. An alpha wolf, a leader. Your true self should not be that hard for you to find right now, at least not with me to guide you. Your true self is all of your qualities and is a representation of your heart and mind. We'll look through your memories to find the parts of your whole," the wolf explained gently. After speaking the wolf looked to the sky which was 'awake', as Anna would say, with lights which started to turn into memories.

Elsa and the wolf didn't quite watch every memory from Elsa's 8 years but they watched the defining moments, good or bad. The wolf listed character traits as he saw them, and Elsa wrote them in the snow: dedicated, stubborn, clever, smart, creative, strong, powerful, caring. Those were the main ones, and the wolf explained the lack of more negative traits, "You're young yet to have been embittered by the world, young enough that your soul has not really been changed by life. Later… later it is harder to find the true soul, but you will have to keep in touch with yourself as you age since you are young and still learning about yourself."

Elsa thought that made enough sense. When the memories finished, the wolf had Elsa close his eyes and focus on the words in the snow and what he had learned about himself. When he opened them a boy that nearly mirrored Elsa was standing in front of him, made of the snow where the words had been. His eyes were filled with life and joy.

"Good, good. Remember, you grow and change together for you are one. Stay connected." And the wolf jumped into the boy, disappearing. The boy laughed and made snowflakes hover above his hand. Then the boy blurred and there was the wolf.

"Can I do that? Turn into a wolf?" Elsa wondered aloud.

"Ask the trolls on that one, child. Now follow me back," and the wolf started back down the mountain. The landscape seemed to blur and the journey back was much faster than the journey there. When they reached the familiar field the wolf faded into a snowflake and it landed in Elsa's hand.

"Wait, if you're Fyrste am I Fyrste too?" Elsa asked the snowflake. There was no answer. "I like Fyrste, it fits better than Elsa, though I love my parents," Elsa- no, Fyrste, decided.

Slowly after that Fyrste opened his eyes and awareness of his body returned. Pabbie was looking at him, and seemed unsurprised when he stretched his legs and stood. Fyrste went to give the crystal back to Pabbie, and he took it slowly, "I'll take it for now, but it is yours. I'll see if I can make something for you to keep it close."

Pabbie and Fyrste walked back to where the King and Queen were standing with Anna, who was still asleep. Pabbie's gravelly voice spoke, "I think for Elsa's sake that she should stay here to work to master her power. I see great beauty in it, but danger too. If she stays here it would be easier for Andrew to recover as well. It shouldn't be long, your majesty." Fyrste tried not to wince at how he was referred to, he hadn't exactly said much about it after all. He was very surprised about the offer though, and happy to learn more about his power although he didn't want to be unable to see Anna. He had hurt her though, and didn't want to ever do that again.

The King looked at Fyrste and then back at Pabbie, "If you think it is for the best, and for a short time," he directed the next at Fyrste, "We will miss you and we love you, but you can do this and we believe in you." Fyrste ran to hug them, and then they went back to the horse with the sleeping Anna and left for the castle again.

Pabbie looked to Fyrste now, "I believe we have much to talk about?"

"Uhm… probably."

"Well, go on and tell me what happened, child," the wise-troll said. And Fyrste told him; he described the snowflake, then the wolf and all the animals and the journey, and finally the boy and his new name.

Pabbie looked at him appraisingly, "Fyrste then, a prince, fitting. We will begin training tomorrow, and I shall see if maybe you wanted to shape your heart-stone with me afterward. I don't know about the wolf, there is lore, but I can't guarantee you will be able to learn how or accomplish the transformation. Let's set you up somewhere to sleep." He led Fyrste to the moss bed where he had meditated and motioned to it. Pabbie then went and retrieved another clump of moss where he settled down and turned into a boulder. Fyrste curled into a ball on the moss and meditated until he fell asleep.