Chapter 1: One of a Kind

Olaf the snowman was wandering through the halls of Arendelle's castle, searching for the Queen. He had just retrieved her favorite hairbrush from Princess Anna, who had borrowed it and asked Olaf to deliver it back to her sister. As Olaf approached Queen Elsa's door, he was eye level with the keyhole and happened to get a peek into her room.

Elsa stood naked in front of her vanity, with long creamy legs and voluptuous breasts. She was just in the process of selecting a sundress for the spring day. Olaf had never seen anything so beautiful.

Despite having a personal snow flurry to combat the seasonably warm weather, Olaf suddenly found himself in danger of literally melting. A warmth he had never experienced before flooded through him, and it could only be described, in his rather innocent mind, as want. He wanted Elsa. But what did that mean, exactly? Even he wasn't sure. Nevertheless, he waited until he was certain the Queen's nakedness was covered before knocking on the door. "Come in," said Elsa's sweet voice.

Olaf skipped inside. "Hi, Elsa! Here's that hairbrush that Anna borrowed from you."

"Oh, just in time, Olaf!" Elsa seized the hairbrush and began doing up her blonde locks. "You're like a magician! Olaf, you're a life-saver, my hero!" She patted his head affectionately.

Olaf left the Queen's chambers in a daze. From that moment, he knew that he didn't want just Elsa. He wanted to be human. For that would be the only way for Elsa to perhaps be with him, right? She would never want him as just a snowman, not in the way he wanted her. The little snowman made a dash for the stablehouse, where his friends - Kristoff and Sven - were gearing up for the day.

Needless to say, both the Ice Master and his reindeer were surprised by what Olaf had to tell them.

"I'm going to ask Queen Elsa a favor," Olaf told his friends.

Kristoff's jaw dropped. He knew that spring was the most important season of the year for Queen Elsa, after winter, of course. The kingdom was always bustling with activity and there was plenty of work to be done. "You're going to bother Queen Elsa with favors?"

"Kristoff... I want to be... human," Olaf confessed. Sven snorted in surprise and Kristoff now looked like he was going to faint.

"Human? Why, Olaf?"

"I... I have my reasons," he replied evasively.

"But you would be a stranger to our ways! How do you think you could live as a human? And even if you could become one, no one would really want to know what you, Olaf, are like as a human."

Olaf grinned sappily. "One person does. Magician, she calls me. Hero! I want to be human, and I think Elsa's magic can make it so. The happiness of being me is not what it's cracked up to be. It's lonely being one of a kind." And he raced away to ask the Queen before he lost his nerve.

He found Queen Elsa alone in her study, going over treaty documents. "Elsa, there's something I want to ask you, about your magic," Olaf willed himself to say.

"Ask away, little friend," Elsa smiled.

"You made me. So... do you think you could make me human?"

Elsa's mouth unhinged into a perfect 'O'. "I'm sure I don't know, Olaf. Why... why would you want to be human?"

Olaf didn't have the nerve to tell Elsa the real reason - that he felt she would only want him if he was a human - so he simply said. "Just curious." An idea came to him. "Love will thaw, right. Maybe love could thaw me into a human. Like, there are stories of a princess kissing a frog and he becomes a prince. What if a... kiss from you could thaw me into a human?"

Elsa thought about it. She had never shown that kind of affection to Olaf before - only hugs and pats on the head had ever been exchanged. Humming curiously, she stood and circled the desk, kneeling down so she was eye-level with Olaf. "Very well. If you're sure." And, surprised that she suddenly felt so nervous, she bent and kissed Olaf on the thin line of his mouth.

His snow-skin felt soft and fragile against her lips, but in the next instant, a giggling Olaf was suddenly rising into the air as white flurries of snow swirled around him. Hands to her mouth, Elsa rose and backed away in astonishment, watching intently.

The snow was disappearing! Instead of white fluff, Olaf's exterior was melting away to reveal white, human skin. His body was widening, elongating in length and height, until suddenly, the human form of Olaf floated gently to the floor and lay still.

Amazed and a little bewildered, Elsa dared to approach the stranger in Olaf's place, shrinking back when the rise and fall of his chest indicated the first breath of new life. Olaf finally turned around and tried to stand, but his wobbly new legs would not obey. He pitched forward, right into Elsa's arms so that she caught him.

Elsa gazed into Olaf's eyes, studying him curiously. In the little snowman's place was a handsome youth about her age, with a chiseled chest and dark, deep pools for eyes. His red hair (long and down past his shoulders) matched the shade of his former carrot nose - a nose which was now button-shaped and cute. Elsa gasped. "It is you!"

Cradled in the Queen's embrace and with her face so close, Olaf forgot himself. Pushing his face up, he pressed his lips against Elsa's in a deep kiss.

Elsa's eyes widened in shock and she froze, not knowing what to do or how to respond. She didn't return or otherwise deepen the kiss... but she didn't pull away, either.

"Ummmmmmm..." The sound - something between a whimper and a squeak - came from the back of Elsa's throat, and there was enough uncertainty there to signal Olaf to break the kiss. To his credit, he looked sheepish over having potentially crossed a line.

For Elsa's part, she was pretty ambivalent about the kiss, of having one planted on her out of the blue. The only thing she could say with certainty was that, for a first kiss, it had been a nice kiss.

Awkwardly, she helped Olaf to his feet and get a sense of his new legs and human body. "Thank you, Elsa," he beamed with happiness, before more or less wobbling out of the room. Elsa stared after him, touching her kissed lips in wonder. With a curious purr of thought and the small hint of a... smile, Elsa turned back to her desk and went back to work.