Hey there! Thanks for clicking on my story :). Officially, it's supposed to be a sequel to the fanfiction 'Ice Princess' that I wrote about Elsa's childhood, but those of you who didn't read that will still be able to understand this perfectly, as I'll only make a few references to it (which you can easily ignore). All you really need to know about that fanfic is that it paints Elsa's childhood in a much darker light. Any mention to her parent's being 'bad' people or to an OC named Benson will just be a reference to that first fanfiction, so feel free to just overlook it.

Anyway, this fanfic is going to almost be like a sequel to 'Frozen', to be honest. It takes places a few years after and is about Elsa defending her kingdom from a certain supernatural enemy, though there will be many complications along the way. It's going to be a bit more action-y than I'm used to writing, but also very emotional, which is something I like to think I'm good at. There shouldn't be TOO many chapters (maybe five or six) and just warning you now, I have a tendency to write things very dark and gruesome, so look out for that in the future. I've been having a pretty busy summer, too, so my updating schedule may be a little crazy. Hopefully it'll all turn out okay, though.

Well... enjoy, I guess! I hope you like my story!

Chapter One: The Message

"Happy five-year anniversary, Elsa!"

For a girl who slept in until noon every-other day, Anna seemed awfully cheery this morning. Pulling herself up from bed, Elsa stretched the exhaustion from her body and then moved her hands automatically to the heavy, white braid atop her shoulder. She could feel the frizz tickling her fingers, and in one swift move she had pulled her hairband out, allowing it all to flow messy and free down her back.

"Haaugh…" Elsa yawned, squeezing her eyes shut and putting a hand over her mouth. "W-What anniversary? I'm not married."

She was talking exceptionally casual and tired-like this morning, and given the formalities of her title, it was not something she'd consider doing very often. But then again... this was Anna she was with. Somehow, Anna was different than the rest of the world; Elsa could be human around her.

Acting as her usual playful self, Anna giggled and threw herself down on the bed, tackling her sister back onto her pillows. Elsa would've asked her why she awake this early, but considering she already knew the reason, that would've been a waste of breath. Ever since Kristoff had decided to deliver his ice on Friday mornings, Anna had made quite sure that she was awake to greet him each time he arrived, her smiling face there to warm him up after trudging endlessly through the cold mountains. It would've been quite a sweet gesture, had the girl not insisted upon also walking her sister up for company.

"Five years since your coronation… duh! It's your five year anniversary of being queen!"

Elsa sat up again and knocked her sister to the floor, who landed with a heavy grunt. Elsa looked down at her and saw the girl's signature red braids splayed out on either side of her head, circling her face in a way that appeared almost comical. She suppressed a mischievous smile.

"Then that means it's also my five year anniversary of almost-permanently freezing the entire kingdom of Arendelle. How fun; let's celebrate!"

She stood up for real this time and went to her closet, peering in and trying to decide between wearing one of her un-meltable ice dresses, or one made of regular cloth. She eventual zoned in on a nice, simple blue gown that she hadn't worn in a while and made to take it out of the closet.

"Oh, you're so pessimistic," Anna exclaimed, peeling herself off of the floor like a giant pancake. "It's so annoying."

Elsa laughed as she pulled off her nightgown, her next words slightly muffled by fabric.

"You only think that because you're practically the biggest, most-reckless optimist in the kingdom."

"I'm not reckless!"

"Try saying that to your ex-fiancee, Prince Hans."

"OH MY GOD, IT'S BEEN FIVE YEARS ALREADY! WILL YOU STOP BRINGING THAT UP!?"

Elsa laughed even louder as she slipped on her dress, feeling it hug her curves and dance around her mid-calves just the way she liked it.

"I'll stop once I find something better to tease you with."

"Ugh," groaned Anna loudly, throwing back her head in exasperation. "You're always such a—hey! Wait a second! Don't wear that!"

"Huh?" Elsa looked down at her dress, surprise evident in her voice. "You don't like it?"

"No, it's fine, it's just that… today's special! It's your anniversary, so you should wear you first dress."

"My coronation dress?" Elsa asked. "That one was so stuffy… and even if I wanted to wear it, how can I? The cape is still floating around somewhere in the North Mountains."

"No, no, the coronation dress doesn't count! I mean your first ice dress. That really pretty one!"

At this, Elsa laughed again. Somehow, whenever Anna was near, Elsa always found herself laughing.

"Anna, I love that dress, but do you realize how scandalous it is? Low neckline, tight waist, giant slit near my legs… a queen just can't wear something like that on a business day!"

"But—"

Elsa quickly ran a comb through her hair, redoing her signature braid in the mirror.

"Sorry, but I got a lot of documents to sign and fill-in today. Don't have time to indulge your every whim. Have fun with your mountain boyfriend."

"Elsa, you better not—!"

Too late. Elsa was already walking out of her bedroom, leaving a still floor-ridden Anna behind her. She smiled to herself at the muffled sound of her sister's protests. Surely, as she always did, Anna would visit her private study to have lunch with her this afternoon. By then, her mind would be full of some funny story about Kristoff or Olaf, and her entire dress-plea would be lost and forgotten in the back of her brain. Her sister, as impulsive and cheery as she always was, was just the type of person to do something like that. It was why Elsa loved her so much.

Five minutes later, the queen was settling herself down at the desk in her study, getting ready to begin a day of… well, being queen. She looked over a certain mountain of paperwork before her and sighed heavily to herself. After five years of experience, she could honestly say that being royalty wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sure, as a princess Anna always seemed to be having fun, but Elsa as a queen? It was just a whole lot of work, and not so much play. Of course her people loved her despite her differences, and she felt a whole lot happier than she ever had as a small, lonely child trapped alone in her room… but still. Sometimes, though she'd never admitted it, Elsa just wished she didn't have to be a queen.

Selfish, the woman reprimanded herself as soon as the thought had crossed her mind, biting her lip in punishment. If you don't do it, Anna will have to, and you know how much it would kill her to have all this responsibility. You work so Anna can have fun. You work so Anna can live life. You work so Anna can be happy, and that's that.

Elsa sighed and sat herself right back behind her desk, taking out a quill and dipping it ever gently in a half-used bottle of ink. There was also the fact that, without her as queen, Arendelle would fall to anarchy and crumble… so of course it was very important that she kept it up. Who cared if she didn't get to do a lot of hanging out with sister? It was just a sacrifice that had to be made, and honestly, she was proud to be the one making it. For Arendelle. For Anna.

After that, Elsa spent the next fifteen minutes trying to find the right way to word a letter to a neighboring kingdom, telling them as politely as possible to stop trading them rotten apples masked as fresh one's. She was just at the point of suggesting possible ways for them to preserve their fruit when a sharp sound rang into her ears and shocked her from her work.

Knock. Knock.

The quick, polite tapping shattered the silence in the air, pulling Elsa from her mind and placing her back in reality. The queen raised her head from the array of papers scattered across her desk, glancing towards the door at the end of her study.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Who was that? It couldn't be Anna, surely; the girl hadn't knocked in years. That was more Elsa's fault than anything, considering she had insisted on keeping an open-door policy with her, but still. The girl didn't have to barge in all the time...

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

"You may enter!" Elsa heard herself call. Assuming it was one of the guards come to inform her of something, she made sure to keep the formality heavy in her voice.

The door slowly slid open, and in a moment she caught sight of a head full of shiny, black curls.

"Oh, it's just you, Dustin." Elsa quickly went back to a more casual tone, smiling up at the approaching boy. "Anything new?"

He nodded very slowly, his curls bouncing slightly on his head.

"I-I just wanted to inform you that those trade agreements you were waiting for came in from Corona today, Your Majesty."

"It's about time," Elsa responded, pulling the documents from his hand. "Thanks."

She looked at him for a moment before adding, "But call me Elsa, please."

She didn't know why she kept insisting that to people—surely, it wasn't the most important problem to address—but she simply couldn't help herself. She hated the formalities of her many titles, and Dustin had been her closest-advisor for nearly three years, now. She practically trusted him with everything, and that included her own life. She would've hoped, at least, they would be on first-name terms by this point. Elsa kept reminding him of this, yet somehow the nervous little guy kept forgetting.

"Yes, sorry… Elsa."

There was silence for a little while after that. Elsa mulled over her thoughts for what could've been the thousandth time that week, while Dustin just stood and watched her, as if waiting for command.

Dustin, himself, had just recently reached his twenty-fourth birthday, making him two years younger than Elsa. He was gangly in stature—enough so that he was a bit taller than her—but his wide-eyed, innocent appearance allowed him to pass for a teenager if need be. She remembered the day she had hired him with great nostalgia, and for a moment, allowed herself to dwell on that memory.

The news that the queen was searching for a new advisor—after the retirement of her father's old one—must have spread like wildfire, for on that certain week, it had seemed to her that hundreds upon hundreds of men, woman, and children alike had crowded the castle gates, willing and eager to earn the title. Elsa, as naturally introverted as she always was, had been so overwhelmed with the turn-out that she had had to go to the extremes to sort through it.

First, she had ordered twenty of her castle guards to go and check each person's credentials one-by-one, filtering out all those without any legitimate experience. That, fortunately, had erased about 80% of the competition. She wasn't even sure why people even bothered applying for a job if they knew they weren't qualified for it. After that, she had asked each remaining applicant to fill-out a form of information and write a paragraph as to why they deserved to work so close to royalty. She couldn't read them all, of course, so she had asked her guards to sort through them for her, using their best judgement to take out any who they deemed unfit to serve. Finally, the list was narrowed down to fifteen people, and the interviews had started.

Elsa had started the final interview-day knowing it was going to be quite a long one, but her bleak expectations still did not prepare her from the utter torture that occurred during that twenty-four hour period. Time and time again she was greeted with the same, forced smiles. She asked the same, generic questions, received the same, generic answers, and was forced to judge between men and women who were all more-or-less the exact same. The interviews were long and repetitive, and her head was pounding by the time the last had died down.

There were a few applicants who seemed a little off-put by her powers, and some that tried way too hard to act as if they were totally normal (oh, I love how cold it is in here! Did I mention how much I simply adore the snow?) and lucky for her, Elsa could cross those off with ease. Most, however, just tried to avoid the subject completely, which the queen considered at least a tolerable reaction.

Still, the woman had walked out of her office that evening with a massive headache and her eyes itching for sleep.

"Have you decided yet?" Anna had asked eagerly as they had run into each other in the hallways, smile wide and excited as always.

"No… I need to take a walk to think about it," she had told her, shaking her head sullenly. "And before you ask... no, you cannot come along. I love you, Anna, but I need some thinking space, and you can't keep quiet for ten minutes without practically erupting."

The girl had grumbled something after that, a child-like pout on her lips, but luckily she'd let her go off without problems, most likely due to Kristoff's recent explanation to her about what personal space was. That night, Elsa had walked out the gates with ease, a black-hooded cloak draped over herself to conceal her identity. It was something her guards had suggested whenever she went out alone, to prevent assassinations. She only wore it to appease them, of course… she felt she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

It was then, just leaving the safety of her castle home, that the boy had run into her head-on.

"Ouch… oh, sorry! Sorry!"

As Elsa had straightened herself up from the harsh hit, listening to the boy's pleading apology, she had watched as a thick stack of papers in his hands shot out into the air. Almost immediately, he was on his knees, hastily scooping up loose sheets and shoving them into a messy pile. Elsa leaned down to help him, but he raised his hands to stop her.

"No, no. My fault, I'll do it."

"Are you alright?" she had asked him after a moment of silence. "Why were you in such a hurry?"

He didn't even look up at her as he spoke. In fact, if she hadn't known any better, she would've said he was almost too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.

"Um, yeah. Yeah I'm fine. I was just… did you hear about the job opening for the queen's advisor? I know I'm kinda late for that, but I didn't hear about it until earlier today—my grandmother was sick, so I was sort of taking care of her for a few days in Corona. Do you think the queen'll accept applications late? I don't know, I just… I really need the job."

At this, Elsa raised her eyebrows, suddenly extremely interested in what he had to say.

"Oh? And what makes you think you have what it takes?"

At this, very slowly, the boy raised his head to look at her. His arms were full of his miss-mashed assortment of papers, and his cheeks were pink with a mix of shyness and shame. Elsa pulled down her hood a little, making sure it covered her face in enough shadows to disguise her features.

"Well, I don't technically have any experience," the boy muttered, eyes flitting towards the ground, "But I've been studying law, and governing, and economics, and all sorts of things since I was a little kid. I mean… I'm not sure if it'll mean anything to her, but I thought I'd at least try…"

His voice trailed off, and soon Elsa found herself smiling. Suddenly so thrilled, so confident, that she was ready and willing to make a complete impulse-based, illogical decision. It was weird, but there was some little voice in the back of her brain that just knew that this boy was it.

"Well, that's enough for me," she'd said, pulling down her hood so that her most recognizable feature—her long, white, ice-incrusted braid—fell onto her shoulder, "You're hired. You start tomorrow."

And she had watched, slight smirk on her lips, as at first Dustin had looked at her with confusion. Then, all at once, the recognition came into his eyes, and his mouth literally dropped open in the most comical of ways.

"Q-Queen?" he murmured, as if he'd never even heard the word before, "B-but—"

Elsa liked the way he looked at her. Nervous, but not out of fear. He was only excited to meet her… anxious not because of what she could do to him, but because he wanted so badly to impress her. It was the exact same way Benson had looked at her so long ago… and, now that she thought of it, the way Anna had looked at her on the day of coronation. It was a beautiful look, and Elsa knew suddenly that she had chosen correctly.

"What's your name?" she had asked him, and he, looking completely taken aback, muttered it almost unintelligibly between his lips.

"Dustin. My name is Dustin, Miss."

"Well, see you tomorrow, Dustin. Eight o'clock sharp. Don't be late."

And then she had strode off, smirk still glued to her lips, and she hadn't regretted it since.

Back in reality, Elsa finally spoke up, realizing she'd been staring at the nervous boy too long for justification.

"Did the finance reports come in yet?"

Dustin blinked at her, as if he too had been lost in a swirl of thoughts, before somehow managing to find his tongue.

"No, Your Majest—I mean, Elsa. But they should by this afternoon. I'll get them to you then."

"Ah, thank you. And please, if you find the time, remember to—"

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Huh?"

Both Elsa and Dustin stopped talking, turning to the door.

"Who is that?" Dustin asked, horrified that someone would knock so violently on the door of the queen.

She looked at him blankly.

"I have no idea."

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Shouldn't you let them in?" Dustin asked timidly, looking at her.

"Yeah," she murmured, "I guess so."

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

"The door is unlocked!" she called, slightly annoyed. "You may enter!"

The person knocking flung themselves in immediately.

"Kristoff?" Elsa gasped, staring at him strangely, "What are you doing here? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The blond-haired mountain man didn't seem to be in the shape to answer her. Clutching his side, his breathing was heavy and ragged, and it was clear that he had sprinted to her as fast as humanly possible. He struggled to get out a sentence between his gasps.

"Ghuahh… Elsa… Ghuahh… the trolls… Ghuahh… they said… Ghuahh… to get you… Ghuahh… emergency…"

"The trolls need me?" Elsa translated. She raised an eyebrow at this. The last time she'd spoken to the trolls was… well, when she was a little girl. Anna had certainly seen them plenty of times before, being that they were her boyfriend's relatives, but herself? She hadn't so much as said a single word.

"Ghuahh… that's what… Ghuahh… they said."

"Why?"

"Ghuahh… no… Ghuahh… idea."

"Dustin!" she said immediately, turning to him and ignoring the panting blond. "What does my schedule look like today?"

Dustin checked.

"Nothing but a meeting at noon, Elsa."

"Well then cancel it. We're going to visit the trolls instead."

"We're?"

Yes, we're. Fifteen minutes later, Kristoff was sitting anxiously on Sven, waiting to lead Elsa to his adoptive family. As quickly and efficiently as she could, the queen saddled herself onto her black horse, Flame—named ironically, of course—and prepared herself for the trot.

"Dustin," she said slowly, as the boy fed the hungry mare an apple for the journal. "Why don't you follow us? I'm just going to have to explain to you everything that happened, anyway. It'll be easier if you just came with."

He looked up at her. "I don't have a horse."

She shrugged. "That's alright, just hop on the back of mine. You can grab my waist for support."

At these words, Dustin's cheeks turned a bright pink, and fear crossed his face. Elsa greatly misinterpreted the expression.

"Oh," she said slowly, looking at him. "I know my powers can be intimidating. You don't have to touch me if you don't want to. Just hang on to Kristoff, instead."

At this, Dustin's fear turned to absolute horror, and he immediately tried to contradict her statement.

"No, no! It's not that at all! You don't understand, I just—"

He looked at the queen's expression and remembered she was in a hurry.

"Oh… I'll just get on, then."

In another fifteen minutes, the three were already rushing fast and furious under the scalding summer sun, all but Elsa beginning to sweat viciously. They galloped past tall, branching trees, wide, flower-filled fields of grass, and sweetest of all, a group of young Arendelle-children who all cheered as they witnessed the queen flying past. Still, despite this beautiful scenery, nobody was disappointed when the troll-kingdom became visible in the distance, and they were able to dismount their horse and reindeer.

"Kristoff," Elsa asked as they half-walked, half-ran to the suspicious pile of actually-living rocks, "Are you sure they didn't tell you anything about why they needed me?"

"Not a thing," the blond boy answered honestly. "As soon as I stopped by this morning, they just pushed me right back on Sven and demanded I go get you. I tried to ask, but they were persistent. If there's one thing I learned after all of my childhood, it's that you don't argue with trolls."

Elsa nodded and continued her swift striding. She was, admittedly, quite pleased that Kristoff had started talking to her so casually in the last year or so. When they'd first met, he'd been absolutely terrified. And, really, who could blame him? She had frozen an entire kingdom and nearly killed the girl he loved, after all. Once he got over that heart-wrenching fear, however, finally trusting that she was a good person, he was continuously nervous and bumbling about the fact that she was queen, always trying to act so polite and respectful around her. It was only recently that he'd begun to treat her like just another person, just another friend, and though she strongly suspected that Anna had prodded him to act this way, she couldn't help but be just a little bit proud of it. It made her feel like such a normal person.

"Hey! Get up, you guys! I brought Elsa just like you said!"

Kristoff ran forward to the rocks scattered on the ground, turning a few of them over and speaking without response. In a moment, however—as soon as Elsa's name was mentioned—they all unrolled to reveal the short, stout figures of the trolls.

"She's here!" one of the little one's shouted in a voice unbelievably high-pitched. "The queen is here!"

They all started to cheer and scream, a thousand voices speaking to her at once, and Elsa found herself subconsciously reverting back to her reserved, teenage self. She smiled shyly at them all, trying hopelessly to fight her way through the crowd of overexcited trolls and get back to where she could stand safe and alone in a patch of un-intimidating grass.

Kristoff, also being a natural loner, must of sensed her discomfort, for he shouted out, "Hey! Guys, come on! I know you're only trying to be friendly, but give her some space, will ya'? She's the queen!"

It was a sweet gesture, really, but a useless one. A couple of the younger trolls jumped to hug the blond man, and with his attention focused on trying to keep himself standing under their weight, he could not continue his stern reprimanding.

One troll—a female wearing a necklace of pink jewels—even grabbed Elsa's hand, tugging her along somewhere and speaking in an almost-motherly tone of voice. Like an obedient puppy, Dustin followed the two of them, not knowing what else to do.

"Oh, Pabbie will be so relieved to see you," said the mother troll, smiling up at her in a way that put her heart at ease. "He's been waiting, you know. What a good little boy my Kristoff is, bringing you here! He sure is quick. Especially when you tell him that it's a matter of life and death."

She leaned backwards towards Elsa and cupped a hand around her mouth. "That part may or may not have been a little-white lie…"

Elsa was just about to respond when suddenly another voice cut her off, this one much deeper and more serious.

"Ah, My Queen. I am glad to see you have received my message."

She looked over. There below her, looking up with wise and meaningful eyes, was an old troll that still lived in the very back of her memory. With thick, straw-like hair surrounding his face like a mane, two extremely-bushy eyebrows hanging over his eyes like fuzzy caterpillars, and a necklace of glowing, yellow crystals placed round his neck, he wasn't exactly a forgettable creature.

"Pabbie," Elsa began, remembering the name that Anna and Kristoff used to refer to the troll-king as. "It's good to see you again."

As she spoke, she suddenly realized that all the other trolls had been silenced by Pabbie's presence. They all stood still, at the moment, watching the two converse with wide and curious eyes.

"As much as I'd like to exchange pleasantries, Your Majesty," Pabbie continued, clearly unaware that she despised the title, "I do have a certain message of importance that needs to be shared with you. In private."

He glanced at the many eavesdropping trolls, and a few of the younger one's giggled in mischief.

"Now, if you and your assistant would just follow me, we'll be able to begin our talk in no time. The rest of you must stay."

Elsa and Dustin nodded, and the two of them began walking forward as they heard the many disappointed sighs and grunts from behind.

"I'll just… uh… stay back here and watch 'em, I guess," Kristoff said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll make sure no one follows you. You can have some privacy."

"Oh, no Kristoff," Elsa said suddenly, stopping on the spot. "You're a friend. Whatever Pabbie needs to tell me, I'm sure he'll have no problem telling you, too. You're the one who spent all that effort trying to get to me… there's no need to keep any secrets."

At this, Kristoff smiled, and she saw real affection in his eyes. "Thanks."

Five minutes later, all four were situated under a canopy of trees, specks of sunlight creeping in through the leaves and creating a beautiful patch-work affect against the grass. Un-formal as it was, there were no seats here, and Elsa ended up sitting cross-legged on the grass across from Pabbie. Dustin and Kristoff both stood behind her on either side, and she sensed their apprehension.

"What is this message you were going to give me?" Elsa inquired curiously, now looking at the troll with serious interest.

"Ah, yes… that..." He began to seem very hesitant now, and she noticed that he was looking at her strangely, as if considering something. Finally, much to Elsa's surprise, he hung his head down and sighed, looking to the ground in greatest shame.

"Let me just say, young queen—"

"Call me Elsa, please."

"Then let me just say, Elsa, that I am so, incredibly regretful of what I've done to you."

At this, she felt her eyebrows raise in complete surprise, confusion evident in her expression.

"And what would that be?"

"Years ago," Pabbie continued, voice so gruff and sad, "When your parents came to me with your younger sister, begging me to heal her, I gave them advise of how to raise a child born with powers. You were there, of course, so you know what I said. They were words with the best intentions, but horrific consequences. I never knew that your parents would take things that far…"

His voice trailed off for a moment, and Elsa took it as he chance to speak. "Oh… Anna must've told you, then. About everything they di—"

"When I said that fear would be your enemy, I meant your own fear. Your own self-hatred, shame, guilt… all of it. When you feel these things, your powers get uncontrollable, and that's when dark things begin to happen. I wanted your parents to realize this, so they could help you learn to accept yourself just the way you were. But they did not understand. They could not understand. They thought the fear I spoke of was the fear that others felt towards you, and thus they took all those steps to isolate you from the outside world. Then they did all those horrible things to make sure you stayed that way, and… I'm sorry, Elsa. With all my heart, I apologize. I should've known they were too flawed to understand what I truly meant. I should've taken precautions. But I let them leave with false ideas in their heads, and for that you have suffered greatly. I'm so sorry, My Queen."

Elsa looked at him unbelievably for a moment, and then suddenly found herself smiling in sympathy.

"I'm sure you know better than anyone that drowning yourself in guilt does no good at all. We've all made mistakes that have led to the misfortune of ourselves or others, but that's all in the past now, so we just have to learn to move beyond it. Thank you most sincerely for the apology, though. It means a lot to hear."

Very slowly, Pabbie raised his head to look at her, and there was a smile on his lip-less mouth.

"Ah, Elsa. Wise beyond your years. I have no doubt that you will grow to accomplish even greater things than you already have. Just like your sister, you've got the selfless spirit of a hero."

"Thank you, Pabbie… but certainly this can't be all you've brought me here to tell me, can it?"

Looking serious again, the troll nodded, his mane bristling beneath his chin.

"Clever, too. There is indeed much more to tell, but I'm struggling to find where to begin."

Elsa nodded slowly, remembering the difficulties she faced with telling Anna about her past, and allowed the troll to take some time to find the right words.

"This is not something a human would be able to understand," Pabbie began, his words slow and clear as if speaking to a child. "But I have recently begun… sensing an approaching presence. Quite a hostile one, actually, and it seems to me that your kingdom is the target."

At this, her eyes widened, and Elsa couldn't stop herself from speaking over the shocked gasps from the men behind her.

"You mean to say… attackers are coming to Arendelle?"

Pabbie nodded sadly. The silence was deafening.

"I would say more, but at the current time, I have no more. For some reason, though this doesn't usually occur, I find myself unable to determine exactly who or what this unknown enemy is, nor what their motives might be. All is still unclear, but I remain hopeful that we'll learn more as the enemy grows closer."

"So this must be a supernatural enemy of some kind, then?" Elsa interjected, her mind reeling in her head. "Kristoff told me that you trolls can detect magic, so you wouldn't be able to sense this enemy if they didn't at least have some sort of powers."

"Unfortunately, yes," Pabbie answered. "I called you here today so that I could warn you as soon as possible of the oncoming battle. More information will come in the near future, but I'm sure, as the brilliant queen you are, you're already planning ways to prepare your kingdom for this attack."

Elsa nodded seriously.

"Yes, of course. Thank you for this early warning; my kingdom and I are in your debt."

The troll-king smiled upon her. "For forgiving my unintentional crimes against you, consider that debt repaid. But, oh, there's one more thing I must mention before you go."

Elsa looked at him curiously, tilting her head to the side.

"And what's that?"

"I have a feeling that you might be their ultimate target."

Okay... it's over. What did you think? I'm sorry that it was a bit rushed, and even more so that it was kind of uninteresting. It's basically a prologue, so mainly I'm just setting the stage for the actual events of the fanfic. The next chapter will skip a few weeks and get right to it, so hopefully it'll be less boring.

Anyway, I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me your opinions... it would mean a lot to me :).