There was Darkness, and in this black emptiness was nothing but stillness everlasting. Till, one day something wonderful occurred, there was light, and from this white light a being emerged, the origin of the power of life, the Winged God of Life. The Winged God stretched out his hands and with a simple wave he chased the Darkness away, allowing the brilliant light of life to shine through.

From his power, the world was born. At first there was nothing, but soon the world that he created was beginning to fill with various animals and even people. So strong were his powers that the creatures of the world became infused with this great light and obtained power of their own, becoming the Great Spirits.

The first spirit to be born was a monster, red in color, a creature born from when the first living thing committed murder, becoming rage incarnate, known simply as The Beast.

The second spirit was born out of fear for its own life, the golden-yellow personification of all fear, The Locust.

The third spirit was born from when life first attempted to move, the embodiment of the domineering will and strength of all creatures great and small, The Behemoth.

The fourth spirit was born from tempting others into hoarding all in their sight, the vermillion reptile, The Leviathan.

The fifth spirit was born when living beings first offered prayer, and through this act of prayer hope was born, and that hope was The Songbird.

The sixth spirit was born from when two people realized the happiness of love, the creature born from love, which was both beautiful and fierce, was known as The Hunter.

And finally, compassion was given to us all, reaching out to everyone and touching their hearts with its understanding and caring nature, The Kraken.

The Winged God regarded these new creations, deeming them its children of light. However, as time marched on, the Winged God watched as the power of its children became too much for the living creatures that dwelled upon this world, creating havoc, dividing houses and kingdoms, and razing others to the ground.

So, with a heavy heart, the Winged God took his Children of Light and scattered them to the heavens, knowing that there power was better served to help this world and others grow stronger. With his work done and life well underway to flourishing, the Winged God decided to sleep, he lowered himself and became one with the very world that he himself created, his long sojourn of peaceful eternity begun…

"Why do you have such a pouty face?"

"Because I still think it was mean."

Within the library of the Arendelle royal castle, Anna and Elsa were busy reading a large tome. The elder sister was giggling at the younger sister's reaction to the story she had just read, knowing full well why.

"Every time I read this to you, you always get upset about the Winged God sending his children away," said Elsa.

"Because it is mean, the Winged God is their daddy, just because some bad things were happening doesn't mean that they couldn't fix them," argued Anna.

Elsa sat up and crossed her legs, "I understand, in a way…" the pale blonde girl held out her palm and almost immediately a blue energy emitted from them, changing quickly into snow and ice crystals. "If my powers hurt people…mom and dad…or even you, I know I'd leave. Go far away where I wouldn't be able to hurt anybody – Omph!"

Anna had quickly thrown herself at her older sister, sending Elsa plopping on her back with Anna tightly wrapping her arms around Elsa as if holding on for dear life.

"You can't, I won't let you! Nobody will make you go away, and you'll never have to! Your powers are beautiful and I like them!" Anna declared.

Elsa was slightly taken aback by what her sister said; it would be more poignant to say that it was what she said and how she said it. There was strong conviction in the little girl's voice; it was a comforting thing to hear. It was probably the one thing Elsa knew was always true, no matter how badly she may mess up with her powers, no matter how afraid others might be of her, she knew that Anna would never stop loving her, their bond was stronger than steel, ice, or even the mightiest mountain. She could withstand any hardship so long as she was by her side. Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna and rubbed her cheek against Anna's strawberry red hair.

"Thanks Anna," she said.

"I love you, Elsa."

Hearing that made the elder sister blush, she never understood why, they always say it to their mother and father, and they to them. But with Anna, it felt, different, not in a bad way, more like in a nervous, happy way.

"I love you too, Anna."

Anna finally decided to let her sister rise up from the floor and return to her sitting position. Only this time Anna decided to sit in Elsa's lap, making the elder sister giggle. Elsa then propped her chin on top of Anna's head and grabbed the book.

"Now where were we," asked Elsa.

"The part after the Winged God went to sleep," replied Anna.

"Okay, now then…"

Though the Great Spirits were gone, their power was not. All around the world there were places where their power was strong. Some had marked these places as cursed or forbidden, others claimed them as hallowed ground. These sites evoked strong emotions, and were said to contain strong magic.

It was this that drew an unknown smithy, someone only known as The Weaponer. Somehow this person was able to go to these sites and collect the raw power that each held within it. Taking these powers, the Weaponer retreated back to his forge, where he created seven weapons from the seven Great Spirits. And he named thusly:

The Ax of Rage

The Horn of Avarice

The Scythe of Fear

The Sword of Willpower

The Shield of Hope

The Staff of Compassion

The Rapier of Love

For years these seven weapons were hidden by the Weaponer, vowing that they were his greatest creations and that nobody would wield them. That is, until, he no longer had a say in the matter. A prince, seeking the fabled weapons petitioned the Weaponer to allow him usage of his greatest works. The Weaponer refused the prince, telling him that "If these were to ever be used, the world itself could be torn asunder!" The prince did not heed his warning and bartered, even threatened the Weaponer to hand over his prized creations.

When the Weaponer still refused him the prince, in a fit of anger, struck down the Weaponer. It was then that the Ax of Rage called out to the prince, he grasped the blood colored weapon in his hands and was infused with its deadly power. He became the Crimson Warlord.

The Weaponer did not want the Crimson Warlord to obtain any of the other weapons, so, choosing the lesser of two evils, he used the last of his mysterious magic, and sent the remaining six away from them, off to locations even he knew not.

It was not long before others found the weapons powered by the negative emotional energy. The horn found its kindred in the form of a queen whose greed knew no bounds; her dreaded name was the Vermillion Empress.

The third was a mystery; he wielded the Scythe of Fear and became known as the Golden Reaper.

Together these three evil ones laid waste to many kingdoms; enslaving those who bowed before them and slaying any who dared defy their rule. Long did the lands suffer under their tyranny and evil, but as with all things, the night is darkest before dawn. And that dawn did show brightly in four heroes.

The Emerald Knight, a master swordsman, bound by the Old Code, and bearer of the Sword of Willpower.

The Blue Paladin, a princess who hailed from a kingdom that had been destroyed by the Crimsion Warlord. She bore the fast standing Shield of Hope.

The Indigo Sage, a man of few words and when he spoke it was often in a strange language, and saying the strange word as he prayed with one hand, "Nok." This stoic one used the Staff of Compassion.

And lastly, the Violet Chevalier, a young noble girl from the Gaelic kingdom, who's Rapier of Love could pierce even the coldest of hearts and fill them with love.

And so the great battle ensued, a war of emotions and light, a clashing of souls and might. This war raged on for more than seven months, the four noble warriors knew that they were nearly equal in power, and that it would be only a matter of time before one gave out, but that was a risk that they couldn't take. And so the Emerald Knight concocted a desperate plan, in order to defeat them, they would first have to separate the evil ones form their demonic weapons.

On a cold December day, the seven squared off once again and the last and final battle started. The first to fall was the Golden Reaper, the Scythe of Fear being plucked from his hands by the Indigo Sage.

The second was the Vermillion Empress. The Blue Paladin used her light to weaken the power of the Empress, allowing the Violet Chevalier to strike her heart and fill it with the power of love. With no avarice present in her heart and soul, the Horn of Avarice fell from her hands.

The last, and hardest, was the Crimson Warlord. The Emerald Knight clashed with the red tyrant, again and again, their blades striking with resounding force. The Emerald Knight found an opening and struck the Crimson Warlord in the heart in order to end their fight, but something was wrong. The Crimson Warlord did not fall; he merely chuckled evilly and raised his ax to behead his foe. It was only thanks to the Blue Paladin that the Emerald Knight was spared a fatal blow.

The Crimson Warlord roared at the two and stated, "My heart no longer beats you fools! This ax is now my heart! It is the very thing which sets my blood on fire and fills me with power!"

Knowing that the Crimson Warlord would not be easily felled, the Emerald Knight and Blue Paladin used their strongest power, Synergy. The united energy of Willpower and Hope shined brighter than the sun, their bodies set ablaze by their shared power. With one final assault, the two warriors wretched the Ax of Rage from the Warlord, and its effects were immediate.

Separated from his ax the Crimson Warlord had nothing to sustain his life, with his heart no longer beating in his chest, and on the verge of death , he gave one last deceleration.

"This is not the end! The blood of my rage stills flows! This world will burn; all shall kneel before my empire of hatred…!"

And with that said the Crimson Warlord fell silent, death had taken him.

With the threat of the three evil ones no longer looming over the world, the four noble warriors decided to hide and scatter all seven weapons. Making a pack to never reveal the secret location to either themselves or anyone else, less the terrible War of Light be reignited once again…

But, it is said that the Emerald Knight left behind clues, so that if the power were ever needed, a warrior would could find the sword, one who had the power to overcome fear and stand up to evil. For he knew that such powerful weapons, forged from the very essence of the Great Spirits, could not stay buried forever, for such power begs to shine, light can never be snuffed out, and neither can the hunger for power…

Elsa closed the tome, no matter how many times they read this legend; it always seemed to excite them again and again. It was then that Anna looked up at Elsa quizzically.

"Do you think that those weapons are still around," asked Anna.

"Anna, it's a legend, as in 'made up.' There's no such thing," said Elsa.

"Uh huh, says the sister who can make it snow in the ballroom whenever she wants."

Elsa thought about this for a minute and decided that her sister did have a point. She was born with the power to command the ice and snow, who was she to question the validity of an ancient legend. With that argument settled Elsa motioned for Anna to get up so that she could put the tome back where she found it. Once she did, Elsa turned to Anna and scratched at her chin as she gazed up at the grandfather clock.

"Well, mommy and daddy will be out for a little while longer, what else could we do?"

Anna pondered this for a mere second before her happy-go-lucky grin spread across her face, "Do you want to build a snowman!?"