Prologue

"Seems like the sorceress of the North Mountain isn't so happy today." a burly man mumbled as he took a sip out of his beer glass. Many people in the little tavern heard him and shuddered at the thought. But a young woman clad in warrior clothing (could probably be mistaken for a man from a distance) looked at him with curious teal eyes. Her winter boots which almost reached her knee had a golden emblem on the top, and she walked up to his table and sat down across from him.

"Sorceress?" he looked up on her and since she had her hat off you could see her flame red hair clearly. He snorted and cocked his head towards the window. A snowstorm was raging outside and the main reason why there were many people in the tavern.

"The reason to this awful weather.. Everyone who lives here have heard about her. Who are you?" The girl adjusted her leather coat, especially the armor pieces on her shoulders, before leaning her forearms down on the wooden table.

"You could say I'm a traveler, or more a warrior on a journey I suppose. I'm not from here anyway. Name's Anna." the man narrowed his eyes at the red head before letting a quiet grumble escape him as he leaned back in the chair.

"Well warrior, welcome to Arendelle, a kingdom that are cursed with a sorceress." she tilted her head slightly to the side, urging him to continue. "Alright, I'll tell you. It's not such a long story but you might want to get comfortable either way." nodding, Anna fixed her chair so it was close to the table so she could easily lean on it. One of the maids even served her a glass of warm chocolate.

"So you don't have to sit through it without a drink." teal eyes glanced at the drink, then at some others in the tavern and noticed that everyone were either whispering or being quiet, almost like they were also waiting to hear the story. Must be some story.. she thought then turned to the man again. Taking another sip and clearing his throat he glanced over at the window.

"Well, as older people surely remembers it, our king and queen ruled the land with pride. Arendelle was wonderful back then. The gates were open, people could go and meet with the two royalties and talk about problems and they would do their best to fix them. Everybody were happy, even winter storms like this one was spent in happiness. But the queen and king weren't happy. They wanted a child, but no matter how much they tried they could not get one. That unhappiness affected the kingdom as well, and with the years, everyone was afraid we would be without a heir."

taking another sip, he looked at Anna who listened with curiosity. "And as a last resort. They went to meet with the trolls up in the mountains. The oldest of the trolls, met with them, and granted the king and queen their wish. But it was a ancient magic, something that could only be used once. And he warned them that there could be consequences. But they risked it, and was blessed with a child. However when the child was born, it was when the two were on a trip, and when it took it first breaths it breathed in the snow from the storm around them. The child being born because of magic, still had a bit of magic left inside, and that magic combined with the snow inside the infants body."

"What happened?" Anna asked as he had taken a short break. Breathing in he closed his eyes.

"The magic stayed, cursing the child, and with the snow, it made the skin paler then normal, and eyes became ice blue. The queen had given birth to a healthy girl. But they soon realized, that as the infant screamed, the snowstorm picked up, and only when she felt the heartbeat of her mother and calmed down, did the snow also calm down. Of course, they didn't think it was anything special. But all that changed when the girl sneezed, and blue snow circled around her face. And as she grew older, her powers grew, and the parents closed the gates, making any outer contact impossible, wanting to protect their daughter and get her to control her powers."

"But.. eighteen years later, her powers had grown so much, so one touch could freeze anything solid. Of course, she tried to control it. But one day, the gates opened, and a cloaked figure escaped on what looked like a pure white horse, ice sprouted from it's tracks as it ran through the city. And later, we were only informed that the king and queen had been frozen in to a cube of ice. And no matter how much we tried to melt it. The ice didn't even drip. And we believed, that the cloaked figure was a sorceress who froze them, and took the princess away. And people were sent to look for her, and they reached a castle, made of ice, but no one can get in, cause it's not only said that it's guarded by some kind of monster, but whenever people try to get close, a huge snowstorm appears, leaving them disoriented and unable to locate where the castle is. So no one goes near the North mountain. And whenever there's a snowstorm like this one, it's usually her not being in a good mood."

the whole tavern had grown quiet, listening to the story the man told.

"Other then pale skin and ice blue eyes, how did the princess look like?" Anna asked after a moment of silence.

"We don't know. What we know about the princess was told from people who was there to see her birth. Since they closed the gates and pretty much cut any sort of contact, no one could ever really see the princess. And when her parents froze, it's said that cloaked figure ran out with something in their arms, and it had come from the princess's bedroom. So we can only guess the sorceress took her. But she's probably gone by now.. Shame, cause in just a few weeks from now she would have come of age to become queen." the girl nodded slowly, then furrowed her eyebrows.

"That is some tale.. Made me curious." she stood and put on her hat, drank the rest of her drink then headed towards the door.

"You're not going to the north mountain are you? It's not safe. There might be bandits." the man warned but she shrugged.

"I'm not one for going the safe route." was her only answer as she walked out of the tavern.

A cloaked figure of a woman walked around in the forest of the north mountain. The snowstorm was lighter there at the moment, merely because the one making the storm wanted it so. Ice blue eyes looked around wearily, making sure her whole body was covered in the brown cloak. The hood was over her head and you wouldn't be able to see her hair if it wasn't for the braid that hanged over her left shoulder, platinum blond hair.

Her name was Elsa, and she was the sorceress everyone talked about. The snowstorm she's made was not because of a bad mood, but because she was out walking and didn't want anyone to come out of their houses and walk towards the north mountain and maybe bump in to her. Elsa wasn't usually out, she was mostly in her ice castle, making sure no one came closer then a kilometer from her home.

But now was a special occasion, that being that she needed to go get some herbs from a cliff side a hour away from her castle. She never felt comfortable with leaving, mainly cause she was afraid to run in to someone. Not because they might hurt her, but because she might hurt them. Just thinking about it made her shudder. Taking a deep breath, Elsa kept walking, occasionally looking around and trying to listen for any sign of people.

And eventually, she heard battle cries which made her jump, accidentally freezing the ground beneath her feet. The sound of battle reached her ears but she tried to ignore it, realizing the battle was taking place just down the hill. The storm around her got slightly worse, she was panicking. Conceal, don't feel. She chanted in her head, pressing on. But soon the clinging of swords stopped, and she heard the sound of trampled snow getting closer.

Quickly hiding behind a tree, the wind had picked up slightly, making her hood fall down but at the moment, she wanted to concentrate on not getting found. Hearing the steps get closer, she pulled her hair back over her head out of habit, as a figure started to come her way through the trees. Holding her breath, Elsa watched as this person came close enough for her to see who it was. And when she did, ice blue eyes widened slightly, and she found herself staring.

It was a girl, she was holding a sword in her right hand while her left was clutching a wound on her right side. She wore a serious look, blue eyes fixated in front of her. Blood was running down from the corner of her lips and there was even a trail of blood behind her but she didn't seem to care. Her nose and freckled cheeks were slightly red from the cold and her flame red hair braided in two pigtails were flying in the strong wind.

It was obvious that she was trying to ignore the pain and blood loss. Elsa found herself entranced by the girl, her mouth slightly agape and a light flush was covering her cheeks.

But as she felt like she should reveal herself and help the warrior, she also didn't think it would be such a good idea. Should she help or just leave her be? The red head walked past her hiding spot, and she could hear her panting, obviously exhausted from her earlier battle. And slowly, she came to a stop, blood trickling down making the snow red. Then she just toppled over, face first in the snow, her sword falling from her hand. And without thinking, Elsa ran over.

Kneeling down beside the girl, she checked the wound, it looked really bad. And seeing how much blood she's already lost, the red head could most surely die if she was left here like this. Contemplating over what to do for a minute, Elsa bit her lip. She'd never helped anyone before, hell, people have probably died in her snowstorms. But looking at the girl's face for a brief moment, she felt herself flush, something she didn't even know she could still do.

"Keep it together Elsa.. Just.. Just.. Ah, fuck it all.." She mumbled to herself. Moving the girl's hand from the wound, she ripped off part of her cloak then wrapped it around the red head's side to stop most of the bleeding and stood. Taking a deep breath she started moving her hands and out of the snow the form of a horse appeared.

When she was done, the snow animal started moving, looking around, almost like it was surprised over it's own existence for a mere minute before turning to Elsa who had already made some kind of sled behind it and a comfortable place to lay the girl down. Taking off her cloak, she covered the red head's body with it, hoping it to be of some kind of comfort, then jumped on the horse, made a rope that connected the sled and horse, and encouraged the animal to move.

"So far.. So good.."

Me: I don't know if I should call this a prologue or not but.. meh. and just so everyone knows! this MIGHT get rated M later on.. don't know yet.. hi, it's me again, yeah I know I'm writing Frozen like there's no tomorrow, ah god..

Elsa: this is.. interesting..

Me: yeah, I'm not gonna take full credit of the idea, but I got this idea when I looked at a drawing on deviantart called "Wounded and frozen warrior" by a artist iman-maliki. I loved the drawing, and after getting permission I wrote this. and the pic to this story is actually that drawing so if you wanna know how Anna is suppose to look, just look at that pic cause I'm bad at describing clothes..

Anna: ouch, looks like I was hit pretty bad, but it's fine, Elsa will take care of me.

Elsa: yes well, I don't think I would ever just leave you to die..

Me: aren't you guys cute. but if you haven't checked her drawing out yet, then do so cause I love every one of them, they're so adorable~

Elsa: review with ideas for future one shots, future chapters, and your opinion of course. and Wolf wants to say that she doesn't know how frequently she will update this one, cause she have a lot of others she need to update right now, or well, not a lot just three but still.

Me: yeah, I'll try my best, but no promises I can't keep, to be quite honest, I have no idea how this is gonna turn out but we'll see.. and for you cubs who read my negitoro fanfics, don't worry, I'm almost done with the latest update for CC.

Anna: *hugs Elsa* bye bye everyone X3