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An idea I had when walking earlier and I hope you like it :)

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I don't own Frozen.

"Her power will only grow. There is beauty in it, but also great danger. She must learn to control it, fear will be her enemy". The King's eyes widened as he listened to the old troll's words. He moved his gaze to his wife who was holding their three year old sleeping daughter. Ever since she was born, Elsa had always been unnaturally cold and the King and Queen never questioned it. However that morning, something unusual had happened.

When the Queen walked into her daughter's bedroom, Elsa was awake as usual. Standing in her cot, she waited patiently for her mother to pick her up.

"Good morning darling" the Queen greeted her happily.

"Mama!" Elsa shouted cheerfully and began to bounce up and down, clinging onto the rails for support. The Queen began to laugh at her daughter's behaviour. She reached down carefully to pick her up but quickly gasped at what she saw. Ice was escaping from under her daughter's hands, spreading along the rail and freezing the cot. Elsa seemed unfazed by the sudden drop in temperature.

"Charles!" the Queen called for her husband.

Hearing the distress in his wife's voice, Charles hurried into his daughter's bedroom. "What's the matter Susannah?" Without saying a word, Susannah pointed at their daughter's cot. The King took one look and then headed for the doorway.

"Charles, where are you going?"

"I know where we have to go".

He returned with a map. "Bring Elsa, we'll leave this evening".

"And there's no way at all to remove these powers from her?" the King asked.

"I'm afraid not your majesty. If Elsa had been cursed, then yes but your daughter was born with these powers, they are part of her. If you did find a way to remove them, she would die".

"Thank you for your help, we should probably return to Arendelle". He bid his goodbyes to the trolls, then he and the Queen walked back to their horses. They left the clearing and began the long ride back to their home.

A few hours later, the King halted his horse, causing his wife to do the same. He dismounted and walked over to her, taking Elsa from Susannah's arms.

"Charles, what are you doing?"

"We can't take her back to Arendelle".

"What on earth do you mean?" Susannah questioned, shocked by his words.

"You heard what Pabbie said, her power is only going to grow. She's a danger to Arendelle and as the King and Queen, we have to put the safety of our people first and besides, what if she hurts our other child when they're born?"

"You can't just leave her here! She's three years old!"

"I'm afraid I can and I must". He walked over to a bank and placed her down in the snow. Susannah jumped down from her horse and ran after him. Before she could reach down and pick up her daughter, Charles enveloped her into a tight hug, pulling her away and back to her horse. She struggled against his grip, shouting in his face, tears pouring out of her eyes, fists hammering his chest. The King however, wouldn't let her go. "Susannah, please".

"No!" she screamed. When she refused to stop, Charles picked her up by her waist and placed her over his shoulder. "Charles, put me down!" He didn't. The commotion her parents were making had woken Elsa by now. They had made it back to the horses by now. The King put his wife on his horse before sitting behind her, securing one arm around her so that she couldn't escape and grabbing the reins of the two horses with the other. As she saw her parents leaving without her, Elsa stood up and began to run as fast as her little legs could carry her.

"Mama, Papa!" she cried.

"Elsa!" her mother screamed back, her daughter disappeared from view.

Elsa wasn't sure how long she sat in the snow crying. After her parents had left, she settled herself down by a tree and wept. Unknown to the platinum blonde girl, her crying had attracted the attention of a nearby wolf. Following the sound, the animal came across Elsa. Seeing her sorrow, the wolf padded over and sniffed at the girl. Elsa looked up and was greeted with a curious grey and white face. At first she was worried but slowly, Elsa reached forward and with a gentle hand, stroked the soft grey fur, leaving a small layer of frost behind. Now realising that each other wasn't a threat, the wolf nuzzled into Elsa's shoulder. She let out a small giggle and snuggled into the fur. They stayed like this for a few minutes before the animal stood and began to walk away. When they noticed that Elsa wasn't following, they walked back to her and gave her a nudge with their head. Elsa stood and when the wolf walked off again, she followed in their paw prints.

After a short walk, they had arrived at the entrance of a den. The wolf continued into it and so did Elsa. She looked around and took in her surroundings. At the back of the den, four more wolves slept soundly. Stood in front of them was another wolf, the largest of the pack. He approached Elsa cautiously, teeth bared. However, before it had the chance to attack, the wolf which had found Elsa stepped in between them, growling at the other wolf. A few wolfish noises were made between the two and when silence fell, the bigger wolf hid its teeth and approached Elsa again, this time curious. He walked up to her and sniffed her. Seeing that she meant no harm, he walked away and settled down to sleep. Elsa was certain he gave her a small wolfish smile. The other wolf followed suit and then so did Elsa. She settled down and copying the other wolves, curled up into the warmth.

"She's beautiful". Charles held his new born daughter in his arms, gazing into her bright teal eyes.

"Yes" Susannah replied, gazing into the distance. Charles sighed.

"I know you're still upset about Elsa but that was months ago".

Anger began to boil inside of her. "How can you say that? She was our daughter and you just left her to die in the snow".

"I did what I thought was best for the Kingdom and our people".

"So you keep saying".

"Look, can we just let this go? At least for today, it's our daughter's birthday, speaking of which, what are we going to call her?"

"Anna".