This is obviously Elsanna so there's gonna be some incestuous lesbian sister action... Just to make it clear.
I don't remember owning Frozen. So this belongs to Disney.
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young king and queen lived in a shining castle. The queen was five months pregnant with their first born, a joyous occasion for the soon to be family. However, even though they had everything their hearts desired, they still yearned for more. And then, one winter's night, an old troll came to the castle and offered them a simple trinket in return for shelter from the bitter cold. A carved snowflake made completely of ice was the only item he could give them. Repulsed by the small rock being, the couple sneered at the gift and demanded the troll grant them the power to destroy their enemies. The troll denied their selfish request and once more offered them the small frozen charm. And when he was dismissed again, the old rock shaman's hands spun through the air, providing the couple a great show of the powers he possessed. The king and queen were awed by his talent and grace. The blue light seeped from his fingertips towards the young queen. He informed them that he had granted their wish but they had to take the gift he had offered them so many times.
The troll warned them to take care of the small frozen flake for it was enchanted. Excited at the mere thought of possessing magical powers, the queen attempted to use them, only to find there was no trace of magic running through her veins. Months passed until finally the baby was due. Born with icy blue eyes and snow white hair, the child looked nothing like her parents. It only took mere weeks for the couple to understand how this had come to be. They found their child lying in her crib, curiously shooting sparks of snow into the air before giggling in merriment.
The magic that they had begged for had been given to young Elsa. Despite their initial fear of her, the king and queen cherished their child and after three years, decided to have another. Anna was the name given to their youngest. Her hair was a dazzling red, her eyes green and sparkling. She was much more of a trouble maker than her older counterpart. Despite their differences Elsa and Anna grew close as time went by, until a fatal accident almost claimed the youngest one's life.
On the eve of Anna's fifth birthday, Elsa inadvertently shot her sister with magic, a strand of her hair paling and her eyes taking on a bluish hue. Her comatose state caused the distressed parents to seek the wisdom from the troll they had once turned away. The old magic man removed the damage to Anna's head, but with that came a price. All memories of the eldest princess were wiped from her mind, completely erasing Elsa from her sister's past. Distressed, the parents asked how to fix this curse.
The troll explained to them that the icy trinket he had given them so long ago was truly enchanted. On the eve of Elsa's twenty-second birthday, the snowflake would splinter and crumble into nothing. If she was able to find someone who could thaw her icy heart by the time the last fracture cracked through the snowflake, the spell would be broken. If not then her own heart would completely freeze over, and she would be doomed to become a fearsome witch for the rest of her time. But she had to be careful, fear and anger could transform her into a witch long before her heart froze over.
Shocked by the troll's powerful warnings, the king and queen drastically reduced the staff in their castle and left with Anna to the city. Elsa lived most of her life in solitude, her father's teachings doing little to help her control her powers. Her parents would visit four days a week, staying only until sunset before returning back to the town. This went on for ten years until one day, they stopped coming all together. Enraged and consumed by fear and guilt, the princess fell into despair for who could ever have the power to thaw a frozen heart?
Three years had passed since Anna had lost her parents, and at the ripe age of eighteen, the bubbly princess was more than ready to experience more of the world. After her parent's untimely demise, the girl had taken up residence with her closest and dearest friend Kristoff.
"But you don't understand Kristoff, I want more than to live in some boring old village for the rest of my life. I mean I want an adventure! I want to find a prince and do something amazing! What's more amazing than true love?" The vivacious strawberry blonde questioned, rocking on her heels as Kristoff simply sighed.
"Anything. I mean come on, what do you wanna do, fall in love with some guy in like a day? What if you don't like the way he slouches or how he burps… Or picks his nose?" Anna's face twisted into disgust as Kristoff rambled on.
"Excuse me sir, he would be a prince. There's no way he would do that." The mountaineer simply chuckled.
"Every guy does it. I mean c'mon how long have you lived with me? Like three years right? I do all that stuff!" Kristoff watched in amusement as the girl rolled her eyes before chattering about going into town to see if anything new was happening. The tall man stared after her as she trotted down the path, her dark blue skirt gliding elegantly through the wind. A nudge to his side knocked the male out of his stupor. "Was I being too obvious again?" The reindeer gave him a look as if to say yes.
"Well Sven, she just doesn't see that her true love could be in front of her. I'm no prince but I would be if that would get her attention. Oh well, we'll worry about this later, we have some ice to get, and take it to Corona for the festival." With one last look to the bouncing redhead, Kristoff shuffled off to work.
"Ugh this town is just so boring! Doors closing all around me, trying to get me to stay here. Like some sort of prisoner." With a sigh, the eighteen year old continued wandering down the street, smiling politely at the people who greeted her. She was marching down the pier when suddenly she was knocked over. The princess tumbled onto the ground with a growl, she glared up at the culprit, ready to lash out when she actually looked at the man's face.
He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. He had clean auburn hair and dazzling green eyes. And he had freckles just like she did, but in her opinion he pulled them off much better. The young man looked concerned as he quickly dismounted from his horse.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Anna blinked up at the good looking stranger before realizing he had asked her a question.
"Yes! I'm totally fine, you are too. Wait, I meant to say are you fine? You look like you are. Sorry I'm so awkward." Anna rambled, internally groaning at her own bumbling. Luckily the man simply laughed and offered her his hand. She took it and was quickly brought back up to her feet.
"I'm okay. So, let's start over shall we? I'm Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles." The man shook the hand he was holding, looking into her teal eyes expectantly. Anna smiled dreamily for a few moments before reminding herself she had to communicate with this very cute stranger.
"Oh, I'm Princess Anna, of Arendelle. Nice to meet you." The man's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"I'd like to officially apologize for hitting the princess with my horse." Hans continued, his hand still gently holding Anna's
"It's okay. I mean it's just me." The prince cocked an eyebrow, before offering the sweetest smile he could muster.
"Would 'just you' like to go for lunch? I mean I understand if you're busy I mean you are a princess. But there's just something about you." Anna's eyes lit up in excitement. This strange prince could be the person she had always dreamt of, and here he was inviting her to lunch. She would be stupid to decline.
"Can I say something crazy? Let's go!"
Lunch was perfect, Hans was the picture of flawlessness. He loved sandwiches, he completely understood how it felt to be trapped. He connected so well with Anna that she had to pinch herself just to make sure that he was a real life human being.
When he was next to her it just felt like everything was falling into place. They were totally in sync, they seemed to have the same exact thought processes.
"You know something that would be amazing?" Hans spoke as the duo strolled through the town, the townsfolk gawking at the princess with such an adorable stranger. The redhead nodded, signaling for the man to continue.
"To go on an adventure in another land! One with danger and excitement. I mean I know it sounds like a fairytale but-" Anna cut the man off with a happy squeal.
"I totally agree with you! Like, life in the city is so boring! I mean all my life has been full of 'No Anna you can't go with us' and 'it's too dangerous'. I wanna live a little." Anna sighed, picturing her late parents and even Kristoff. Everyone treated her like she was made of glass. Kristoff knew she could handle herself, but he still got overbearing at times.
"Well I'd love to go on an adventure with you. One with sword fighting and danger." Hans laughed cheerfully, smiling down at his companion. Anna's lips were tugged up into a matching grin.
"Yeah but let's skip the whole self sacrificing thing and just go for a happily ever after." The man nodded in agreement before he began to fiddle around with his coat sleeve. Bright teal eyes followed the movement carefully, before the man gently grabbed her hand. It wasn't as though he hadn't touched her before, they had shared a dance after lunch, but it still made a colorful blush spread across Anna's cheeks.
"Well we could start our adventure together if you'd like." When the redhead remained confused, Hans pressed on. "I have a crazy question… Will you marry me?" The girl gasped as the man went down on one knee in front of her, his hand still encasing hers.
"I have a crazier answer…. Yes!" Ecstatic didn't even begin to sum up how excited Anna was. Her fairytale was going to come true and with a handsome prince no doubt. She was riding on cloud nine as the man grabbed her, pulling her into a bear hug and spinning her off her feet.
Kristoff was loading ice onto his sleigh when Anna returned, her face holding a dreamy smile.
"So how was town?" The man asked, tightening the rope. "Did you meet that prince of your dreams?" The burly man laughed to himself at his own joke, stopping when he caught sight of the blush covering his friend's face.
"I did." Teal eyes went down to stare at her feet in embarrassment. Slowly she brought her eyes up into golden brown. "Kristoff, I have some news. It's kind of crazy." The man nodded for her to continue, not trusting his voice. "Well Hans kind of asked me to marry him earlier and I kind of said yes." The ice man immediately dropped the rope he was holding, lowering his gaze to his dirty boots.
"You're marrying a guy you just met? Wait, hold on, why are you telling me this?" The man asked, his gaze becoming pained as he stared at his plain black boots. He didn't know what to do. He always assumed Anna would realize her feelings for him.
"Well I want your blessing of course, you're like my brother so it's important that you approve."
"Anna… How can I approve when you've only known each other for a day?" The man shook his head, Anna truly didn't understand how love worked.
"Well it's true love!" The man simply looked at her, his face full of doubt.
"What's his last name?"
"Er of the Southern Isles." Kristoff folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. Anna didn't know the first thing about the man she was supposedly in love with. Somehow he had known this would happen. How much could one learn after one afternoon?
"Favorite food?"
"Sandwiches."
"Best friend's name?"
"Probably John."
"Okay and how do you know he's the one?" Anna opened her mouth only to close it. How did she know? Should she use the I just know excuse? Knowing Kristoff, he wasn't going to let it go just like that.
"He's a prince." The man scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Look Anna, if that's your only requirement then we need to talk more than I thought. I'm going to Corona, I'll be back tomorrow. Try to postpone the wedding until after I get back okay?" Anna puffed out her cheeks, angry at the way Kristoff acted like he could control her life. However, she couldn't say much as he was already in his sleigh, urging Sven to go.
"He doesn't know my life. I mean I'm old enough to know about love! I just don't get what more he wants from me." Anna stormed into their house, sitting on a chair with a huff and bringing out her favorite book. The redhead loved the fictional story, it taught her everything she knew about true love and her need for adventure.
Kristoff made his way through the forest, sighing to his companion.
"I hate leaving mad Sven. I mean, she didn't mean to hurt my feelings or anything."
"No, but she did ask for your opinion." Kristoff spoke in a deeper voice, knowing that is what his lifelong friend would be saying if he could speak.
"That's true, so technically she's the one who's wrong here, right buddy?" The reindeer seemed to shrug before coming to a halt at a fork in the road. "Well I think it might be faster if we took the path up the North Mountain. I know you don't like it, but it'll be faster." With a tug of the reins, Sven made his way into the snowy forest. It seemed like no matter what season it was, the woods by the Northern Mountain were always covered in deep snow and bristling, icy winds.
The duo made their way through the forest, Sven getting more jumpy with every small noise he heard. After what felt like hours, they stumbled upon a huge castle that seemed to be covered in ice. Almost like the frozen water was incorporated into the very foundation.
"Whoa, that is ice." Kristoff whistled, looking up at the enormous gate frosted over. With a smile, the man got out of the sleigh, taking hesitant steps to the gate before reaching out to open the metal barrier.
An earsplitting howl pierced through the silent air, causing the blonde to jump and retreat over to his sleigh. The reindeer didn't need any other indication to start running. It was only a few seconds before the wolves found them, Kristoff lighting a torch in hopes of scaring away the rabid overgrown dogs. The animals chased after the two, biting at Sven's feet and gnawing at Kristoff every chance they got. A wolf latched onto Kristoff's ankle, almost pulling the man off his sled, but the blonde had a firm grip on the wood in front of him. With a bit of a struggle, Kristoff managed to reach into his pouch and grab his ice carving tool.
His eyes shifted from the wolf attached to his leg to the ones easily catching up to Sven. Ice pick in hand, he pulled himself up, trying to get within reach of the harness attaching his beloved reindeer to the heavy cart. Finally Kristoff was level with the strong leather, ignoring the pain of the teeth still ripping into his leg, the blonde hacked at the restraint. Until, finally, it snapped in half, the harness falling onto the ground and Sven taking off with much more speed. The reindeer seemed to pause, looking over his shoulder to find his master battling with a wolf.
"No Sven leave! Get out of here now! I'll be fine!" To prove his point, he jammed his pick into the wolf's eye, effectively killing the creature. His loyal reindeer slowed down before a snap near his hind leg reminded him that he was in danger as well. With a heavy heart, Sven kept running, leaving Kristoff bleeding in the woods.
Golden eyes watched as the reindeer fled, wolves hot on his trail. Kristoff could only hope Sven would make it out okay. After double checking for any more threats, Kristoff took in his injury. It seemed as though his shin wasn't broken, but the bite from the wolf was bleeding terribly with no signs of stopping. Kristoff shivered at the thought of being stranded and injured in the wilderness alone.
Snow crunched from somewhere around him, causing Kristoff to look around in alarm. Were more wolves coming? Dull ice chisel in hand, the blonde sat in the sleigh, trying to hide for as long as possible.
"Well that's what made those tracks! I wonder what made all the red? Red goes great with snow." A voice echoed in the frozen tundra, slowly Kristoff sat up looking around for whoever had spoken. "Orange, red, yellow… Maybe not yellow. You know what I mean?" Finally his eyes moved down to find a snowman, a very deformed snowman, looking up at him curiously. Kristoff jumped at the fact a snowman was looking at him.
"I must be going crazy from blood loss. There's a snowman staring at me. I have to be seeing things." The snowman blinked at him, looking just as confused as the blonde.
"Hi I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!"
"Okay no, no, no. You're creepy and I'm delusional." Kristoff scooted back, away from the somehow live snowman. The actions causing his wound to painfully drag across his wooden seat.
"Oh, that doesn't look good at all. Come on, I'll take you to the castle so we can fix you up…" Olaf continued, gesturing for the injured man to give his name. The blonde looked in the direction Sven had gone. Figuring it couldn't hurt, he called for his loyal friend.
"Sven!" The snowman flinched at the loud yell, ushering Kristoff off the sled and instructing him towards the palace.
"You didn't have to yell, Sven, I'm right here." Despite his skepticism, he followed the fascinating white powdered man. He chanced a glance down at his leg, there was no way he would make it all the way back to the city on foot. He had no choice but to follow the snowman. The small ice being talked animatedly about summer until they finally reached the huge building Kristoff had admired just before the wolves had closed in. The huge gate was just as impressive as the first time.
"Whoa, you live here?" Kristoff asked in awe, the tall infrastructure seeming almost daunting as they hobbled up to the huge door. The top of the establishment had a snowflake decoration looking like it was made out of pure ice. The blonde couldn't tell if it was the pain in his leg or the amazing ice décor but he actually thought for a moment he was going to cry. Olaf opened the door, shutting it tightly behind them. It was almost as cold inside as it was outside.
"We live here with the Queen of the castle." Golden eyes took in the huge room, a staircase directly in front of him. A thin man sidled up to the duo.
"Olaf. You know the Queen does not approve of visitors." The gray haired man spoke, his voice full of authority. It was odd, Kristoff mused, that the snowman seemed more compassionate than the actual human in front of him.
"I know Kai, but he's hurt. Don't worry about it, if the Queen comes I'll take care of it." Just like that, the tall ice harvester found himself seated in a huge chair in front of the fireplace. Olaf seemed to enjoy the heat as he stood fairly close to it, his stick hands having issues wrapping the bandage around Kristoff's leg. Kai stood off in the corner mumbling incessantly about the Queen not approving of any guests.
"Did I hear correctly? A guest?" A stout, grandmotherly like woman chimed as she entered the room, her kind brown eyes taking in the blonde man. "Why hello darling, I'm Gerda." Her head bowed slightly at the young man who just waved awkwardly before Olaf accidentally tightened the bandage too much. Kristoff let out a hiss of pain and Gerda was quick to shoo the snowman and take over caring for the blonde's injuries.
"So uhm, you see the snowman too right? Like he talks?" Honey colored eyes watched the snowy blob mosey over towards the flames of the fireplace. The lady tittered to herself, nodding in affirmation. "Doesn't it freak you guys out? Like he's a talking snowman." The petite woman shrugged as if to say they hardly ever thought about it.
"Well he's been around here for years. I do believe he will be four years old soon." Chocolate eyes scanned the man's face, still picking up a hint of disbelief and more than a little confusion. "Our queen made him, she was hurting a great deal." With that simple statement the temperature dropped rapidly, the fire quickly being dosed by the quick change. Kristoff heard a small "oh no" come from Gerda as she finished wrapping his leg.
"What is going on in here?" Came a deceptively calm voice, a voice that caused everyone in the room to freeze in fear. The hulky blonde man shifted in his seat, a silhouette standing in the open door. It was obvious that the figure was a female but with the bright light in the foyer casting dark shadows across the woman's facial features, it was impossible to see what she looked like.
"I knew this was a bad idea" Agonizing cold seemed to fill the room, snowflakes falling from the ceiling. Kai was positively quaking as he ducked out of the Queen's sight. He didn't want to be in the path of her fear-induced powers.
"Now my lady, let me explain." Gerda started, but the ice quickly spreading from under the Queen's feet caused her to flinch. The monarch's gaze swept the room, taking in the sight of the intruder sitting in her chair, his leg propped up and he himself looking very stunned.
"He doesn't belong here." With a thrust of her hands, the woman conjured a new snow-being, this one very large and intimidating. "Be sure to find him some place more fitting." With a flick of her cape, the queen was gone leaving Kristoff in the hands of the giant snow beast. Despite his attempts at escape, the large monster carried the blonde up the stairs and into the tower, tossing him into one of the many cells. The man landed in the hay meant to be used as a bed with a dull thud. It slammed the cell door shut before locking it with his ice finger.
"It's for your own safety." The beast rumbled, his voice shaking the stone floor. Kristoff watched as the beast exploded into a flurry of snowflakes. With a gruff sigh, the man lay back against the straw, putting his cap over his eyes and making an attempt to sleep.
"Maybe when I wake up I'll be back in the normal world."
Anna was sitting in the field beside her house, staring at the book in her lap, but not able to read any of the words. Finally she gave up on trying to read, letting her mind travel. She wished Kristoff hadn't left how he did. It hurt to not be able to reconcile. Deciding she had sat around long enough, the eighteen year old sighed, getting up to go inside and talk to her good friend Joan when Sven came dashing out of the forest, his eyes wild and with Kristoff nowhere in sight.
"Sven! Calm down buddy, easy." Anna grabbed what was left of the reindeer's reigns, noticing with a frown that the leather had been cut. The animal's terrified eyes locked with hers, a whine accompanying the look. "Where's Kristoff?" She followed Sven's gaze to the woods. They seemed much more foreboding than they previously had. With a determined look, Anna rushed onto the deer.
"Let's go get that oaf." With that, the two made their way back into the forest. Luckily Sven remembered the route he had taken to get back and they found the abandoned sled with relative ease. Anna jumped off, inspecting the area, and noticing the red specks littering the snowy ground. Judging by how hard they were to spot, Anna guessed that it had been hours since Kristoff had left his sleigh.
"This way… I think." With that, the princess trekked through the snow, trying her best to move through it in her dress.
Sven followed carefully, eyes darting around in case the wolves decided to come back. Anna followed the trail until she came to a huge gate. Her steps halted as she scanned the building. The castle seemed familiar somehow. It was almost comforting and for some reason it reminded her of her parents. A wet nuzzle brought her out of her stupor and she nodded at her companion before opening the gate. The rusted metal scraped together shrilly, until finally it was open enough for them to pass through.
The blood seemed to go right up to the door so with a shrug, Anna knocked. She waited for a few moments, shivering in the cold northern winds before finally just pushing the door aside and striding confidently through.
"Hello? Sorry for breaking and entering. Okay I didn't break anything but I did enter. So sorry for trespassing? Ugh it doesn't matter, look I'm sorry for being in here but I think my friend is here. He's a stinker." Olaf jumped at the voice, ready to walk up and introduce himself when Kai grabbed him, giving the snowman a shake of the head to dissuade him. With a sad sigh, the frosty being did as he was told.
Anna shivered at the cool temperature of the building, holding her cloak more firmly around her. With hesitant movements, she made way towards the stairs, having no blood trail to go by any more. She followed the path, winding through the elaborate hallways until she found another staircase. This one seemed to lead up a dark winding passage. If she had learned anything from reading fairytales, it was that dungeons were always at the top of the tallest tower. So climbing stairs would be in the right direction.
"Well Anna you wanted adventure, here it is." With a sigh, the girl began her trek up the stairs. They seemed never ending, and Anna was glad she ran around as much as she did otherwise she was sure she'd be dying from exhaustion. "Ugh, of course it has to be the tallest tower, can't be the main floor or even the second floor. No it's gotta be halfway up a mountain. Is the air a little thin up here?" Anna huffed, her feet shakily carrying her up the stairs. Finally she reached the top, normally she would jump in celebration but her legs felt like gelatin so she quickly decided against that course of action. Stone lined the entire room, little cells with caged bars surrounding her.
"Looks like I'm in the right place. Kristoff?" She whispered, ignoring the way the temperature seemed to be lowering. She squinted into the darkness, finally seeing a door that seemed to be shut. She ran over to the cage, her hands wrapping around the freezing metal. Through the dim lighting she could make out a form on the far side of the room. "Hey Kristoff." The figure moved, muttering lowly before yawning. Anna rolled her eyes, that was definitely Kristoff.
"Anna? Wait Anna?!" The man called, rushing over to the bars. He looked around, noticing with a shiver that the room seemed to be getting colder as the seconds dragged on. "Anna listen to me, you have got to get out of here." The blonde spoke his voice hushed and panicked. His savior simply waved him off, glancing around the room for any signs of keys.
"Kristoff I got this far didn't I?" A growl erupted from the man, angry that Anna still wouldn't listen to him. He noticed the flurries lightly beginning to fall from the ceiling. The Queen was coming and Anna was in danger.
"Anna there are no keys, go hide!"
"Another one of you? Does everyone have a death wish today?" An unfamiliar voice rang out, a voice that was completely new to Anna but Kristoff knew exactly who that voice belonged to. Just like before, the figure stood in the shadows. The redhead twirled at the sudden arrival, trying to find a face in the scarce light. Blue eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness, boring into her. The person seemed almost scared despite the poise her voice held.
"Why did you lock my friend in a cage?" Anna spoke, her voice conveying her outrage.
"To protect him." It was a simple statement and it clearly answered the young girl's question, yet she still had to ask.
"What?"
"To protect him." The Queen repeated slowly, as if she was trying to communicate with a child. Anna huffed, agitated by the woman's response.
"Yeah I know. Protect him from what?"
"That doesn't matter, you should go."
"Yeah Anna, you really should." Blue eyes widened in the darkness. Anna, it can't be. Icy orbs stared hard at the figure plastered against the cage. The girl was surrounded by darkness, there was no way to know for certain who she was, yet the queen spoke before her mind could catch up with her.
"Well… Anna, if you want to take his place, I would allow it." Turquoise eyes went from the blonde locked in the cage to the mysterious stranger in front of her. Anna didn't know what to do, she didn't want her friend to suffer but she also didn't want to let Hans down by disappearing before their wedding. One look into her best friend's eyes was all it took for Anna's selfish thought to dissolve into nothing. She bravely stepped towards the figure.
"I would… Like to take his place I mean." Her admission shocked everyone in the room, The Queen's calculating gaze never leaving her face. How could this girl be so selfless, even staring into the face of danger? However, her voice gave nothing away. Despite the admiration she had for this girl, her speech still held her usual cold undertone.
"So be it." With a wave of the hand Marshmellow was summoned yet again, the creature opening the dungeon's door and scooping up the man.
"Wait, Anna you didn't need to do that."
"Yes I did, I'm not a child. I know what I'm doing. Just trust me okay? Remember that tutor my parents made me have that one time?" He remember the time she was referring to all too well. She had annoyed the poor teacher for three whole months until he had quit, running from the estate saying that the princess had no attention span.
"Goodbye for now Anna." His vicious gaze turned towards the witch that now held his closest friend prisoner. "I'll be seeing you later too."
With that, the man was taken from the room, the monster carrying him outside. Anna stared at her captor, trying to figure out the best way to get under her skin. The Queen stared right back at the girl, her eyes studying the redhead's face, the girl had a decent amount of freckles and her eyes were of a greenish-blue tinge. Slowly, arctic cerulean eyes travelled up until they spotted the white highlight in the younger girl's hair. That streak was all the confirmation the woman needed before leading the girl out of the tower.
Anna followed the owner of the castle obediently, wanting to get out of the tower as soon as possible. It was freezing and she could only hope her room would be warmer. As they travelled down the stairs, the crisp coldness never left the air and Anna was left wondering why. Deciding to worry about that another day, she looked at the magical being in front of her. Yes she knew witchcraft existed, but she had never seen someone create a snow monster before. She was kind of impressed, not that she would let her captor know that. Her eyes studied the woman in front of her. She seemed to be in her early twenties, her hair resembling icicles as it was swept back, the almost white strands becoming more of a pale blue at the tips. Whoever this woman was, she definitely didn't look as ruthless as she seemed to be.
Icy blue eyes glanced back at the redhead, the Queen didn't know how to go about starting a conversation and she was seriously debating running away. Finally she took a deep breath and said the first thing that came to her mind.
"The castle is your home. You may go anywhere you please. However, the ice tower is off limits." Anna perked up as the woman's voice pierced the silence, the words made her feel more comfortable. She almost felt at home in the cold mansion, though she had no idea why.
"What's in the ice tower?" Ice crept up the older woman's fingers as she turned to glare at the oblivious ginger.
"Nothing to concern yourself with." Dainty hands raised in surrender, trying to placate the hostile hostess.
"Fine fine, tower's off limits, whatever." A few seconds of silence passed as they resumed walking. Finally, Anna's curiosity won and she had another question to ask. "What's your name? I mean you know my name so it's only fair I know yours as well." The queen slowed, sadly looking in the direction of her guest. It was true, Anna really didn't remember her.
"M-my name is Elsa." There were so many things she could add onto that sentence but instead she simply began moving faster. The storm outside raged as the blonde lost control of her emotions.
