Hey, guys! It's SalazarSkyholder here! This is my second Fanfiction here (or at least, the second since I went inactive for a long, long time)... and the first non-crossover Fanfiction of Frozen.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen, but I do own Saladin Skyholder and a few other things I created here.

I. SALADIN

Saladin had been a professional on 'weird': he possessed some mysterious force as if he was Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars, he always managed to survive going right through a thunderstorm (even in all occasions when he was struck by lightning), and he once even managed to set an entire city ablaze. But crashing through a palace? Well, that was new.

Until that happened, Saladin was just advancing above an unknown forest above his hippogriff, 'Slytherin'. Though he knew that it wasn't a good name for a hippogriff (Slytherin, seriously?), Saladin still liked it: it sounded cool, for some reason.

As he soared across the skies on Slytherin, Saladin began to think about his powers: electrokinesis (capability to control lightning), limited aerokinesis (capability to control the air), power of levitation, limited geokinesis, and so on. He had enough powers to survive alone, away from his old kingdom, the Northern Isles (arch-enemy of the Southern Isles).

Saladin and Slytherin soared through the skies just fine, until a sudden current of wind caught him. The current was about as fast as a jet stream - no, even faster. The wind was accompanied by snow and ice, as if it was blowing straight from the Arctic.

"Uh-oh," Saladin said, trying to think about what he should do to survive. "Slytherin, glide!"

Under his command, Slytherin started to glide: extending is wings, the hippogriff began to catch the wind and attempt gliding. However, the wind was overpowering: they were flying from multiple directions, making it very hard to glide or even just maintain balance.

Soon, Slytherin lost balance and began to be blown away with the wind like a piece of paper. Saladin tried to get Slytherin back to balance, but Slytherin was irresponsive, like a destroyed machine. They continued to be blown away with lack of control, able to do absolutely nothing about the situation.

While he started to lose control, Saladin tried to write his own obituary in the case of his death:

SALADIN SKYWALKER, DIED AT AGE 22.

BA-BOOM.

DIED OF INCREDIBLE INJURIES AFTER HE STUPIDLY FAILED TO AVOID A MASSIVE CURRENT OF WIND, CRASHING INTO SOME STONE WALL IN A CITY.

BA-BOOM.

SURVIVED BY ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, EXCEPT FOR HIS OLD FOSTER FAMILY IN THE NORTHERN ISLES, ARCH-ENEMY OF THE SOUTHERN ISLES.

After he barely finished up his obituary, Saladin went unconscious... it would be long until he woke up again.

Saladin woke up a few days later. He was on a bed, inside some massive chamber, twenty feet high and a hundred feet wide at the least. Two entire walls were just made of bookshelves, all of them full of thick, hard-cover books. Candles lighted the massive chamber, at various pin-points to distribute light equally. The room seemed to be perfect - except that it didn't seem right for Saladin.

Saladin tried to stand up, until a girl's voice said from behind, "Well, you're awake... finally."

As soon as Saladin turned, his jaws dropped with shock. He forgot to speak in complete sentences - or even how to speak.

A strikingly-beautiful young woman stood there, looking at him and smirking in relief. She was tall and slender, with platinum blonde hair that reaches a few inches above her elbows. She had startling blue eyes, alongside pale skin with a light dusting of freckles. She wears a crystal-blue, off-the-shoulder dress with a crystallized bodice and powder blue sleeves consisting of... was that ice?

Immediately, Saladin noticed something that wasn't good for him: based on how he felt, the young lady controlled... ice or coldness. He quickly went preparing for levitation - attempting to levitate whatever was around.

"W-where am I?" Saladin said, with obvious fear inside. "You're not going to kill me or anything, are you?"

"What makes you think that?" The young lady asked him back. "No, I'm no killer, unless you're connected to the Southern Isles or anything..."

"Actually," Saladin said, though he knew it wasn't polite to interrupt. "I'm from the Northern Isles, arch-enemy of the Southern Isles."

"Oh, that's... pleasant," the young lady said, looking a little perplexed. "Anyway, I forgot my introduction. I would be Queen Elsa, Queen of Arendelle - "

"Your majesty," despite his condition, Saladin immediately bowed down.

"But you can call me Elsa." Elsa finished, while Saladin still bowed down uneasily.

Saladin stood up and said, "Well, I would be Saladin Skyholder, from the Northern Isles. But you can still call me Saladin, my queen."

He shook hands with Elsa. Even then, Saladin had a feeling that the Queen, Elsa, was going to be quite interesting.

That would be the end of the first chapter. What would happen with Saladin and Elsa?

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