Before you read the story, I should remind you that, yes, this is indeed a Frozen/Warcraft crossover! I KNOW it's a weird combination, but I had a good idea and I just HAD to write about it. This is probably a good spot to mention that this is the first fanfic I've ever written, so I really hope you guys like it!

This fanfic will center on the back-story of The Lich King and the events of the World of Warcraft expansion, Wrath of the Lich King. It will NOT directly follow those events, however. There will definitely be more than a few differences for the sake of the story.

For those not familiar with the universe of Warcraft, I highly recommend you check out the article on The Lich King on Wowwiki or Wowpedia. There's also plenty of lore videos on Youtube. It would be in your best interest to do so, so that you can fully understand my story. Seriously, I could try to explain the backstory in a summary here, but there is too much to it, and I know I wouldn't be able to do it justice. I'd fail miserably.

If you don't want to read through it all, you'll probably be able to figure out the story; however, there might be a few things you don't understand. I'll try my best to write for the sake of everyone.

For those that are familiar with Warcraft and its story, you can probably go ahead and read on. :)

I want to thank dreamsalittlebigger on tumblr for helping me with writing my first fanfic. She helped me with proofreading and answered any questions I had about writing. Also, she inspired me to write this after reading her story, Songs of Ice and Snow here on . It's a followup to Frozen, and it's GREAT. There's new characters, a great plot, and OH MY GOD THE FEELS okay I'll stop before I spoil anything...

But seriously, please read her story. It's wonderful.

Thanks, and I hope you like the first chapter of The Frozen Throne! Please review if you do and let me know what you think of it!

Enjoy! :)

The wind howled across the icy barren wasteland. It made its own twisted, melodious tune as it gallivanted across frozen wastes, seeping into every crack and crevice of the ice and snow. The same wind pushed, ever so slowly, an unending wall of ominously dark clouds that consumed a blue sky the land had only seen countless ages ago. The behemoth of clouds was so black and depressing, looking at it for too long could cause any poor soul to be in such a place to lose all happiness and joy in their life.

There were no villages; no people at all, really. Who would choose to live in such a horrid place filled with dread?

The empty, depressing region of Icecrown did not have many admiring traits to it. Having the unfortunate luck to be placed at the end of the planet could make a place unforgiving and terrible.

The only item of interest, and without a doubt its most ominous feature, would be the lone spire of solid, bone-chilling ice that reached to the sky; a spiral ramp, twisting over a hundred times around and around, the only way of reaching the top.

And at its apex lied The Frozen Throne; an icy seat of power made purely of ice to rule over an empty kingdom.

Not that that was all it was meant for. No, sitting on that throne granted so much more.

The Throne, being placed several hundred feet above tons of ice that served as the ground, was impossibly colder than the rest of the wasteland.

But that didn't matter.

The cold never bothered her anyway.

Sitting on the throne was the only occupant of the entire frozen tundra of Icecrown. She sat with one hand grasping an armrest in a ruling stature, the other holding the hilt of her sword, Frostmourne. Its sharp tip poked into the ground, serving as an unneeded support for arm.

Her name was Elsa.

That's what she still tried to call herself, anyways. The rest of the world knew her only as The Lich Queen. Commander of the Scourge. Jailer of the Damned.

Yes, she could not feel the cold, or heat, nor much else for that matter. Not since... then. Not even the unnaturally harsh wind, combined with the subzero temperatures could call upon a shiver. Not even wearing such heavy metal armor chilled to an ungodly cold could bother her. Not even sitting on this damned block of ice could-

So, you do wish to feel again?

Elsa was startled by the voice in her head, the only company she had had for so long. Her heart probably would have skipped a beat, if it still could. It surprised Elsa that the voice still alarmed her at all anymore. It has made itself well acquainted with any and all thoughts that would run through Elsa's mind. She would try to keep thoughts to herself, in her own private part of her mind if it were possible, but-

Must I remind you we are one? We share the same thoughts. The same body. The same-

Yes, I am aware of our affiliation and its circumstances, Elsa said sternly into her mind, eyes clamping shut in frustration. Can I at least have my own thoughts for a few minutes?

You knew what it meant for us to be together, the voice responded.

Elsa leaned forward in the Throne, her hand hanging limply from her sword. And you know that this isn't what I wanted.

Of course you wanted it, the voice chided. You wanted this and all the power that came with it. Deep down, you desired it all along.

Elsa's eyes opened up, her brow slowly unfurling. I know that you didn't want this either, Ner'Zhul.

That is not my name anymore, the voice snapped coldly. We aren't allowed the luxury of names. We have no need for them. We are only the Master of the Scourge, Jailer of the Damned.

Elsa's eyes shut again, more calmly this time. Nevertheless, I hardly desired to be this... Abomination.

Don't tell me you only did it for her.

Of course I did it for her. I wouldn't have taken on this curse for anyone else.

Elsa opened her eyelids to reveal pained eyes. Tears began to form, clouding her vision slightly. "I miss her," Elsa said out loud, "So much."

The voice chuckled. Its sound reverberated around her mind, almost yelling. You are a fool to think she still loves you after what you have become, after what you have done.

I can only hope so, Elsa responded coldly into her head.

"Because I still love her."

Stormwind Keep was built a long time ago.

But would it kill them to get new banners?

Anna's eyes wandered to the frayed pieces of cloth hanging from the white, depressing rock walls of the War Room. Her mind frequently wandered, but she truly didn't want to think about anything important right now.

I get that they were really nice and all, but they're kinda old now, you know? Look at them! I can see the dust on them from over here! They're barely being held together! I could rip it with one hand if I wanted to! Okay well not literally with one hand but-

"Princess Anna?"

-you get what I mean. I mean I get what I mean. Ripping something with only one hand would be pretty difficult. Wait, am I really rambling in my thoughts? Is that even a thing? Like, is there a term for that? I know I'm bad with keeping sentences short out loud but I feel like this is a new level for me. Well, more like a new low. I'd kill for some chocolate-

"Princess Anna!"

"Uggh," Anna groaned with as much irritation as she could convey. "What?"

"Are you going to help us plan the attack? Or would you prefer to daydream until the walls crumble from age?"

"Well they probably will soon, O great King of Stormwind!" Anna snapped, with enforced sarcasm. "This place is ancient, the world wouldn't end if you made a few repairs around here!"

Varian glared at Anna, eyebrows furrowing in controlled anger. There was a full five seconds of silence in the room before the king replied. "I'm sorry, how is the appearance of the Keep in any way more important than battling the Scourge?"

Varian rolled his eyes as he turned his head away. "I truly don't know why you're even here."

"My king, if I may," Highlord Hans reconciled from the side of the table opposite to Anna, "I feel the matter we are discussing concerns her greatly. She should be present for something like this. After all, she is her sister."

King Varian slammed his fist onto the war table. Several miniature ships gained air and fell back onto the table with many synchronized clacks.

"I am aware of the princess's relationship with her, but do you truly think that makes a difference? Princess Elsa is no more. Whoever that monster is, she is something else. Something evil. Pure evil. And she must be destroyed."

Anna threw her hands into the air in frustration, accidentally swatting both of her braids up as well. "Look, I'm sorry that my sister became the overlord of the undead or whatever, but I know she didn't want to, and I know that she's still there, so stop saying she's all bad and evil!" the redhead yelled. "I'm not going to stop believing in her."

The king slowly shook his head. Back, forth.

"Elsa is gone, Anna. You have to stop being naive. You know what she has done, what she is capable of. You were there when-"

Anna's hand shot up to hold her palm out to the king's face. Stop.

"No. We are not going to talk about that. That day... That wasn't Elsa. I know it wasn't."

Anna turned around and quickly made her way to the large doors of the War Room. "Look, plan this whole invasion-attack-thing if you want, just please..."

She threw the doors open.

"Please leave me out of it."

Anna slammed the double doors shut as she stormed out of the room.

Highlord Hans's eyes met Varian's. The king sighed. "She is still so young. Children. This is why they don't belong in a war room. They can't focus on what's important. She still has much to learn."

Hans spoke up. "I agree, however I implore you to try to see this situation from her perspective. To Anna, we are essentially plotting to kill her sister."

The king continued to stare Hans down. "The same sister that killed their own father."

Hans let out a sigh as well. "I'll speak with her later."

Varian nodded. "Very well. As I was saying, if we are to break past the first gate, we'll need a battalion of troops to..."

Anna walked at a hurried pace as tears began to form in her eyes.

Dealing with King Varian she can handle. Having to listen through boring war-talk between him and Hans she can deal with. Even if that war-talk was centered around killing her sister. Just barely, she could endure it.

But she could not bear to think about that day. It just brought up too much pain. A few years have passed since the horrible incident, but it still burned in her mind like it happened yesterday.

Anna finally realized where she was, but continued fast-walking. Her mind had been fully focused on what had just happened in the War Room, and didn't really have anywhere in mind to go; she just allowed her legs to take her wherever, as long as it was away.

She had been subconsciously making her way to the stables, because Kristoff was there.

Anna couldn't help but remember the first time she met Kristoff, as embarrassing as it was. As she walked, Anna replayed the scene in her head. He was working in the stables when she first arrived on her horse, and when she tried to dismount Anna kept true to her clumsy nature; her foot got caught in the stirrup and landed face first onto the ground, foot still hung in the air by the saddle. The sight threw Kristoff into a fit of laughter, unable to control himself. Kristoff freed her and helped her up, but not before Anna let out a quick commanding "shut up." Kristoff insisted that he didn't say anything, and they had bonded together since then.

Anna made her routine entrance into the stables: walk in, groan as loud as possible, and collapse face-first into the nearest pile of hay.

Anna heard Kristoff chuckle through the straw that surrounded her head. "Well, what is it this time?"

Anna mumbled something to Kristoff, except she didn't bring her head out of the hay, so all that came out of her mouth was loud, muffled sounds. The only word Kristoff could understand from the girl was the word "king."

Kristoff turned from the horse he was tending to. "Can you try that again, except without a mouth full of hay?"

Anna pulled her face out of the pile of hay, spitting a few stray pieces of straw from her mouth. "King Varian is an asshole!"

Kristoff jumped at the outburst. He was surprised at the redhead for cursing, as she only did so on very rare occasions. "Whoa, now! Keep it down, feisty pants! You don't want the wrong person to hear that."

"I don't care who hears it! I really don't like him," Anna yelled, although not quite as loud as previously. She rearranged herself into an upright position on the pile of hay. "He- is- a- jerk!" Anna threw a handful of hay at every word.

Kristoff let out a sigh. "Okay... How about you tell me what he did that makes him such a jerk?" Kristoff made a quick scan of the surrounding area. "And seriously, quiet down, okay?"

"Okay, fine." Anna took in a deep breath, then exhaled. "He made me go to a war meeting."

The blonde shrugged. "That's kind of your duty, isn't it? Like, as a princess and all?"

"Pffft, I don't know! I barely know anything about war! I never had to do anything that important, it was always Elsa that did the important stuff," Anna explained. Kristoff hoped she didn't notice when he cringed in the smallest way at the mention of The Lich Queen's name.

"Anyways, you didn't let me finish. He wanted me to come to that meeting, and I really don't like going to those in the first place, but I still have to because, you know, apparently my experience in battle is useful to them. That was a joke by the way, I've barely swung a sword in my life-"

"You're good with a bow though," Kristoff interrupted. It was true; Anna, despite her clumsy nature, was actually very skilled with a bow. As a child, she knew she would have to learn some sort of combat skill, and when offered a sword or a bow, didn't like the idea of being so close to someone that wanted to chop her head off. She chose the bow, and discovered a strong natural talent for it over the years as she honed her skills with the weapon.

"That's not the point!" Anna retaliated, snapping her hand up to point a finger at the blonde. She also held her eyes as wide open as possible and jutted her bottom lip out, a stern look on her face that said she was serious. "Now stop interrupting my sob story!"

Kristoff chuckled and shook his head. He held his hands in the air, indicating his innocence. "By all means, continue!"

Anna narrowed her eyes as she glared at him. "Alriiiight," she said with suspicion in her voice. "Anyways, that's not even the worst. The meeting was about planning an attack on Northrend, 'cause Elsa's there now, and I kinda don't wanna help plot to kill my sister, you know? And I tried to let them know I didn't want to- UHP! What did I say?"

Kristoff had opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it once Anna caught him.

Anna continued. "I tried to let them know I didn't want to be there by pretending I wasn't interested and ignoring them- well I guess I wasn't really pretending, I didn't want to be there at all- but then Hans said I should be there because Elsa's my sister and everything, and then Varian was all 'It's not Elsa anymore, she's gone now, blah blah blah' and when I told him Elsa isn't gone he tried to talk about that day and- and-"

Anna didn't want to continue. She couldn't continue.

Kristoff saw the pain in her face and knew. The mere mention of the subject always upset Anna. He practically leaped over to the girl, grabbing a stool as he did so. He set it in front of her and sat down on it. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, so that he was at eye level with her.

He noticed her eyes were glistening with the beginning of tears.

"Hey, it's alright, you don't gotta finish the story. I get it. He brought up... that," The blonde said that last word as carefully and gently as possible. "I'd hate his guts too if he tried to bring that kind of thing up to me."

Anna jumped off of the messy pile of hay and attacked Kristoff with a hug, practically tipping him over on the short stool.

Kristoff was taken aback by the friendly assault, and had his hands hovering in the air for a few moments. Then, they slowly moved to return the embrace. He could feel Anna's shoulders rising and falling at an unsteady pace, letting out quiet sobs.

They remained that way for a while, Anna finally pulling back after a full minute. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy as a result of her fit of tears. She noticed a large wet spot on Kristoff's shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry," Anna choked, "I think I just used you as a t-tissue."

Kristoff laughed lightly. "Don't worry about it, I've been your tissue..." He looked up to the ceiling in thought. "Six times now."

The redhead let out a giggle. "No way, I haven't cried that many times since I met you!"

"You're right, that was the seventh time."

Anna stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. The blonde chuckled again. "Hey now, stop that. Come on, let's go shoot a few arrows off. I'm terrible at it, but the range always cheers you up." Kristoff stood up and turned around to make his way out of the stables.

Anna smiled brightly, her cheeks bunching up into her eyes.

"Kristoff?"

"Hmm?"

"...Thanks."

Elsa gazed upon the snow-covered landscape before her. Small mountains stretched until they faded into the horizon, where white snow met black sky. She stood at the top of a large cliff that reached several hundred feet to the ground below.

She looked down, and slowly fell to a kneeling position on the powdery snow.

Or rather, her body did so. Right now, the voice had taken over her actions. Right now, all Elsa could do was watch helplessly through her own eyes, a hostage in her own mind.

Right now, she was The Lich Queen.

Still kneeling, her hand was laid flat on the powder. Her hand swept across the snow, pushing it aside to reveal thick ice beneath it. She waited a moment, then stood back up.

As Elsa spectated, a distant memory bubbled to the surface of her mind. It was an old memory; one of her and her father. Helpless to do anything else, she let her father's voice echo in her mind.

My child, I watched with pride as you grew into the strong, young princess you are now.

She felt her arm move across her body, her hand grabbing Frostmourne's hilt. Carefully, it was pulled out of its sheathe, and extended directly outward, the heavy blade held perfectly still by an inhuman strength not belonging to Elsa.

Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength.

The light snowfall provided several snowflakes to land on the sword. As each did, they melted, leaving a magical blue glow to spread around on the blade's steel, each light growing from where its respective snowflake landed. The sword quietly hummed with power, small tendrils of dark blue light radiating off of it.

Suddenly, both of her gauntlets were on the sword's handle, and pointed it straight down to the ground. With strength again not her own, the sword was thrust into the ice, cutting through it like butter.

And I know, you will show restraint when exercising your great power.

Large cracks spiderwebbed on the ice from the sword as the ground began to shake. Thick slabs of ice began to rise, giving way to something beneath them.

A mess of huge, rotted bones pushed the ice away from above them, breaking free from their frozen prison. With ease, a colossal hand with terrifyingly sharp claws burst forth from the ice, landing with a thunderous crunch as it pulled the rest of its body of bones from the frozen lake.

Within seconds, the rest of the dragon had pulled itself free of the ice. No skin remained on its old, rotting bones. A ghostly blue light emanated brightly from its eye sockets.

The bone dragon made its way to the edge of the cliff, each step shaking the ground beneath it. Once it perched on the large cliff, the dragon spread its wings to a colossal wingspan. It jumped off the rock face, plummeting downward, then curving back up to glide through the air at a breakneck speed.

But the truest victory, my child, is stirring the hearts of your people.

Hundreds of thousands of undead soldiers, skeletons with swords and shields and armor, stood at the bottom of the cliff. They watched mindlessly as the bone dragon thundered past them in the air. They pointed their chins up to the air, and joined together in a ghostly, bone-chilling roar. The same bright blue light glowed to life in their eyes and mouths as they let out their war cry.

I tell you this, Elsa, for when my days have come to an end...

Elsa looked upon the massive army from within her own mind. She felt one side of her lips curl into a smirk.

You shall be Queen.