A couple of months ago I wrote a short story about Elsa being bribed/threatened into assisting the Third Reich's war effort during WWII. I recently came back to it and decided it might be fun to expand on it a little.
Forgive me if I get a lot of historical info wrong, I'm no historian.
As usual, I don't own Frozen and Disney does, etc.
CLASSIFIED
ADDRESSED TO REICHSFÜHRER-SS HEINRICH HIMMLER
OPERATION FREYJA NOVEMBER 21st 1941
The first response to any of our letters arrived on this day at 8:28 AM in Berlin.
I will personally travel to Arendelle within the week in order to follow up on our correspondence.
We have watched the kingdom and its monarch closely for several years, Reichsführer. Said monarch has always remained isolationist in past conflicts. The only record of her taking any sort of interest in foreign affairs is some small measure of assistance lent by her to the Anglo-French alliance during the Crimean War, shortly before the demise of Grand Duchess Anna.
Arendelle has neglected to take part in any conflicts, treaties, or internatiomal conferences since.
For this reason, we were initially quite pessimistic about the prospects of brokering an alliance with the queen, despite our knowledge that you and the Führer have desired such a pact for quite some time.
However, thanks to several fascinating discoveries made during the Arctic expeditions, the idea has been brought back into serious consideration.
With a bit of time, I am all but certain I can persuade Arendelle's queen to see the rightness of our struggle.
Heil Hitler.
Elsa had no part in the last war that engulfed the continent.
She simply hadn't cared. It hadn't been her business, none of her concern. The great powers would posture and roar and brag, but Arendelle would continue on as it always had, regardless of who came out on top of this bloody mess in the end.
Oh, they tested her resolve, certainly. They bullied and pushed her to join the conflict, kings and generals drooling at the thought of icy magic unleashed across the stagnated, trench-marred battlefields of northern France and Russia, bringing the war to a swift and decisive end.
She refused them all.
Rapunzel's great-grandson came himself, all dressed up in his royal uniform, ridiculous mustache freshly waxed, and that stupid spiked helmet the Germans were so fond of sitting proudly on his head.
He put on quite a show, reminding her constantly of the German and Arendellan monarchies' common lineage, and then of the brutal treatment the British had levied against her country during the Napoleonic wars more than a hundred years prior.
Wilhelm, of course, neglected to mention that the French had been then, and for a long time after, one of Arendelle's strongest allies.
In the end, the Kaiser gave up. He could have pushed further, perhaps threatened military action, but they were after all related by blood, and so he returned to Berlin dejected but accepting of Elsa's refusal.
The war ended soon afterwards, with the combined French, British, and American forces crushing the German Empire, as well as their Austro-Hungarian allies.
The world was fundamentally changing.
The crowned heads of Europe no longer found themselves secure in and unshakeable from their positions of power, as they had for centuries.
Russia's Tsar and all his blood met their end in a dank cellar at the hands of revolutionaries.
Germany lay at the feet of an Austrian peasant.
An explosion of technological advancement caused the means and weapons of waging war to change faster than ever.
In a few short decades, the horses, sabers, and cannon that marked conflict for centuries and millennia were gone, replaced by iron cavalry and flying machines that rained fire from the sky.
Elsa holds the crisp white letter in her hands, running a thumb over the black Nazi eagle stamped onto the face of the envelope, a swastika gripped in its wicked talons.
She pauses for a moment, before crushing it in her fist, tossing it into a trash-bin with disgust.
Arendelle is still much the same as it was a century ago, during the time of the great winter.
Gas lamps have sprung up throughout the winding, crooked streets of the tiny kingdom, and a few of society's wealthier elements are able to afford automobiles, but by and large it is still a mostly agrarian society, stubbornly refusing to march into the 20th century along with the rest of Europe.
Elsa wiggles her fingers, willing a puff of snow to burst into existence, before just as quickly fading away again.
Were it not for her abilities, Arendelle would have been conquered by some hungry invader long ago.
Arendelle is surrounded on three sides by Nazi occupied Norway, and by the North Sea in the west.
The letter had requested that she receive German ambassadors in her capital, so that "we may know precisely where Arendelle stands in the current state of European affairs".
The Kaiser backed down thanks to blood ties and a sense of respect between monarchs.
Germany's new masters would not be bound by such loyalties, and the letter had made that clear, if not in so many words; if she refused their "invitation" to meet, German forces would pour over the Arendellan-Norwegian border and tear her kingdom to pieces.
Of course, with her power, she could crush the Heer, and strike the Luftwaffe out of the sky.
But even she had her limits. She could destroy the Reich's military forces, but only at the cost of thousands of innocent lives, and the absolute destruction of her nation and whatever primitive infrastructure it had.
Outside of Elsa's palace, ships rocked gently in the placid blue waters of Arendelle's harbor. Men hurried to and from work, and children played in the streets.
Despite her personal reservations about intervention in foreign affairs, she could not condemn her people to the horrors a military invasion would bring.
Ice begins to creep along the far wall of her chambers, the temperature steadily dropping, as she wrings her hands and struggles to control her breathing.
Elsa recalls her sister's comforting arms around her, whenever the stresses of ruling became too much, soothing words, reassurances that it was okay, and that she was loved.
Oh Anna…why did you have to leave me so soon?
Defeated, the one hundred and sixteen year old Queen dips her ancient quill into a well of ink, and begins to write.
"To Adolf Hitler, Führer and Chancellor of the German Reich…"
There's another story on here with a similar idea called "Elsa vs World War II". That story was actually inspired by my original post, so I'm pretty sure this doesn't count as plagiarism of that one.