So after what feels like ages, I have returned to to write stories, and yes, it's Frozen...original I know. Anyway, had this idea lurking in my mind I thought might not sound bad, though I'm unsure if it might be any good as not only is a first time dealing with me writing Frozen, it is a long awaited return to writing again and I might be a little bit rusty. But anyway, here we go...
Chapter 1
An Unlikely House Guest
I suppose you are all aware of the tale of the Great Thaw of Arendelle, the reveal of Queen Elsa's snow powers, how Prince Hans attempted to marry princess Anna to claim the throne for himself and all that. Yet I suppose I don't think anything about how the rest of us, the citizens or Arendelle all felt during those few crazy days when one moment we were celebrating Elsa's coronation as the new Queen and then before we knew it, the Queen runs off in a panic and it starts snowing and Arendelle is frozen over.
Ask any of us and we'll all have our own stories to share as what we all had to do in order to get through this freak snow storm which although some of us can all look back and laugh, at the time it was quite a frightening affair if we were all to live forever in an eternal winter for the rest of our lives. Thankfully you'll all know it ends on a happy note as Elsa, who were all call fondly as 'The Snow Queen', managed to bring back summer and thus a new era of hope and prosperity would begin in Arendelle's history.
My name, before I go any further, is Aiden Fergusson, and I will say my knowledge on the whole history of Arendelle is somewhat iffy, as if you can see from my name, I'm originally not from here, but rather all the way from Scotland. Growing up on the east coast of the country, my father, Andrew, worked as a fisherman out at sea and had to work constantly give us money to me and my mother to get us through life. I was and still are close to my Dad despite him being away most of the time, though ironically with my mother always there to care for me, I never really had the same closeness with my Dad oddly enough.
In hindsight, it was possibly for the best that my feelings for my mother were not as strong as rather whenever my Dad was away, she never really gave me the best care, not abusive or that, just aphetic about me and would instead always invite her so called 'friends' over, all of who all just happened to be male…
Being six years old at the time, I never really understood why she acted rather intimately with some of these guys when I had the rough idea that Mum and Dad were supposed to be together. As you can probably put two and two together, my mother's friends were in fact various men she was going out with all behind my Dad's back, who sadly had no knowledge about his wife's cheating going on while he was at sea.
Dad would soon find out about Mum's cheating and was left absolutely devastated by it, while I could see why Mum hated that my Dad was always away while he was trying to make a living for us, the fact she would do all this when he was away was horrible. What made it worse for Dad is that he told me when divorce finally came about, she seemed to have no trouble in giving me over to my Dad as if I was just some unimportant possession of my Dad.
Following this sorry state of affairs, my Dad tried to raise me as a single parent, though even with the sympathetic help of his fellow fisherman colleagues all trying to help us, my Dad couldn't bare to stay and wanted to leave the country and start a new life elsewhere to get away from it all. One of guys at the port he worked at suggested perhaps that we should move to Arendelle, a small country somewhere in the south of Norway, as there was a similar fisherman's job, he could set up for Dad to work for when he got there.
My Dad felt he had nothing to lose and with all our supplies and whatever we had kept from my parent's divorce, we set out over the sea to start our new life, though I would find out here I didn't have the best sea legs. From a rather humble life when as a young six-year-old growing up beside the coast and most of the land I knew being rather flat, you can imagine my stunned reaction when we first came into sight of the magnificent fjords that surrounded Arendelle as well the sight of the castle standing by the water's edge. I really hadn't seen anything like it and it was only just the beginning of our new life there.
The big problem that my Dad and me had was not only learning Norwegian, but also for somewhere to stay. The latter part I can't remember much of as my Dad was going about trying to find the perfect place in which he eventually found which was, not surprisingly, a house by the sea. The former I mentioned I do remember in which wasn't that good for me growing up as despite my best of learning, I did find it difficult even by the time I was nine and sadly found myself made fun of by some kids at school being known that foreign kid and sometimes, knowing I was Scottish, call out asking me 'where was my kilt?'
Seeing this, one teacher by the name of Olga felt sorry by my struggles and offered to try and help me by giving me home support in which my Dad had no trouble in letting this happen as with the times my Dad was away at sea, she became something of a mother figure much more than my own mother ever could be. I'm pleased to say that thanks to her that by a year later, not only had she helped me get better in speaking Norwegian, but it was during that time that my own Dad started to take an interest in Olga too.
While the view you think of Scotsman are a bunch of short tempered, whisky drinking and angry people, my Dad was anything but that and was always something of a romantic despite the tough job he worked at, and sadly this mindset might've led to him to an eventually doomed relationship prior with my mother. With Olga's pretty looks, blue eyes and blonde hair, she was the type of Scandinavian woman that the fisherman back in Scotland growing up remarked on being beautiful and Olga was the stereotype of just that. With those looks, it wasn't hard for my Dad to feel smitten by her and I'm happy to say that the feeling was mutual.
Dad and Olga would marry not long after and we still are a happy, tight little family to this day. But to get back on Arendelle, my new stepmother would tell me and Dad that the King and Queen of Arendelle had two daughters and that the gates to the castle were always open, then not long after when me and Dad first arrived in Arendelle, the gates were close for what felt like all the time with the curious situation that most of the servants working in the castle were relived of their jobs and only a few were to stay on.
This did lead to rumours going around the place that something was going on within the castle walls and no one ever saw the Royal children, especially the older of the two, Elsa, who for all we knew seemed to have dropped off the face of the Earth as no one had seen her. Despite this, life did carry on as normal, though when I was seventeen, tragedy struck Arendelle in which many will know where I'm going with this. The King and Queen left by ship to head off to a Wedding in another kingdom (Corona I think it was called) and sadly, they never even made it to their destination as it was discovered their ship sank in a fearsome storm that no one had a chance of surviving.
Olga was especially devastated by this news, as were many Arendelle born citizens as the King and Queen were well regarded and loved by all. While me and Dad weren't that familiar with the Royals and didn't share the same connection, we still felt sad over what had happened, and the next three years would be a state of flux for Arendelle as a group of councillors would rule over the land until Elsa was twenty-one and thus, she would be the new Queen of Arendelle when that time came.
After those few difficult years, the day of Elsa's coronation arrived and to say everyone in the town was buzzing would be an understatement as after all that had happened, the people needed something to celebrate about. For such a special occasion, my Dad suggested that me and him should be decked out in full kilt and regalia for such a day, representing our clan Fergusson, and I will say we did turn many heads with our gear on, all good fun indeed.
Then well into the night as everything seemed to be getting into full swing, it all started to snow…in July. Before we knew, snow started to cover the whole Kingdom and the sea bay outside of Arendelle froze over with many ships out there now suddenly trapped and nowhere to go. That latter mention was quite a scary thought as my Dad was due to go out to sea for a fishing trip but decided not to go due to the Coronation. The thought of my Dad trapped out there with nowhere to go was a scary thought I wouldn't dare wish on my worse enemies.
But it is here on the final day of this strange winter that our story begins.
It was a cold, miserable and even dire situation as Myself, Dad and Olga all gathered round the fireplace trying to keep warm as the sun rose over a frozen Arendelle, the fire now clearly about to die out at any moment. Even though that Prince Hans, the young Southern Isles Prince who Princess Anna had left in charge while she'd set off to find her sister, had opened the gates to the castle to allow the citizens to go out and find food and supplies, neither of us had dared to leave as we all feared that with the temperature dropping at such a rate that we might die of sudden frostbite.
Even as I turned back to the frost covered window and could see not a soul out there, very likely that everyone else had the same thought as we tried to keep warm.
"I cannae stand this no more," Dad shivered as he wrapped his arms close to him.
"There's nothin' we can't do, Dad," I replied meekly. "Hopefully the princess will do what she can, and we'll be alright after this."
"Then what about the horse then?" Olga asked, her eyes with looks of fear in them. "Did you hear about her horse coming back on its own? You don't think…lord I hope not."
"Not sure about that," I sighed, and we all fell silent again as we stared at the fireplace while I tried to figure out what to say next. "Is there anythin' we can talk about to take our mind o' this weather?"
Dad turn to look at me with his dull green eyes staring back me. "That's a bit difficult lad when we're all freezing oor tits aff here."
"Andrew!" Olga hissed.
"It's alright, Olga," I replied. "I don't blame Dad thinking of that. What can we do…mind you, what'd you think about this Prince Hans lad?"
"Funny you should say that," Dad replied as he rubbed his thick brown brunette beard in thought. "He seems a nice lad helping us out an' all, but…I'm getting a funny vibe from 'em."
"What'd you mean?" I asked.
Dad shuffled on his seat looking to both me and Olga. "You did hear about how this whole winter was partly doon to him and Princess Anna? Story goes that the Princess got engaged to the lad after less than a day…as in, on the night o' the coronation for God's sake. Thus the Queen threw a fit and caused all of this, cannae say I blame her if I found oot my sister was planning tae get married suddenly."
I nodded as I began scratching my thick brown hair. "Yeah…it did seem rather daft for her to do that. Then again, he must be just as daft to pop the question like that…guess that's true love?"
"Bloody wrong there, Aiden!" He snorted. "I was hearin' from the lads at the docks on the day of the Coronation that we weren't expectin' an official party fae the Southern Isles, then suddenly he shows up on these shores. Unannounced…somethin' is up fae sure."
Me and Olga looked at each other as we thought over my Dad's words. As I've mentioned before, my Dad was quite a romantic minded fella and you might've thought he would've loved this, but when he was calling out on something like this, that did say a lot how strange the situation was the more we thought about it.
"So…what could be his motivation for being here?" Olga asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Other than to find a ditzy Princess to be his bride and maybe throw a massive drinking game to celebrate his wedding, I've got no clue."
Then it all happened, just as my Dad was about to seemly have a giggle at my joke. The door burst opened suddenly, and we thought there was a sudden gale that had blown our door wide open.
At first, I got up and prepared to walk up to the door to close it and hoped we'd keep the heat in as much as we could, but oddly neither of us did feel any blast of cold air rushing in. What we didn't expect however was a sight that defy any form of rational human explanation…next to a Queen having ice powers of course.
There sliding, on it's back and into our sitting room right behind us, was something white and lumpy. The strange white thing then stood up and there standing in our sitting room, standing at waist height, with three black buttons running up its front, two sticks for arms and three for what I thought was hair, a carrot nose and, most scary of all, a set of human-like eyes, was a snowman. A living, breathing and walking snowman.
"Hello!" It suddenly said to us with a cheerful wave and cheesy grin.
"IT'S ALIVE!" Olga screamed so loudly that I'm sure everyone in the town heard and that was the cue in which snapped us out off our state of shock and we all cried in in shock and ran for cover with Olga heading towards one side of the room to hide behind one of the chairs while me and Dad bolted over to hind under the staircase.
When we got there, we were breathing heavily and trying to make sense of what we had just seen. "It's okay guys!" The snowman called out. "This thing kinda happened before, except you guys didn't kick my head off, but that's ok!"
"What in God's name is that?!" Dad hissed in fear, his eyes wide as saucers.
"How the hell should I know?" I asked, not daring to have a peak from under the stairs. "What'd supposed to do with a walking snowman?"
"Simple," Dad muttered. "You kick the wee bastard intae the fire there!"
"Are you guys ok?" the Snowman called out again, but neither of us made a sound, and I feared how Olga was faring on her own back there.
"Get the bible," Dad motioned pointing upstairs.
I raised a look of bewilderment at him. "…What?"
"Dae what I say, get the bloody bible!"
"For what? You goin' throw it at the snowman's head and hope God helps us?"
"No ya daft numpty! We get it to read a passage fae it that might help us oot to tackle a situation like this!"
I was stunned by this crazy idea, then again what are you supposed to do when you encounter a living and breathing snowman in your house? "…But we don't have a bible, Dad, and I never thought you were relg—"
"This is a serious situation laddie! We're going die—"
"Oh, there you guys are!" Came the snowman's voice, though this time it wasn't coming from the hallway but rather, right there in front of us under the stairs. In our argument, the snowman must've followed the sound of where we were, and we held each other close staring up close, within a few feet away from us was this snowman with a carefree smile on its face with also showing to have two buck teeth on its mouth.
It then raised it's stick like arms up at us. "Hi, I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs." Me and Dad didn't know what to do as sat there huddled like two frighten kids at this Olaf. He held his arms out for us as if he was inviting to hug us, then slowly I stood up, despite protests from my Dad and shakily shook Olaf's left stick arm as a sort of handshake.
"Oh, handshake, that's new," Olaf chuckled seemly enjoying this. "And you are…?"
"Um, Fergusson," I muttered as I pulled my hand away. "Aiden Fergusson…well this is, all rather strange."
"And who's that guy there?" Olaf pointed out to my Dad behind me, now looking more confused than scared at what was happening.
"That's my Dad," I replied. "Andrew is his name. And the woman back there is my stepmother, Olga."
"Did I hear his name was Olaf?" Came the voice of the aforementioned person somewhere on the other side of the room.
"Aye, what about it?"
"Funny I should say this but…I had a Grandad called Olaf."
We didn't say anything as me and Dad looked back at what we could now see was a snowman that was not some demon sent to kill us or something. But why? "Look, Olaf, how were you made why are you here?"
"Elsa built me," he replied cheerfully in a tone that was starting to find oddly comforting.
"You mean the Queen can now create life and raise the dead?!" My Dad spluttered in shock. "What is this bloody world comin' tae?!"
I though was trying to keep a rational head over the fact of what Olaf was saying and the fact I was having a conversation with a snowman of all people. "I see, guess it explains how you're alive, but why are you here?"
The snowman's look suddenly fell flat, and he looked rather worried. "Well, you see…we were heading on our way back with Anna and—"
"Hold on, lad," I interrupted upon hearing the princess' name and knelt down beside him. "What about Anna?"
The little snowman carried on speaking. "Elsa struck her with her ice powers…it was an accident! She didn't mean it! But Kristoff and Sven knew where to take her and help her cure her."
I looked back over to my Dad and then over to my stepmother who by now had cautiously rose up from his previous hiding spot and slowly made her way over to the staircase to make a cautious look at Olaf. "Who's Kristoff and Sven? Never mind, what happened next and…is Anna alright?"
"We took her to see Kristoff's family," Olaf then spoke again. "They said that an act of true love could help thaw a frozen heart, so Anna must kiss Hans otherwise…she'll freeze forever"
The snowman now looked really concerned, even tearful I'd say about Anna's plight and my family all shared looks of apprehension as it sank in what was happening.
"Where is she then?" Dad asked.
"I got separated from them," Olaf replied. "They were heading to the castle, I fell off, slid down here, found you guys and…well, y'know. Do you know where the castle is?"
I stood up and motioned him to follow me. "Come on lad, I'll point it out for you." With that, we left my Dad and Olga behind as I led Olaf to the door he had previously burst through. As soon as we got outside, I was greeted by the cold biting air of the winter and I could feel that it was getting colder by the hour.
"Where is it?" Olaf asked which snapped me out of my thoughts and I walked around a corner of the house and pointed over toward the castle directedly ahead of us. "Oh, that's it! Can't miss it I guess," he chuckled and began to walk off, but not before giving me a friendly farewell wave. "Bye, Aiden! Thanks for the help and hope we get to see summer soon!"
With that said, he headed off towards the castle and I stood there watching him head off to find Anna. I watched him head off further for a bit before I turned around and headed back indoors to keep warm, but as I was about to enter the house, I caught sight of two figures heading away from the castle having just crossed the long bridge that connected the castle to the town.
One of them was a large bulky blonde man, dressed in thick winter gear that looked more like rags that anything, was followed by a reindeer that glanced back at the castle at times. Both looked depressed, though it was the man that looked utterly heartbroken over something that did make me feel sorry for him. I couldn't help but think back to Olaf about him talking about Kristoff and Sven and I had to wonder if these two were the pair in question that had helped Anna get here. Was Anna back safely at least?
I did consider calling out to them if they needed help. But seeing how sad they looked and thinking that they needed to be alone, I decided against it and headed back in doors as I tried to think over the last few minutes over what me, my Dad and stepmother had just seen and heard. Little was I know that that fateful day was to be start of how I found myself working up in the castle and how my life seem to take a rather peculiar turn.
There we go, hope you like it and if so, the next chapter will be of Aiden getting a job and a meeting with a certain redhead princess. Until then, see you soon.
