Author's comment: Little Frozen one shot for you all I hope you like it. It was inspired by that line in 'Do you wanna build a snow' by the title you all know what it is anyway what if to escape the aloneness she imaging herself in the world of the paintings? Anyway I'm back at school so I won't be updating in a while but I'll be working on two stories while I'm away.

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There was a war on.

And she was so small, defenceless and innocent but that wouldn't stop her. Clutching her sword and shield she makes her way through battle her small feet pattering on the wet, muggy ground. Her breath hitches at the mere sight of it all, so many people were falling, bloodshed was everywhere and the rain wasn't helping at all the small droplets fell on the girl's face through the thick smoke.

She pokes her head up as she hears something coming in from behind her. She raises her sword it falls back to the ground because of her size, a man with a sadistic smile and side burns comes from behind her.

"You're a pretty little thing aren't you?" He says his voice lingering. "Do you want to play? Perhaps run away and build a snowman?"

The young girl wrinkles her nose and lifts her sword and slices him. He disappears in to thin air, she hits the ground with the sword and she falls back wincing as her head makes contact with the ground.

But still that wouldn't stop her she gets back up.

Looking around again she notices the smell of decaying flesh in the air, she hears people scream it scares it but she needed to be brave. She needed to help her. Another man come in front of her she takes a protective stance as he raises his sword in the air. So she does the same with both arms raised he attacks her. She blocks him with that heavy shield, she knocks his feet from under him, he falls back on to a rock.

"Sorry." She says "I'm never gonna take a life so consider yourself lucky but for now good Sir I must take my leave." She giggles, poking her tongue out before running off in to the smoke. She begins to run again she groans annoyed, of course her little green dress got in the way of her running and the heavy armour she wore on the top half of her body really didn't help she loses her balance and trips violently.

She rises her long hair flows in the wind as she assesses the damage, a small cut to her cheek, a bruise to her shoulder and that was it. She laughs at the small amount of wounds, her laughter soon subsides when a dark shadow looms over her tiny body. She gulps turning around her eyes widen as the figure gets off her horse and offers her hand to the small child up.

"Joan!" She squeals "I've been looking for you everywhere!" Joan takes the child and hoists her up on her elegant, white horse. Joan soon follows.

"It's good to see you again Anna." Joan smiles.

"Yeah! Now let's go kick some butt!" Anna yells raising her fist in to the air.

"Anna you Father wants you!" Someone yells snapping the young princess out of her daydream. She sighs sniffling to herself she was alone again. She hears her name being called again she wipes her nose on her sleeve.

"Coming!" She yells back getting up from a seat that sat under Joan. She slides off the seat and begins to walk off before she turns. She stares at the painting of the famous painting of Joan of Arc.

She smiles at her make shift friend "hang in there Joan."