I own nothing of or from "Frozen", except for the characters I've made up, the songs I've made (All originals), and Arundune
(I wrote this after I saw Frozen, because I my main question after seeing this movie was, "Who's gonna love Elsa!" but also, "Who would be the ideal guy for Elsa?" And thusly, a fan fiction was born!)
Introduction
The weather outside is blowing and cold, with trees bending in the frosty wind of a snow storm. Inside, a trio of kids sit around a fire, anxious to listen as an old rock troll prepares to read them a story. There is Christopher, a boy of 12, with strawberry blond hair and a light dusting of freckles across his nose sitting in the back of the group, one arm wrapped protectively around his younger sister her own hair golden blonde and in pigtails. They are both munching on carrots. Beside them is another girl, youngest of all. "What's dis sto-wy about, huh gram-pa Pabbie, huh?" asks the little girl, her hazel eyes bright with excitement, a smile breaking over her mocha face, and her frizzy, curly, silver ash brown hair bouncing as she clutches her dress in excitement. The old troll smiles at the children. "This story, children, is a story of love, and adventure, and of hope. You might even recognize some of the characters." Pabbie winks at Christopher, who smiles. Pabbie opens a thick book, perfect for stormy days and bored children. The pages glow with swirling magic and Pabbie begins to read, starting with the:
Grandpa Troll: (Narrating this story within a story) Once upon
a time, in a kingdom called Arendelle, there lived a girl with powers over ice and snow. At first, she was terrified of her wonderful abilities. She went wild with fear, causing an eternal freeze over the kingdom, and she ran, hiding in a tower to protect herself and others from her perceived curse. Now though, after having her heart warmed by the power of love, she found peace, and now rules her Kingdom as queen, running her kingdom with the same love she feels in her new heart. And, for a while, there was peace. But, after a time, rumors of war threatened and skirmishes broke out, at sea and on land, between the queen's kingdom and a place called Arundune , a place of sand, and veldts, and sandy colored rocks. Very different from the green, but cold world of Arendelle. Despite these differences though, neither kingdom wanted war. And so, using a party to break the ice, the two countries would sign a treaty. A treaty of peace; a treaty of fire and ice. A treaty of love… Now, let's start with…
Chapter 1. Elsa's Cold Shoulder
The throne room churns as quite possibly all of the city of Arendelle packs into the throne room, spilling out into the court yard. Inside, guests are eating and talking passing the time until….CRASH…"Sorry!" Anna 's pregnant belly knocks over a fancifully stacked plate of hors d'oeuvres. The small section of party goers who heard the crash turn to stare at the noise. Anna sheepishly blushes. "The baby kicked." "Oh princess, it's quite alright." Says a maid as she bends over with broom and dustpan and cleans up the mess, shooing away the nosy people, "But princess, you really should be resting. Where is that husband of yours anyway, leaving you alone in such a crowd, so much noise, and people, and all those smells?" Anna's brow quirked and she smiled a bit. "Smells, Milly?" The maid, Milly, only looked at her with a knowing glance. "You'll find out." Anna's smile drops as she grabs her belly with a slight wince and a small groan. "Oh!" Milly fusses, taking Anna's hand and patting it, looking for a chair. "Where is that husband of your-" She is cut off by another crash. Kristoff comes hurtling through the crowd, chasing a 6 year old child with quick legs and a sharp mind. "Christopher, stop running! I'll give you more chocolate covered carrots if you stop! Now!" (Thump, rattle rattle rattle) CRASH! A large swan ice sculpture smashes wetly to the floor, sending ice pieces everywhere! "With EXTRA Chocolate!" The small little boy runs into Anna's knees. Ooof Scooping up the child and placing him on her hip, Anna musses his messy strawberry blonde hair, making the cheeky little boy giggle as Anna wipes off his face, his cheeks smeared with chocolate. Kristoff stops running, out of breath, trudging towards his wife. "I think chocolate was the problem in the first place." Anna then sticks her fingers into her mouth, cleaning off the chocolate and smiling with delight. "MMmmm, chocolate". Milly's brow quirks. Kristoff stands up, smiling at his wife. "Maybe more carrots then, less chocolate" he jokes, crossing his arms and giving his son a look. Christopher hides his head a bit against his mom, but smiles. "It is his first party Kristoff" Anna chides mother like and Kristoff uncrosses his arms. "You're right" he says, and they smile at each other, sharing a loving peck. Kristoff nuggies Christopher, making him giggle and growl, "Daddy!" Kristoff stops and the family laughs. Kristoff turns around and looks around the room. "He sure did leave a-" "What happened!? What a MESS!" a voice rings out from across the room.
The orchestra stops playing. There is now silence except for the sound of shoes clicking, importantly, but fast, following the trail of glass, porcelain, spilled food, and ice. A deep blue shoed foot stops, stepping on a white iced cake with a squish. Elsa stands some feet from the mess's end now, wearing a long icy blue dress, tied at the waist with a dark green/blue sash. As Elsa walks forward again, the transparent green cape beneath her shoulders flaps silently, menacingly in the air. The top of the dress, vertically striped with thick, dark green keels, shines in the ballroom lights, sequined between with jewels, blues of all colors. Finally, the ice queen stops in front of chocolate foot steps, at the end of the trail. Her arms, covered by tight, see through, misty blue gloves, cross over her chest, and the puffy shoulders of her dress, blue with cream stripes bordered by green, are stiff now with as her stare. Her normally fishtail braid is curled in an updo bun against her head, a tiara nestled over her forehead. The overall affect is very sleek. It also gives the already angry Elsa a more intimidating appearance. Elsa looks directly at the guilty looking trio, who are suddenly looking around the room, Kristoff whistling, Christopher pretending to be asleep on his mother's hip, Anna grabbing her belly and groaning "OOOoohh, Whhooo! I think I need to go lay down now-Oh, hi Elsa! Didn't see you…there?" Elsa's brow quirks and her frazzled, icy face suddenly warms into a smile. "Really guys?" she asks, hands on her hips as she shakes her head. Found out, Anna, Kristoff, and Christopher answer simultaneously "Yesh" "Yup" "Stickin' to it". Elsa laughs, and so do the other guests.
The party goes back to partying. Elsa greets guests as they pass by or come up to her. "Queen Elsa, hello!" "Fine day for a party is it!" "You look beautiful queen". She thanks them in turn smiling, nodding, shaking hands, and clasping hands. Finally she returns to her sister and her family, sitting down in a corner bench to relax, where they talk before Kristoff leaves the family to check on Sven. "So Anna," She asks earnestly, "How are you?" Anna grins, "Great! Kristoff is wonderful, as always, and Christopher is healthy" She points to her little son, who is playing with Olaf, chasing him around the room and under a table. From beneath the table cloth, Olaf gasps with joy. "A cupcake, HUH!, with a footprint in it!" He devours it while Anna and Elsa laugh with disgust. "And the baby kicked; I mean yes, the baby kicked a lot of dishes, but the baby kicked!" Anna beamed with loving eyes as she caressed her belly. Elsa's eyes misted a bit and she brings a finger to her eye to wipe a tear. "I'm so proud of you Anna. And happy for you too!" Anna leans over and hugs her sister, who returns it with much warmth. "Thanks so much Elsa. So, how are you?" Elsa smiles. "I'm fine. Very good I mean. Things are very well in the Kingdom, the castle hasn't fallen down, God is good, and you're happy and safe with a family." Elsa smiles at her sister, but with a look of slight longing in her eyes. Anna's smile drops a bit. Elsa frowns now. "What?" Anna looks into Elsa's face. "What's wrong Elsa?" Anna asks, sitting up and putting a hand on Elsa's shoulder. Elsa's smile twitches, and she snorts, "Nothing Anna. I'm fine. Hey, how about we go see what else Olaf has been eatin-" Anna stops her, putting her other hand on Elsa's shoulder. "Elsa, we're sisters. I know when something's wrong. And I'm your little sister. So I'll keep nagging you until I find out what it is…All…night…long! For the whooooole party…and then the next day, and the one after thaaat, and-" "OK! OK!" Elsa caved, throwing her hands into the air. "Gee Anna, I should have made you royal inquisitor." The girls laugh heartily for a second. "Now talk; and don't say it's the treaty!" Anna presses. Elsa sighs before she squeezes Anna's hand with her own. "Anna… I'm pretty right?" Anna gasps. "Elsa! OF COURSE you are! Did someone say something? HUH, Was it me? Did I say something!? If it was me, I'm sorry! I must have been talking in my sleep and in my dream, we were arguing about who would marry Kristoff, a really weird dream, I know but..." "Anna! No," Elsa's face was scrunched with laughter and confusion as she stared at her sister, but then it settled with a look between humor and pain. "No one said anything. It's just that…every time I find a suitor, whenever I get close, they always seem to... run away." Anna smiled. "Oh Elsa, I'm sure that's not true." Elsa now gave her sister a look. "Really? Well what about the time at our last dance when...?"
FLASHBACK: Elsa was sitting among her people at the table, eating, when suddenly, a visiting prince, a son of a Duke, came over. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, his voice smooth and his hair long and dark. Elsa smiled and blushed slightly, "OH, no, please sit. They ate and talked a bit. Now that introductions were out of the way, it was time to get down to some engaging conversation. "So" Elsa asked, "Do you like chocolate?" The prince smiled "Oh, absolutely, in fact, my family owns a share of the cocoa bean trees in the kingdom of Arundune." Elsa's eyes lit up. "That sounds really wonderful. Your family must be very happy…they get to eat as much chocolate as they want." "Yes" the prince chortled, "I suppose they do." "So, what do you think of Arundune?" Brock answered. "I think it is a little hot, but a nice place to visit." Elsa stopped eating. "We're fighting with Arundune right now, actually." "OH! Er, yes, I've heard. I'm sorry to hear that, really." Brock said. "I do hope you find a solution" "It's a process. But, as a prince, what would you suggest we do? Solution-wise I mean?" Elsa put a hand under her chin. "Hmmm. Aah! I suppose you could go to Arundune and ask to meet their rulers, to have a meeting, may-haps. You could finish off this fracas in one afternoon." Brock's chest puffed out with pride at his simplicity and wit. Elsa saw his pride in his eyes and pushed the issue further. Suddenly, her perfectionist kicked in. "Perhaps…" Elsa started. Maybe he was too proud. And then, she had another thought. "But, what about me?" Elsa questioned. "Beg your Pardon, Queen?" "Well" Elsa continued, "I could start a meeting. But how would I look as Queen. I know for a fact that we didn't start this war. Wouldn't I just be groveling to a threat if I ran all the way to Arundune?" Elsa started at the duke, waiting for an answer. Brock was veritably shocked at the Queen's suddenly demanding, almost apprehensive query, as well as how the conversation had jumped from chocolate to politics. Still, Brock tried to match wits with the Queen, who seemed to be searching for an answer he couldn't give.
They talked a while longer and, soon, dinner was over. The two walked and talked and ended up outside in the courtyard. "That was a wonderful conversation Prince Brock" Elsa said. And she'd thought it was. "Indeed it was… something" Brock said. They stood face to face and smiled at each other. Elsa closed her eyes, and leaned in for a kiss. Suddenly, Brock stumbled stepped backwards and, as Elsa kept leaning forth, her eyes closed, Brock turned his head and pulled his ear, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the host of carriage operators who were chatting about the weather. One of the coach men, standing with his back slumped against the gate, but in position, looked up and suddenly jumped to attention. He excused himself from his gents before running out the gates and turning a corner. There was a sharp whistle before Brock's carriage came tearing around the bend into the courtyard. Elsa's eyes shot open as she jumped at the noise. Brock turned back to the queen and grabbed Elsa's hand and shook it vigorously with both of his own. "Oh would you look at the time?' Brock said, pointing to the clock above their heads and he jostled Elsa's body with his hand shake, before all but shoving her away. As he hustled into his carriage, he stuck his head out the window. "We really must do this again sometime! Ta ta for now Queen!" he said waving goodbye as the carriage tore down the road.
FLASHBACK OVER
"Ok" said Anna. "So that was bad, but I'm sure you're exaggerating." "The market!..." Elsa started... FLASHBACK: The Market: Half a month ago. Elsa is out in the town, buying apples for Anna when one rolls out of her basket, hitting a shoe. Suddenly, a young man interrupts her conversation with the vendor. "Excuse me, my Queen." says a voice. Elsa looks into the tawny freckled face of a pale peach skinned, blonde haired man with strong blue eyes. He held out a hand. "You dropped this" he held out the shiny red apple. "Thank you" Elsa said. Elsa reached out to take it." "Ice-, I mean nice, day for a walk isn't it? You look fetching in the sunlight." The man pulled his hand back a bit and bowing to her, his hand against his chest. Elsa blushed and nodded. "Thank you." She then pulled out her wallet to pay for her fruit. The young man stopped her. "No, please, let me." Elsa smiled. "Oh, no it's ok, I've got this one." She assured him. The young man still asked to pay, holding out his money to the vendor in his other hand. Elsa stopped him with her voice. This squabble went on for some seconds. Finally…"I insist, really I do," the man tried. Elsa frowned now. "You don't think I'm capable of paying for my own apple?" Her insecurity, and a bit of protective self were starting to show. The man startled. "Of course not! I just thought I would, you know-er-" HE mumbled something about "gentleman". Suddenly, the two were interrupted by a small girl. "Big brother! I need you to come with me, right now!" The little girl grabbed his hand and all but ran him away from the queen. "Wait! You dropped your wallet" Elsa called, picking up the man's coin pouch from the ground, which the girl had knocked out of his hand when she grabbed her brother. The man started with wide eyes at the snow queen's hand. "You can keep it! Consider it a gift, I mean." Before leaving, he grabbed Elsa by the arm, flipped her hand over, and dropped the apple into her open palm, careful not to touch her hand. Elsa frowned as the man walked off quickly. "There goes another one."
FLASHBACK OVER
Anna frowned now, thinking. "Ok, but…the horse race? "Ran away" Elsa sighed. FLASHBACK: Elsa comes in summer clothes to congratulate the winner of the race. Man steals someone else's horse and rides away out of the stable yard.
"The docks!" Anna challenged. FLASHBACK: Man sitting near Elsa jumps into river below when she brings a finger near him to show him a firefly" "The…parade?" Anna offers sheepishly. Elsa turns from her date for a second to grab a windmill toy. When she turns back around, she is surprised to see he has completely disappeared. Said man is wiping his brow with a "Phew" as he hides behind a passing float, chest heaving.
"Ok, that one was mysterious" Anna tried. Elsa face dropped, and she suddenly felt very grumpy. "ANNA! I'm like fire to boys-and I'm ICE! None of them want to stick around!" Elsa was on her feet now, he hands balled up into fists! "I can't lift a finger, literally a finger, honestly, or say anything before they're all suddenly too afraid to touch me! None of them stand up for themselves! And then…they disappear." Elsa sat down again, defeated. She turned to Anna, slumped over in defeat. "I love your hugs, and Kristoff's, but I want my own hug Anna. A hug that won't run away." Anna's eyes teared up. She leaned in to hug Elsa. Elsa hugged her back when she suddenly heard a wet snuffling. "Oh Anna, I didn't mean to make you cry!" Anna pulled back. "I haven't started yet" Anna said, voice cracked but eyes mostly dry.
They turned to see Olaf, who was suddenly bawling. "That was SNIFF S-so saaaaaddd" Olaf ran to Elsa, hugging her leg and babbling between crying. "SNOOORT. Pooor E-Elsaaa. All alone!...A-a-and heading towards her 30's!…(he cried ice cubes now), and, Sniff, and with a-a terrifying reputation that scares boys away faster than wolves! It's j-just so S-saaadd! Sn-OORT!" Olaf snorted his carrot nose into his head. He stopped crying and felt his face. Elsa popped him, rather hard, in the back of his head, and his nose was suddenly where it belonged again. "Thanks Elsa" Olaf smiled. Then he frowned again with an open, honestly concerned face. He looked deep into Elsa's eyes. "Elsa, if there's anything I can do to help …well, I'll do it. I'll search high and low, searching for the man of your dreams!" Elsa smiled and Anna wiped her eyes. "You're too sweet Olaf." Elsa smiled. "And hey, If all else fails, you have Olaf" The girls jumped! Kristoff got up from leaning on the wall. "How long have you been standing there?!" demanded Elsa. Kristoff smiled sympathetically. "Long enough to hear someone needs a hug." Kristoff grabbed Elsa and gave her a bear hug. Anna got up and hugged her too, followed by Olaf and then Christopher. Elsa smiled. "Thanks you all. But what am I supposed do? The man of my dreams isn't just going to walk through the palace doors."
Presently, trumpets blared and the palace doors were clearing as Arundelians moved aside. A line of brown skinned men marched quickly in, and formed two lines, one on each side of the palace door frames, facing each other. They all wear long, sleeveless waist coats with desert colors on them, over square necked tan/white tunics with swirling black and gold trim around the collars and hems of the long sleeves. They all wear belts resting on their hips, a long, skinny sword at their sides, and short pants. Their legs are covered with leather leg warmers, fur inside, stuffed into tall boots. On their heads were leather caps, also fur inside. Each stands at attention, one arm clasping a trumpet over their breast, the other arm resting behind them, on their lower backs. They all wear mittens. Elsa and her family separate and everyone stares as two people walk in. A voice shouts out, "Presenting, the King and Queen of Arundune!"
Thank Jesus for this idea! Hope you all like it.