There was once a legend speaking of an enchanted gemstone. A stone which contain enormous power. It is said that the stone can even open the gate to heaven itself. It's beautiful, marvelous. The legend speaks beauty and its great magic, ancient magic. This attracts all sort of people to go on a journey to find it, but luck has never in anyone side for this matter. A stone that cannot be found. Soon the legend was slowly forgotten. They all lose interest, and abandoned the search for the enchanted gemstone.
It was drifting away in a river of time and never been heard again ever since.
That was the legend. This story however, starts many many years later after the last expedition was called off.
A sailor, climbing his way towards the top of the highest sailing pole. Whilst it was hard to climb the rope leading up to the top, it's even harder to climb it during a vicious thunderstorm. He reached the top and faced towards the western horizon. As a flash of lightning appear, a silhouette of a ship shows.
"PIRATE! PIRATE IS UPON US...!" he yelled.
This is what every captain afraid of. But not the captain of the trade vessel "Catalina". He was anything but scared when he heard the news. He took the wheel, aligning his ship towards the direction of the wind which was rather hard to predict. Andrews was his name, this father of two would be damned if he were to lose to a pirate on his own turf.
"Bloody hell, they caught up already?" said the young man next to the captain.
"Aye, but with luck, we'll be able to outrun them in this storm." answers the captain.
With its speed, the Catalina is surely faster than whatever vessel haunting them. However, for them, luck had just ran out. No one predicts that shortly after the Catalina picks up speed, a lightning strike one of its main pole.
The Catalina had just lost a sailor, but that was the least of their concerns.
"LOOK OUT! IT'S FALLING!" screams one of the sailor in fear.
The main sail hit the deck hard. The lightning not only knocked it down, but also set it ablaze. The fire spreads. The Catalina is slowing down as result of losing its main sail.
Discouraged, the crew, the captain, and the young passenger aboard the Catalina can only prepare for the worse. Being boarded by pirates.
Everyone knows, this is the end. Now they're at the mercy of the pirates. Or at least that's what they think they're in. Turns out, the captain have another idea.
As the pirate vessel getting ever closer in the intense rain. The captain looked to the young man next to him. Smiling, he said...
"It's been an honor serving with you."
The young man can only stare with a confusing face.
An enormous wave lift the Catalina high. As the pirate approaches, preparing all manner of boarding preparation. The captain let go of the wheel, thus turning the vessel sliding down the wave towards the direction of the attacking pirates. This unexpected move would be consider lunacy. It was stupid, yet truly bold. Unexpected to everyone, to the crew, to the young man, but more importantly, to the pirate. As the storm rages on, the wave dancing to the music of thunder and lightning. The crew sang their last song.
The Catalina is going to ram the pirate's vessel. That was the general idea.
In a short pause of a sudden realization on what the captain about to do, the young man can only said a few words...
"Andrew... you crazy bastard."
Then, everything went black.
The young man opens his eyes. Feeling the cold of the seawater, everywhere. The force of the impact had thrown him out of the ships. He's submerge. Under the surface, it was calm, unlike what was going on out there. It's as if time slows down, as the young man watch the wreckage of the two ships slowly sinking to the darkness of the deep.
He resurfaced. Gasping for air, he tries to stay afloat. Works for at least 2 seconds, until another wave forces him underwater, again. Eventually, he gets a hold of a barrel, which really helps in his favor. As concern as he is now, he's main concern is his belonging. The satchel he's carrying, and his sword which was strapped on to his belt. Lousy prioritization method, yes? Apparently, he has his reason for such concern.
"To Distributor
We have located the object of your interest. The man you mention went on an errand to Arendelle and has never been heard of ever since. He's late, and I'm guessing it has something to do with the icy situation going on there now. This is the time to act. Contact me when you're ready, we will ready all preparation here. If all goes well, we'll see you in 5 weeks.
Consumer"
It's been two days. Drifting away, in an empty sea.
"At least I survived the storm..." he thought, whilst still hanging on to the floating barrel. Now only thing left is either die of dehydration or falling asleep and letting go of the barrel. He's weak, too weak to swim. Blank was his mind. His visions blurred. Often he closes his eyes only to open it again. He needs to stay awake if he wants to go through this.
His mind wanders away. The hardest challenge is not surviving, although by itself it was hard enough. Keeping your mind sane, that is the hardest obstacle for any survivor. Flashes of memory from the past started to play in his mind. It's as if his life flashes right before his eyes.
All those beautiful memories. They're now his only defense against insanity. His childhood, oh yes, his childhood! His early years was fun. He thought of this, he remembers that moment. And whilst thinking of his wonderful childhood memory he said...
"Narrator! Please shut up!"
...
..
.
Perhaps he really is going insane.
Moving on, the sea eventually drift him to a calmer sea, almost no wave in fact. It was a fjord, surrounded by a beautiful valleys and cliff formation. Of course, he didn't realized it. He was all too busy... dying. Slowly and surely, his experience at sea was about to end with a sudden bump...
BUK!
He was about to complain about the discomfort of the bump, that is if he has any strength to speak at all.
Something solid stopped him, and it wasn't the barrel. He open his eyes by an inch. It was... flat, flat and rough as he touches it with his fingers. It was a wall, a stone wall to be exact. He uses all his strength to look up only to identify that it was a really tall high wall.
He stopped caring. He closes back his eyes. Maybe someone will find him here. He's thinking of going to sleep. It was expected from a man who two days drifting away at sea. Fortunately for him, someone did find him there.
"Hey! HEY! There's someone here!" is what he heard, although it's a bit vague.
He was found by a guard, rather fortunate that he drifted into a castle. He got that going for him, which was nice. Soon he attracted quiet the attention. Guards attempt to pull his body up to the wall. He made quite a ruckus. A little while later, he did more than attracting a few guards.
Meanwhile, inside the castle, a lovely young lady was roaming around the hallway. She feels the need to stretch out a bit given all the time she spent reading in the library. That's when she spot something out of the ordinary on one part of the castle wall.
She's a sharp one, quickly noticing something is wrong. With haste she ran to the castle wing, ran down the steps, went outside and climbed the ladders up to the wall where she joins her royal guard.
"Your majesty." answers her royal guards.
"What's going on?" she asked back.
What she's getting for an answer is indeed something beyond her daily routine.
"Hang in there...!"
"Just hang in there, you're safe now..."
"We're losing him..."
"Come on please... stay with me. Lay him here. Get the royal doctor...! NOW!
"Yes... your majesty..."
"You'll be fine... no! Wait... No no no...!"
"His maj-... his majesty... I'm sorry... I have failed you... My lord... I- I- would like to ask... your...f-forgiveness in this life... and the next..."
"My Prince! We have been betrayed. You have to leave...! We have to- AARRRRGHH..!"
"Prince... O my Prince... wake up... wake up... you have to wake up and watch your kingdom BURN!"
"NOOOOOO...!" yelled the young man as he rises from his bed suddenly.
He has experienced a nightmare, at least he thought it was. His head was spinning beyond belief. He take a look at his surroundings. He's in a room, a big one. Beautiful wallpaper, a big window lighting up the room, luxurious furnitures. He scratches his head. Feeling baffled, he tries to stands on his feet. That's when he realizes...
"Wait, where's my satchel?"
He searched every corner of the room, but with no avail. He came to a conclusion that whoever rescued him must've have his belongings with them.
"Oh dear." He talks out loud.
He cannot be separated with that satchel. The satchel itself proof to have no value whatsoever to the young man, but what contained inside, what contained inside is something cannot be seen by just any mortar soul.
And so he rush to the door, although trying to suppress the dizziness and his sore legs. He slowly opened up the massive tall door, producing a quiet but noticeable creaking sound. What lies in front of him is long stretch of hallway. He looked to the left, he looked to the right. It was just big empty hallway.
Sensing the hallway is clear, he made his way outside the room and closes the door.
"Right, where to?" he asked himself.
"Ahh, good afternoon sir." Came a voice from his back, almost gave him a fright.
He turned his head, only to find a rather fat but well-dressed gentleman standing behind him. He responded, although a bit careful, with...
"Good... afternoon... I guess."
The gentleman than put up a smile and introduced himself...
"My name is Kai. I am one of the royal servant here. Are you sure you're fit enough to get out of bed?"
"Ok, Kai, first of all I am fit enough to stand thank you very much. Second, if it's not to rude to ask, where my satchel and my sword...?" was the young man's idea of a "polite" response.
"We took care of it." he answers with a smile.
The young fellow scratches his head even more, then he let out an obvious sighed...
"Of course you did..." he whispers, then he asked the servant... "May I have them back?"
"You may, but first the queen would like to see you as soon you gain consciousness."
"Queen?" he responded with yet another question.
"Her majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle. We found you washed up on the castle wall, and it was her majesty herself who brought you out of the water and into safety, milord."
"I see..."he said whilst rubbing his chin. "In that case I better thank her. Any Idea where she is?"
"The queen is in the library, milord."
"Okaayy... I know we're not going to meet again, but, just in case we do, don't ever call me that."
"Call you what, milord?" asked the royal servant confused.
"That...! That...!" said the young man, clearly highlighting his point.
"Ah, My apology. Then, what should I address you, sir?" asked the servant again.
"Sir is good, but no milord, because I'm not really a lord..."
"I understand." said the servant.
The young man smiled, given the servant's answer. He then thank him and proceed towards his previous path before being interrupted. He walked one, two, three steppes, before...
"Ah, Sir...!" called the servant.
The young man turns towards the servant for the second time, wondering what's going on...
"The library is that way, sir." called the servant, whilst pointing towards the opposite direction.
"Ah... right... thank you... again." Said the young man, trying to hide his embarrassment.
And so, the young man walked calmly towards the library. There's a matter stuck in his mind. He continues to wonder. Asking himself the same darn question...
"How in God's name did I end up in Arendelle?"
I, the Narrator, have some words from the writer. He said that this was his first time publishing a story. As if now, my writer is learning the know how on publishing fanfiction story. He therefore apologize if he had made any mistake.
He also wished his work to be reviewed. He really needs review as he still have much to learn and further improve his work.
If you're interested on where this story is going, be sure to let him know. It really will give him the boost he needs to complete this project.
As tradition goes he would like to announce his disclaimer, which he should really put at the beginning of this story, not the end of this chapter. He did not own Elsa or Olaf, or any other character that are shown in the movie.
