Thought of this crazy story and wanted to tell my friends, but they don't love Frozen. So I'm going to share it with all of you guys! I hope you enjoy. Please be patience with the updates, I have lots of story's going on right now. Thanks!

My foster family and I were on a walk. We followed a trail through a forest, one that everyone in the community uses. Elizabeth, (Karen and Liam's real daughter), and I were tossing a tennis ball back and forth.

I never knew my real parents. I've been from foster home to foster home my whole life.

I've been living with the Wilson's in Grand Rapids, Michigan for about a week now. The longest I've ever stayed in a home was about 3 months. I always seem to get into trouble. Whether it was breaking something on accident, or just not being what the family wanted. Karen and Liam always wanted another daughter, but Karen kept having still births. They tried 3 times after Elizabeth was born, and eventually gave up. So they started becoming foster parents. Elizabeth was 10 and in the 5th grade. I was 15 when I first came here. I'm turning 16 next month. I hope I can stay that long. Elizabeth's 10th birthday party 2 days ago and it was a blast! I hope they would do the same for me. But who knows how long till they send me away.

"Christa! Go long!" Elizabeth yelled at me. Karen and Liam looked back to watch her throw the tennis ball. Elizabeth grunted as she threw it as hard as she could. I ran backwards to catch it before colliding with a tree. The force was so strong that my glasses flew of my head and onto the dirt trail in front of me. "Christa! I'm sorry. Are you OK?" Elizabeth asked.

I laughed as I searched the ground with my hands, hoping to touch the metal frames of the lenses. "Yes, I'm fine." Elizabeth ran over to me and picked up my glasses. I bent down so she could put them back on my face. "Thanks." I smiled.

She smiled back at me. Her dimples coming into view as my eyes focused. "Welcome, Christa." she replied. I ruffled her chestnut hair with my fingers, causing her to giggle.

"Christa, will you go get the ball?" Karen asked.

"Of course." I ran through the forest in search of a neon green sphere.

I loved the outdoors. The smell of the pine trees. The feeling of the breeze through my red hair. The view of nature when it's not disturbed by human kind. It was they best feeling. I felt like I belonged out here. Like I was never meant to live in the era of I-Phones and flat screen TV's. Like I was in a fantasy novel.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I'm glad the Wilson's go on walk's through the forest's. I can relax when I'm out here. Not a care in the world.

"Christa?" I heard Liam yell. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Be right there."

I picked up the tennis ball and turned around. Except I didn't find tree's surrounding me. I didn't see 3 human figures standing on a forest trail in the distance. No, I saw in front of me a tall mountain.

"What the?" I asked out loud.

I close my eye's tight, hoping that my glasses are just foggy. When my eye's shoot open, I still see the mountain, it's peak covered in snow. I pinch my arm to see if I'm dreaming.

"Ow!" I'm definitely not dreaming. I turn back around and feel fabric skim my ankles. Looking down, I see I'm no longer wearing my favorite blue and brown sweatshirt with a pair of jean shorts and sneakers. Now I'm wearing a purple dress the goes down to my ankles with short sleeves and bare feet. Feeling my hair, I realize it's no longer in my favorite pony tail, but in a messy bun on the back of my head.

In front of me is a small market, like the ones in fantasy novels. Children are running around playing hop scotch and jump rope. Men and Woman are buying food and other goods. Barely anyone notices me.

A woman with white hair and a long blue gown with a cape walks through the market. As she passes by, consumers bow to her and she nods her head in return. She must be of some higher standard.

I run up to her, hoping she can tell me where I am.

"Excuse me?" I ask her.

"Oh, hello. How are you enjoying the market?" she asks me.

"Um, fine. I was just wondering if you could tell me where I am."

Her smile turns into a frown and her blue eyes fill with confusion.

"What?"

"Where am I?"

"Who are you?" she asks.

"I'm Christa." I hold out my hand for her to shake. She stares at it as if it's contaminated. It's then that I spot the crown on her head. "Are you royalty?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, did you say Christa?"

"Yes. Um, could you please tell me where I am?" her face brightens as she looks at me. Her frown turns into a wide smile and her eyes widen in excitement.

"Christa. Christa! I can't believe it! We thought you were gone. But now your back and...Anna's going to be so excited." The woman grabbed my arm. Where her hand was placed, a sharp pain started to form. Is that steam starting to emerge from where she's touching?

"Ow!" I yell and jerk my arm back. She grabs the wrist of her steaming hand and doubles over. After a few seconds, our steam starts to disappear and my pain fades away, leaving a small snowflake shaped scar where the hand was placed. The woman stands straight up and looks at her hand. A small fire looking scar was made on her palm.

Merchants rush over to the woman to try and help her.

"Queen Elsa, are you alright?" one person asks. The woman's name must be Elsa.

"Elsa?" I ask tentatively. One man turns and points a finger at me.

"She has hurt the Queen. Treason! Treason!" Others around him starting chanting along with him. Elsa steps in front of me, careful not to let us touch.

"No, no. It's fine. I'm fine. She didn't hurt me." Elsa explained. She turned to look at me. "Christa, would you come with me?" she asked, her voice soft and calm.

"Can you tell me where I am?" I ask.

"Arendelle."

I nod my head in approval, push up my glasses and follow Elsa through the village. The consumers glare at me as I pass by. Arendelle. Definitely not Grand Rapids. So how did I get here? Why am I here? Why does Elsa want me to follow her? Where are the Wilson's? It's then that I realize I don't have the tennis ball in my hand anymore.

I follow Elsa to a giant castle. As she walks in, servants and other people bow to her. I just keep on walking, not exactly sure what to do or whats going on. Elsa stops in front of large oak doors. I almost run into her, and I would have if I wasn't so scared of the steam. She turns to look at me.

"Christa, wait out here until I call for you."

"OK." I say as she walks through. I peak through the tiny crack in the door and see a sturdy, blond hair male reading on a couch, and a red haired woman reading on the ground beneath his feet. The woman's hair is the exact shade of mine, and the man's eye color matches my own. A snowman walks around with a small cloud of snow above his head. Wait, a walking snowman?

"Hi Elsa!" A walking, talking snowman?! What's wrong with Arendelle? How is no one concerned about this. But I have to admit, Elizabeth would love this little fella. Sitting down and leaning my back against the door, I try to listen in on their conversation. But it's hard to understand.

All of a sudden, I see a reindeer run down the hall, headed straight towards the door. Instinctively, I spring up and run through the oak doors, screaming. What else was I supposed to do? I have no idea whats going on.

Running into the room, I look back and see the reindeer still running towards me. I bump up against something and fall back, my glasses flying off my face. I really need to fix that.

"What are you doing?" Elsa hisses.

Feeling the ground for my glasses, I see a hand reach down. I place my hand in it and it helps pull me up. Someone puts my frames back on my face. Focusing, I see it was the man that helped me up and the woman that put my glasses back on. "Thanks." I whisper.

"Elsa, calm down. She probably wasn't expecting Sven to come charging at her." the woman explained.

"Well now that she's here I might as well tell you. Anna, Kristoff, this is Christa." Elsa said. The couple looked at each other with their mouths hanging open. Staring back at me, I gave them a small smile and a slight wave.

The woman, Anna probably, walked over to me and placed a hand on my cheek. "Is it really you?" she asked.

"Uh, I think so?" I replied.

"I can't believe it." Kristoff, the man, said as he ran his hand through his blonde hair.

"What?" I ask.

Anna smiled as a tear fell down her cheek. "Kristoff, our daughter is home."

Yay! Hope you enjoyed. I hope to post chapter 2 soon, but no promises on an exact day. Please review and the chapter will be up sooner. Thanks!

-CPJ