Summary: Three years before Elsa's coronation, the kingdom was controlled by a corrupt prime minister and his subjects. Three years after her parents died, Anna didn't always stay in the castle. Now, after regaining the monarchy, they must now try to correct what has been wronged.

Note: New story– this first part is Pre-Frozen

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Nothing changed. It was always the same boring ticking and tocking all day and all night. The only thing that ever actually interested her was when the old grandfather clock had chimed into a new hour. But when you spend half the day talking to paintings and the other half of the day watching the time pass by, even that becomes boring.

Princess Anna of Arendelle was 11 years old and bored, to put it bluntly. Ever since her sister, Princess Elsa, had moved out of their room and locked herself in a room on the opposite side of the castle, Anna had wasted her time away in boredom.

Of course, watching the clock and talking to paintings weren't the only things that she did. She had actually spent an extensive amount of time in the library. She'd read books of adventure and fantasy, wishing that one day, she could be able to make a story of her own.

That was where she found herself now. She sat on a leather wing chair with a finished book on her lap as she stared at the grandfather clock placed beside the fireplace of the library.

She had finished the book a few hours ago, but she had found herself too lazy to search for another book. Instead, the eleven year old just sat there staring at the clock for three hours, lost in her thoughts. The silence of the library was deafening, the cause of it was that there was not but one soul in the large room.

But Anna didn't mind, not really, not anymore. Especially after getting used to the loneliness of the large castle. Ever since Elsa locked herself in her room, Anna found herself suddenly alone. The servants that had been her friends had been fired from the castle and only the older, more experienced servants were left in the castle. Even her mother and father stayed to themselves and only roamed the castle when they were needed. So Anna spent the whole time bored, trying to find ways to entertain herself.

As Anna watched the clock, her thoughts had wandered. She had begun having a daydream that followed the plot of the book she had been reading. Except this time, she was the main character. She daydreamed how the book's plot might have changed if she was the main protagonist. The book's plot was pretty easy to follow. It was about a thief named Robin Hood who stole from the rich and wealthy after seeing corruption and gave his stolen items to the poor. Of course, the eleven year old never dreamed of killing people who got in her way, but she did dream about the heroics of Robin Hood and his band of Merrymen.

She dreamed about the sword fighting and the arrow shooting, the danger and adrenaline awarded by the happiness of the people. It was that thought that brought an idea into the eleven year old Anna's mind.

Leaping up from her seat, the book fell to the floor and Anna ran out of the library and off into another part of the castle. Flying down the corridors of the castle, she'd gotten weird looks of questioning by the staff. Usually, they knew that when she was this energetic she had formulated a plan; and a plan she had.

Anna stopped at the end of a corridor close to the kitchens where a purple vase was placed on top of a small wooden table. Underneath it, she knew the wall panel opened up and lead into the old abandoned armory of the castle. (She'd found it one time after accidentally knocking down the previous blue vase and looking for a place to hide.) Checking around to make sure no one had followed or was looking, she opened the panel by the little knob at the side (small enough to be hidden from sight) and climbed inside.

It was small and dark, but it was big enough for eleven year old Anna to easily climb into. Sucking up the doubt and uncertainty that had suddenly washed over her, the eleven year old forced herself to climb through on her hands and knees, and kept crawling until her face bumped into the other door. Anna sighed in relief and gingerly pushed open the exit panel and was met with the sight of dusty, yet sharp and rusting weapons.

The armory wasn't very big; it looked the size of her parents' bedroom. The whole room was made of stone and the main door was made of wood like all other rooms in the castle. However, it did have a chilly feeling since it was just a storage room, lacking any internal heating place/vents. Around the room was a various array of weapons that hung on the walls and strewn about the few shelves.

"Wow," Anna breathed in amazement. She climbed out of the panel and distractedly dusted herself off as she looked around the room in amazement. The girl stood there for a minute before a certain weapon caught her eye. Anna walked towards the weapon laying in the corner of the room. With wide eyes, Anna picked it up.

It was a wooden training sword used for the squires when they had trained to be a knight. Anna stared at it for a while before swinging it experimentally. It wasn't light, but it was heavy enough for an eleven year old to use since squires would have gone into training at her age. Anna smiled, fondly swinging the sword around once more.

Oh yes, this would help pass the time.

A twelve-year-old Anna ran down the corridor to a table with a purple vase atop it and flung open the little hidden door. She climbed in and entered the armory before finally breaking down on the stone floor. She had asked Elsa today, as usual, but she had gotten a different response. She supposed Elsa had finally broke, but that didn't stop the tears from falling after remembering what her big sister had said earlier than morning.

Elsa had shouted through the doorway after Anna had asked to make a snowman, telling her to leave and how tired she was of her knocking. Elsa had said how she was just a spare and wanted nothing to do with her. Anna backed up in shock and Elsa immediately began apologizing, regretting everything that had come from her mouth. But Anna didn't stay to listen to Elsa's apologies after panicking when Elsa had actually tried to open the door. Instead, she ran to her armory, leaving behind a distraught Elsa after her.

Little did she know that Elsa had accidentally caused a blizzard in her room due to her anger of having to stay hidden after she had watched Anna playing outside in the castle courtyard, a few hours before, happy and playing with a butterfly. She had accidentally blown up at Anna because she had been jealous, but that didn't prove well after she had immediately regretted everything and started causing a blizzard even worse than before inside her room.

Anna crawled into a ball to a corner of the armory, sobbing to herself as Elsa's words repeated in her head.

Get out. Leave. Tired of you. Just a spare. Want nothing to do with you.

Her lower lip trembled and her hand scrambled the floor, finding an object. The object was the Robin Hood book she had brought into the armory after a few days of finding the wooden swords when she had been eleven. Anna's hand grasped around the leather-bound spine of the book and found herself throwing it at the opposite wall's empty torchholder.

The torchholder didn't break, but it was pulled down in a way that it looked like some sort of lever. To her surprise, she the stone wall underneath the torch holder slid in and opened like a sort of door.

Anna stood up and wiped her face from the tears and with curiosity, stepped towards the new door. She glanced at the torch holder that was bent down and then quickly grabbed a small stool. She stood on it and pushed the torch holder back up to its original place. This time, stone door closed and slid back in as if it were just a part of the wall. Anna's eyes widened and she gasped, Where could this door lead to?

She pulled the torch holder down once again and the wall panel slid in and opened up again. The twelve-year-old grinned before looking back at the other panel that led back into the castle corridor adjacent to the kitchen.

I am not going up there, not for a while, Anna thought to herself. She grabbed a spare torch on one of the shelves and struck a match. She lit the torch and quickly blew out the small flame before it could burn her. Anna stepped towards the wall, but paused and looked back. Her eye caught sight of the wooden sword resting on one of the shelves. Making a swift second decision, Anna ran, grabbed the sword, and fled through the new and mysterious doorway.

Immediately, she was encased in darkness with nothing but the torch in her hand used as light. Anna squinted, holding the torch out in front of her. She found that she was in a large dirty passageway, the ceiling and walls made of a stone but the floor made of compact soil. She looked down the hall but could not find where it led to. She was instantly intrigued, and she swallowed down fear as she made her way down the long passageway.

The passageway curved left before a right turn was made into a dead-end. Anna blinked back in confusion. Why would someone make so much trouble in creating a secret passageway only for the passageway to lead into a dead-end? Questions racketed Anna's mind and her eyes drifted off to a torchholder on the side. She tilted her head and a small smile played on her lips.

Anna set the torch she was holding in the torch holder and it immediately had the same effect as the one in the armory. A small rectangular part of the wall in front of her slid in and, like a door, swung open on some hinges. Immediately, light flooded in from the stone door into the dark corridor, causing Anna to squint her eyes at the sudden brightness.

Anna extended her arm and pushed open the door and was met with the sight and smell of pine trees. She glanced backwards in worry before hesitantly stepping through the stone door.

Her foot fell on grass and dirt for the first time in so many years. Anna found herself in front of a stone wall in the middle of a forest. She guessed that it was just the hills outside the castle, judging from the distance she had walked in the long corridor. She looked up and saw the tall stone wall towering over her. Somehow, the corridor had been built underneath the walls that connected the castle to somewhere over the mountains. It had led to the hill right inside the walls, north of the village.

Anna glanced at the wooden sword in her hand that she had momentarily forgotten. There in the forest, she decided, she would spend her free time whenever she had wanted get away from the castle. She had a feeling she would be spending a lot more time in these woods in the years to come.

Boring opening, So here's my plan for what is to come. I'd give about 3 to 5 (depends how long I write and how I decide to pace my writing) chapters before the events of Frozen. Afterward, the real story begins. I suspect maybe 15 to 20 chapters before reaching the end? I don't know, we'll see.

Updates will be once a week.

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