I do not own any of the characters of settings in Disney's Frozen. This is merely a fanfic. Insert more legal stuff here.

I've decided to start posting music that I felt really... Captured the opening feelings of this Fanfic, much like a piece during the opening credits of a movie. If you like, relax, and play this song while reading the first chapter of this story, as well as my others. It's what I hear when I read it. The Opening Song of this story is called "Disney's Frozen Medley", a cover by Albert and Tiffany Chang. This really represents how I feel at the beginning of this story, especially the finale to "For the First Time in Forever." Send them some love, and enjoy the story!

Disney's Frozen: The Frozen Heart

Part Two

Chapter 1

Stian

"Chase me, Stian!" Elsa's voice echoed across the forest. There were small flurries of snow blowing in his face, so Stian had to focus to see where she was. Then he saw her, prancing through the forest, with her father's large scarf dragging on the ground behind her. Stian pulled on his mittens, and ran to catch up. It took him a while, and he stumbled once or twice, but he finally caught Elsa.

"Got you!" he laughed. Elsa fell to the ground, shocking Stian a bit, until she started moving her arms and legs up and down.

"I'm good at snow angels!" Stian said.

"Not as good as me." Elsa challenged. Stian stuck his tongue out, and lay next to Elsa, vigorously trying to make a superior snow angel. The two giggled and examined their work. Elsa's was a beautifully made snow angel, complete with halo. Stian's on the other hand, was lacking. It looked like he had sat there in the snow, rolling around. It looked more like a snow yak.

"Hey, Elsa. Look." Stian pointed. There, in the distance stood a small wooden shack. Smoke was emanating from the chimney, and a pile of firewood stood stacked outside. "I wonder if anybody's home?"

"Stian, we need to go back… Lunch is soon and Mama won't-"

"Come on! Are you gonna be a baby?" he asked.

"I'm not a baby. I'm almost five." Elsa said, folding her arms.

"Come on!" Stian said, taking her hand, and running for the shack. The reached the door, and Stian knocked.

"Stian, we need to leave…" Elsa said nervously, surveying the trees.

"Baby!" he laughed.

"No, look." she pointed. There, peeking out from behind the trees, were tiny people. Their eyes slanted, and they looked ready to pounce. The door slowly opened. They heard a voice from the inside. It sounded like an old man. A deep, raspy voice.

"What do you want?" it asked.

"I- I'm sorry, we were just… We were just playing, and-" Stian stammered.

"Playing?" the door opened to reveal a short man, with a long white beard covering his face, dressed in a tattered robe.

"Yes sir… We're sorry." Elsa said. Stian noticed the short men were creeping closer.

"Nonsense." he said, taking Stian's arm. Stian struggled, and kicked and punched, but nothing phased the old man. Stian began to panic.

"Please, sir, let him go!" Elsa begged, as the man pulled Stian into his shack. Elsa reluctantly followed, hoping to get Stian out of the man's clutches. Stian began to yell for help, but the man plopped him down into a chair, making him go silent.

"I've been waiting for somebody like you for a long time." the man said to Stian, reaching up on a shelf, producing a small white box. A blue snowflake was painted on the lid. Stian didn't move from the chair, while Elsa stood in the doorway, terrified. No way she was leaving her best friend. The man opened the box, and produced a small blue snowball. He held it in his hands tenderly.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked. Stian shook his head, tears in his eyes. "This is part of a special treasure called the Frozen Heart."

"The Frozen Heart?" he asked.

"A strong object. Capable of doing anything. But it was broken long ago…" he said sadly, gazing at the snowball. "But you'll help me find the rest of it won't you? Only somebody young, and pure of heart can accept the gift." he told. Stian.

"I don't want a gift." Stian said.

"Oh, they never do. I didn't. I could never control it. Look around." he said, waving his hand. His cabin was cold, with a thin layer of frost covering everything. Snow piled underneath the old man's feet. "But accept it, boy. I'm passing the gift on to you." the old man took the snowball in his hand, and made a fist. The snowball collapsed into tiny blue crystals. The man put his hand to Stian's chest, and the crystals began flooding toward Stian.

The little boy began to squirm and yell. The blue crystals entered his chest one by one. Not puncturing, but fusing with him. Elsa noticed Stian's hair getting lighter. From black, to coal, to grey, and finally, strand by strand, pure white. Stian felt his insides cool, and eventually felt frozen from the inside out. He shivered, and now saw his breath. Except it wasn't white like it was when it cold out. His breath was the same light color blue as the snowball. The color faded from Stian's face, as he struggled more. Elsa was terrified.

"Elsa help me!" Stian begged. The old man froze. The crystals stopped moving from his hand.

"Elsa? The Princess Elsa of Arendelle?" the old man asked, turning to her.

"No, please!" Elsa began to run, but the old man caught her wrist. Stian watched in horror as crystals flew into Elsa's chest, her heart, as well. Elsa's dark brown hair turned lighter, eventually matching Stian's platinum blonde hair. Her face turned pale, and she fell to the ground, dazed. The old man turned to Stian once again.

"It seems you both only possess half the power. Better that then none. Let me tell you this." he said. His bony face stared directly at the boy's.

"You'll never learn to control it. You will hurt the people you love most." the snow flurries from outside began to fill the room.

"Your life has just changed forever."

Stian sat up, quickly. Moonlight flooded in from the window to his left. Another dream. He felt his face, and sure enough, there was sweat droplets frozen on his forehead. He breathed deep, feeling his hair. Still white. The dreams were getting worse. He barely slept at all. He was worried it had happened again.

Stian looked to his right. There, sleeping soundly was his wife, Elsa. The moonlight shown on her face, making her look an otherworldly kind of beautiful. He was reading too much into this. They were just dreams right? Right? But they had started a few weeks after Stian was crowned King of Arendelle. That day, so many years ago had changed both of their lives forever, just like the old man had said.

He kissed Elsa on the forehead, and tried to get back to sleep. Kingdoms from all over the world were coming to see what Arendelle had to offer trade wise for the new year. He'd become king in November. It was now February, and it seemed like nothing had changed. He closed his eyes, and wished for the morning to come.