A. N. For those of you who can get which fandom I'm apart of based on the title... You have my respect. For those of you who can't... no worries. This is, through and through, a Frozen story. As the name suggests, a very bizarre frozen story.

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Jailhouse Rock

It's a fall morning in Arendelle! City of Joy and Beauty! Considered a most mysterious trading partner by its neighbors, it is also home to the royal family! Though their story is a mystery unto itself, (as if everybody doesn't already know that story,) Arendelle's people live a simple and content life, (eternal winters notwithstanding.) But all of that is about to change! (again.) Nestled in one of the fjords Norway is famous for, Arendelle's people wake up to what appears to be another ordinary day in their fair kingdom! (As ordinary as it can be anyway.) But all is not well in paradise! In the local jailhouse, one mother fears for her son…

"Cassius Clay: 23 years old, 6 ½ feet tall, an American—" The constable still thought that extremely odd. "Uh… his father is out of the picture, I assume, Miss Clay?"

"Y— Yes," she said tentatively. "He left me and Cassius years ago." Her Norwegian was surprisingly good.

"Thanks. Just needed that for the record." That, and he suspected that a boy like Clay had no real father figure in his life; His complete disrespect for him and his guards was a telltale sign… among other things.

But he didn't need to tell Miss Clay about his other run ins with her son.

He started, "Your probably worried—

"Constable!" she shrieked, cutting him off. "Why am I here? What did Cassius do?!" The way she spoke seemed to make her already greying hazelnut hair grow greyer. "Did he…" Her eyes were becoming too wide for her face. "… KILL SOMEONE?!"

Eh— Him and his second, reading a newspaper by the door into the compound, chuckled awkwardly at that. "Relax, Miss Clay. He didn't kill anyone." he said, closing up the boy's criminal 'record.' Record to the constable anyway. "He's just here for a brawl he got into with some lowlifes."

"Oh…" She visibly relaxed at that. "Okay. I was afraid he— Actually, I don't know what I was afraid of."

"Yeah." No one, he thought to himself, certainly not the chief or Miss Clay, needs to know about Clay's actual criminal record.

"I had him spend the night here." He placed the book beneath the desk. "The lowlifes in question probably had it coming anyway. I'm pretty sure they were going to mug him." Mug Clay. Like that'll end well. "Anyway, I just asked you here this morning to… well, talk him into leaving."

"What?" She was confused.

So am I, he thought.

"You see Mam…" the Constable wanted to explain this as best he could, but Clay's arrest was just so…

bizarre.

"You see," he struggled to say, rubbing the back of his head, "we found your boy when we heard a scuffle in an alley during a patrol last night. When we ran to investigate, we found him surrounded by at least five of those muggers we mentioned… all beaten down."

To a bloody pulp.

"Wait— and Cassius wasn't hurt?"

"Oh, he wasn't hurt alright," said the second, earning him a quick glare from the constable.

He didn't give Miss Clay enough time to dwell on that when he answered, "He was a bit worse for wear," Lie. "but otherwise, your boy was unharmed. What's strange is that as soon as we found him, he asked for us to arrest him and came back with me and my second here to jail. This morning, when I went to release him, he refused to leave his cell."

"I don't understand. Why doesn't he want to leave?"

"Because he… Well, he— Clay, eh." What do I say? "Cassius, er." He didn't like using Clay's actual name. I give up. "Maybe it's best if I let him tell you himself. I wanted you to talk some sense into him anyway. Seeing as how you're his mother, I'm hoping you can convince him to leave his cell. Is that alright?"

"Yes. Take me to him."

"Right this way then." The constable was relieved that he didn't have to give Clay's absurd story about why he didn't want to leave this jail. "Skjoldr, the keys?"

Leaving the confines of the desk and heading towards the compound door, him and Clay's mother let the second grab the keys to the door from a rack and unlock the entrance. When it opened, the darkness from the jail proper below reached out, drawing the company in.

They walked down. The one called Skjoldr led the way.

"If I may ask Miss Clay," started the constable, "how long have you and your son lived in Arendelle? Your Norwegian is very good for a foreigner."

"Almost five years." she answered. "I know my Norwegian isn't very fluent." She looked sheepish. "Is it bad?"

"Are you serious? Not at all Mam." The corridor was short. "Honestly, it's better than the garble from most of the people I have to deal with on a daily basis." They turned the corner, revealing a longer corridor, lined on both sides by cells.

"There," said the second. "He's in the cell all the way at the end. The right one."

"Miss Clay, stay—

"Cassius!"

"Wha— Miss Clay!" She had run ahead, the constable shouting at her back.

She needed to see her son. Her boy.

"Cassius!"

Cassius, throw the ball! Over here sweetie!

"Cassius!"

Cassius, be careful and don't be late for school! … Kay, bye Mom!

"Cassius!"

This is delicious Mom! Did you really make it all by yourself? Or did Miss Pearl help you?

His smile… "Cassius!"

Hey Mom, I found Dad's pocket watch! Do you think he'll come home sooner if he's left it behind? He needs his watch.

His smile… He was so proud of himself… "Cassius!"

It wasn't the only thing he left behind.

Mom… When is Dad going to come home?

His smile was so hopeful… the last time he smiled… "Cassius!"

She would give anything to see him smile like that again.

"Cassius!

"Cassius!

"Cassius!

"… CASSIUS!"

"Shut up and get out of my face YOU STUPID BITCH!"

"Okay!" The smile on her face and the cheer in her voice were beyond reason.