Once upon a time, the land was full of magic. Trolls ruled the forests, nymphs ruled the seas, and fairies ruled the frozen reaches of the icy mountains.

Amidst all these wonders lived humans, creatures devoid of magic, but brimming with a different kind-of potential: imagination. From the minds of these magic-less beings came inventions and crafts like the others had never seen and so it was that the humans traded their creations with the magical creatures in return for the goods of their respective lands.

Ages passed this way with the different creatures living in their own towns and cities until an accident changed things. A young trader, a human man from a tiny village by the sea, was hurt on a trading expedition to the mountains. The rulers of the fairy court allowed the man to stay within their icy halls while he healed and, during this time, he fell in love with the youngest daughter of the fairy king. Favor smiled upon the boy and his love was returned whole heartedly.

As most stories of this kind go, love conquered even the most skeptical of hearts and the union was smiled upon by human and fairy alike. Thus the couple was married and the people of the village declared them their leaders for who better to rule them than those who had bridged the gap between humans and magic?

The village soon became favored above all others due to the kind and wise guidance of its rulers and other humans flocked to the village, which grew to a town, and then a city. A city known as Arendelle.

In time, the fairy queen and her human king had a child. A son with the wintery powers of his mother and the wisdom of both his parents. He too ruled the city as did his daughter, another human born with the powers of frost.

Nothing lasts forever, though, and the power dwindled as the ages past until it faded away, as did many of the magical creatures in the land. Soon, trolls, nymphs, fairies, and frost powers were nothing more than legends and the age of humans dawned as the age of magic faded away.

Over time, even the rulers of Arendelle forgot their magical heritage. Forgot the frost powers that they'd once held, though the magic never truly died. It laid in wait for one worthy of the power to be born. And so it was that, generations later, a king and queen gave birth to their first born, a daughter, with the power of frost. No one knew where her magic came from. No one remembered the old stories. Thus it was that the gift, for a gift it was, was viewed as a curse by the princess' parents and it's existence was kept hidden away from the eyes of their subjects.

Not everyone feared the gift, though. The king and queen's younger daughter adored her sister's magic almost as much as she adored its wielder. So it was that, while the rulers searched for a way to hide the gift, the two princesses joyed in its wonders.

All wonders must come to an end.