AN: So I've been rather frustrated with the elderly troll in Frozen. I felt that his interaction with Else was greatly lacking in real advice and practical help. I've given the story my own interpretation, starting from the moment The King and his family leave the trolls.
Errol the troll watched as the King Stefan led his family from the clearing, and headed back to their palace. He sighed. It had been many years since he had seen the emergence of the winter powers. He should consult with his fellow Wise-Troll, Phil, from over the valley. He sent a young troll to invite Phil to tea.
A day or two later (naps made it harder for Errol to keep track of the days), young Stan arrived, with an elderly Phil following behind in a shuffling gait. "Myra, bring some tea!" Errol bellowed, and he hobbled over to Phil.
"Ah, my friend. Thank you for coming." They embraced with a rasping clunk.
"A pleasure, Errol," Phil smiled.
They lowered themselves into mossy chairs, and Myra waddled in with some tea. "Let me know if you need anything else, sugar," Myra smiled as she pointedly left the cave.
Both elderly trolls rolled their eyes. Women trolls. So contrary. "So what brings me here?" Phil smiled at his friend.
Errol sighed. "The Winter Powers. I came across a new case the other day. I haven't seen it in years."
"Really? How fascinating. Born with, or cursed?"
"Born."
"But, that's the first in seven hundred years, isn't it?"
"Yes, I believe so. There was that curse five hundred years ago, and then another two hundred years before that."
"Interesting. How old is the subject?"
"About five, I believe."
"Hmm, very young."
"Indeed." Errol sipped his tea. "She had frozen her sister's head."
"That sounds rather urgent. Is the girl alright now?"
"Mmm. I thawed her head, and removed all traces of the magic from her memory."
Phil nodded. "Standard practice, I believe." He picked up his teacup. "So when does her sister begin training?"
Errol blinked.
"Uh, Errol, you did remember that she will need training, didn't you?"
Errol's mouth dropped open. "Oh dear God….MYYYYRAAAAA!"
