Editors note: This is my first story so please let me know what you think. More to come soon.
Chapter 1: After the winter
Elsa was sleeping in her room when she started having nightmares. Images flashed through her head of Anna first being struck in the head then in the heart with her powers. She woke up screaming, again. "That's the fifth time this week these nightmares have happened." Elsa thought. She got up and checked the clock. "Great, it's four in the morning and I have council meetings all day tomorrow." She moaned. She decided to walk to the kitchen to eat some of her favorite treats which, of course, is chocolate. When she got to the kitchen door, she heard a loud crash. "Hello?" She called "Is everything alright?" No answer.
She sighed and walked in to see what was the matter, only to burst out with laughter at what she saw. Anna was doing a perfect split eating chocolate chip cookies from the cookie jar and chocolate fudge from the fridge adjacent to the shelf the cookie jar was. "Elpsha?" Anna asked with a mouth full of fudge. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Chuckled Elsa. Anna quickly swallowed the chocolate and tried to dismount only to fall face first on the floor right in front of Elsa. Elsa helped her sister up while failing to conceal her laughter. "What are you doing up? I'm always up at this time eating chocolate, which is probably the reason I sleep till noon." Anna asked as she dusted herself off energetically. "Well-" Elsa started to reply but Anna interrupted her. "Ahh I really don't care. Come on!" She grabbed Elsa's hand and ran and dragged Elsa to the table and placed a mountain of chocolate ice cream in front of them and got to spoons. Elsa said "There's no way we can eat all of that ice cream before it melts!" Anna just gave Elsa a dumbfounded look with her jaw dropped as if to say "Really?!" Elsa just looked and did her best to keep a straight face but then smiled and laughed and put a personal flurry over the ice cream. "There." Elsa said. And the two sisters dug in.
On the other side of Arendelle stood a young man. He had just arrived and was looking for a place to stay. He was about 20 years old, had dark brown hair, brown eyes and was six feet tall. He wore a black cloak with a hood and didn't talk much. "What a boring place. There's no real action save for a magical storm that wasn't even done on purpose." The traveler thought. He was just a traveler going from place to place for some adventure. He carried a sword at his hip. He was wearing a black chest plate underneath his cloak, it was thin but strong and light and flexible but can hold off a cross bolt from close range. Same for his plate legs. He made them himself, with a rare metal found at the base of the North Mountain. He walked towards what looked to be a bar and got a glass of beer then went to the inn and rented a room for the night.