Hello and welcome! This is a story I had intention of writing for a looooooooooong time but I never got around to it. But finally I have the time and dedication.
Yes, the first chapter is rather short and is mainly only introdocing the character - don't worry, you'll see Elsa and Anna soon enough! (2nd or 3rd chapter).
I will try to post a new chapter at least once every three days (don't hold me to it!). Currently rated T, but might change to M in the future.
Reviews are welcome and motivate me a lot :).
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen.
Chapter 1 : Endless Memories
It was a cold, rainy summer morning in the town or Arendelle. A man in his twenties was making his way down the main street, his head covered under a hood of a brown coat. He slowly reached out with his right hand as he walked, feeling the warm rain dripping on his skin.
"I love rain," he whispered to himself.
After a short while he had arrived at what looked like an old, scrubby tavern. He made his way inside, looking around. The tavern was nearly empty – only the bartender was behind the counter, half asleep on his stool. The man made his way over to the bartender, shaking him by the shoulder.
"Mrgghhh, what'd ya' want rat?", the bartender spat out.
"I was told I would recieve a package here," the man stated.
The bartender started at the man for awhile before finally mumbling, "on the counter."
The man scanned the counter, noticing a small bundle to his left. He took ahold of it before storming out the door.
The rain outside had came to a stop. The man sat down on a nearby bench, letting out a deep sigh. He opened up the sack, retrieving a letter from it.
Thomas,
I hope you had a safe passage to Arendelle. The plans haven't changed, I will meet you two days before the coronation and discuss further approach then. Meanwhile, I'd like you to return to your old cottage and retrieve your belongings. I've no doubt you'll find yourself wandering throughout the town, so make use of it and see what else you can learn.
Stay safe,
Haytham.
Thomas folded the letter, hiding it underneath his coat. Then he removed another item from the sack, a pocket watch – his father's, or so he's been told.
He took his time examinating the watch. It was handcrafted and had many different engravings all over it. He opened up the cover, looking at the time – 6:41.
Thomas removed the hood from his head, revealing his face. He was young, no more than twenty five years old. He had dark blond, curly hair and blue eyes. He had a slight amount of freckles along his nose and under his eyes. He was wearing a white shirt under his coat along with beige pants with a green and purple sash around his waist and a pair of knee-high leather boots.
He got up from the bench, starting to walk around the town recollecting his thoughts.
"Why did they decide to send me? Was it because I used to live here? Was it because they didn't need me back at Faybourne? Who made the decision? What is the deal with this place and these two oh so precious princesses that I must watch over?"
All these thoughts were racing trough Thomas's head. He let out yet another long sigh as he walked throughout the town, the memories of his past life here flashing infront of his eyes. He saw the clocktower he used to climb. He saw the market where he would play hide and seek. He saw the barracks where he would spend most of his younger years, training.
The barracks were special. They were right next to the shore and they had a perfect view on castle's east side. The barracks were so close that you could see trough some of the windows pretty clearly. That's where Thomas had once seen one of the princesses, the eldest one, Elsa. It was a regular training day at the barracks when something had caught Thomas's attention – someone was watching him. He caught a glance at the castle and noticed Princess Elsa standing by one of the windows, looking down at the barrack's training yard. As she noticed Thomas staring at her, she quickly moved away.
Thomas lingered next to the barracks for a little longer before moving on. He had reached outskirts of the town where the buildings were pretty scarce. He arrived at an old, abandoned cottage and made his way inside. He walked over to a small storage-chamber next to the kitchen, opening up a secret passage to the basement under the floorboards.
It was pitch black, but Thomas lit a nearby torch, lighting up the interior.
The basement was designed to be a small armory of sorts. There was plenty of different weaponary along the walls and on the shelves.
Thomas scanned the room and was about to take a step forward when he was slammed against the wall by another man and a knife was pressed against his throat.
"Thomas.." the man grunted.
"Haytham," Thomas let out a sigh of relief.
The next chapter should be up within 1-2 days!