Blackness. Elsa was in blackness. Nothing but shapes and vague, blank memories floating in and out of her view, a mess of confusing noises, all unintelligible, all meaningless. She couldn't see. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. As though she had been returned to the womb itself.

And she had no idea how long she'd been like this.

Suddenly, a blinding light flooded in, and an unseen force was pulling, lifting Elsa out of the darkness.

She started to feel real sensations again. The voices were still unintelligible, and the shapes still blurred, but as Elsa came into consciousness it became clearer that they were from the outside world, not her own head as before.

The force that had removed her from her prison was now working on her hands, loosening something that had been restraining her. Then it repeated the exercise on her legs, and across her torso.

As Elsa started to make out different colors of the new world around her, the force finished removing her restraints and had lifted her up, and she could feel herself being swung through the air. Her consciousness started to come into focus, and her first thoughts questioned why she wasn't resisting this action.

Her hearing slowly became clearer, though more quickly than her eyesight, and she heard a distant noise, like someone calling. Elsa couldn't understand what the voice was saying. A louder, childish voice responded from much closer by.

"But Mom, I just opened it up!"

The distant voice spoke again, and this time Elsa made it out. It seemed to say, "Come on Bonnie, let's go!"

The louder voice let out a pout, and Elsa suddenly found herself in freefall. She landed on a soft, cushion-like surface. She blinked, and her vision came into full focus just in time for her to see a large figure – presumably the source of the loud voice, and possibly the force that had freed her – leave the room.

Elsa sat, baffled and confused, able to see and feel and think, but unable to process the world around her. Then her memories came flooding back.

The night with Anna, making snowmen. Freezing Anna's head. The trolls. The years of isolation. The coronation. Hans. Running away. The ice palace. Freezing Anna's heart. Almost becoming a monster. The dungeon. The frozen fjord. Her sister's statue. The shock made her convulse and shudder with agony.

A final, more peaceful memory made its way back to Elsa, that of breaking the curse and reconciling with Anna. And that was it. Her memories ended with her day with Anna on the ice-skating rink.

That's it? she wondered. How could my memory end there? What happened? Where's Anna? How did I get…

Elsa's anxiety about her sudden amnesia subsided when she recalled the events that had just taken place.

…here?

Where is here?

She sat up and oriented herself, scanning the room around her. She was baffled. The room was enormous, as large as any of the grand halls of her castle, even the ballroom. But more terrifying than that was that the room was filled with gigantic furniture. Every couch and chair looked like it was intended for someone of monstrous proportions. Her mind thought of the horrible, man-eating giants of the stories she'd read as a child. Jack and his beanstalk. Could it be real? Could she be in the home of a giant in the clouds?

Evidently not in the clouds, she noted as she spied the window and the view outside. She could see grass, and bright sun, and trees. She also noticed a strange, black, paved terrain that she had never seen before. But that was far from the most pressing concern at the moment.

There were two couches, one of which she was sitting on, and a chair. There was a small table positioned parallel to her couch. On it, there was a box about Elsa's size, which looked as though it had been broken into already. There was a clear, thin material covering the box's interior, and on the top the word "Gisney" was styled in fanciful font, although Elsa couldn't comprehend why the "G" appeared to be positioned backwards. Another moment of thought allowed Elsa to realize that must have been the prison she had been enclosed in. Those strange straws next to it must have been her restraints.

So it was one of the giants that had freed her. But then another one had called it away. And now Elsa was alone in their home.

Am I alone? Elsa had no idea how she got here, after all; she might not be the only one they had captured.

Oh no, Elsa thought, cursing her inconveniently malfunctioning memory. Had they invaded Arendelle? Had they taken citizens? Had they laid waste to the nation?

Had they taken Anna?

Terror flooded through Elsa. Even after her analysis, she still had no idea where she was, no idea how she had gotten there, no idea what the giants had in store for her if they returned. But more importantly, she had no idea who else was with her, or where the people she cared about were.

She pushed the horrifying thoughts of what these monsters might have done to her sister, and the general populace, aside. This was no time for panic. She needed to think. She needed to act. It was time to start moving.

She looked down. If she jumped off the couch, she would break her legs. A snow cushion would work nicely, she mused. She stretched out her arms and fired a blast of snow, to soften the impact.

Except she didn't. No blast of ice came from her hands as it always had. Perplexed, Elsa tried again. Nothing. Two more tries. Both misfires. What is happening?

Could the giants have found a way to neutralize her power? Just when she had learned to control it, it was gone. Why? Why now?

This just got a whole lot harder.

Elsa didn't have time to think. New plan. The table was close enough for her to climb across. From there, she could slide down one of the legs. She stood up, and gently stretched across to the table.

Grasping the edge, she pulled herself across to the other side. Hanging on, she wrapped her own legs around that of the table. Once she was firmly secure, she let go and grabbed the leg, and gently slid down to the carpeted floor below.

Standing up, she was surprised at herself. She was feeling adventurous. She wondered if this is what it felt like to be Anna.

Anna.

She looked around. There was a hardwood floor ahead that she ran to. This appeared to be the hall. Several rooms lined both sides, with a staircase at the end. She listened. There was no sign that there were any active giants about.

Doesn't mean one couldn't be sleeping. She had to be cautious. A nagging thought warned her about the foolhardiness of going deeper into the giants' fortress. But she couldn't find her way home alone, and she couldn't abandon anyone who was being held captive with her.

A sudden, loud noise came from the ceiling above her. So something was upstairs. Elsa decided that getting a better idea of what she was up against would be a good idea. In retrospect, Elsa noted that this was a foolish idea, one that could have gotten her killed had her suspicions proved accurate, but then again, rescue missions were hardly her area of expertise. This is why Arendelle has knights, Elsa mused.

She reached the end of the stairwell and pulled herself to the top of each step. She was nearly halfway up the spiraled staircase when she saw something that made her freeze in her tracks. An enormous, terrifying dog, as big as the largest elk, sound asleep five steps above her.

Elsa had never seen a dog up close before, certainly not a giant monster like this. Though she did notice that, were it proportioned normally, it actually would have been a smaller breed. It had light, grayish-brown fur on its face, and a darker gray coat covering its back. It appeared sound asleep.

Elsa considered the possibility that the dog had been the source of the noise she had heard previously, and that it may be wise to turn around. But she was determined to know for sure. Her entire experience since she had been released was nothing but uncertainty, and she wanted to be certain of at least one thing.

So, quiet and cautious, she snuck past the dog and continued on to the top of the staircase.

There were two rooms at the top. To her left, the door was wide open, and the room was dark. There was clearly no one there. The other room had a mostly-closed door, was lit, and there was definite sound coming from it. Against her better judgment, she peered through the crack.

Elsa was astounded. It looked like a child's room, with a single bed, green wallpaper, and some windows – but what was far more shocking was the fact that the room was filled with walking, talking toys.

Some looked fairly human, although they were wearing strange outfits and were oddly proportioned; then there were more curious ones, such as what looked to be toy dogs, toy dinosaurs, toy hedgehogs, toy pigs; it was a veritable wonderland.

What sort of place is this?

Elsa hadn't realized how much pressure she was placing on the door, and it slid open. She fell forward and landed on her face. The room fell silent. Slowly she lifted her head and saw that the entire room of toys was staring at her. After a brief silence, the big green dinosaur spoke first.

"A new toy!"

Toy?

Cheers erupted around the room, confusing Elsa further. Before they could rush her, however, one toy, a human-esque toy with a yellow suit and broad brown hat, quickly got in front of them and calmed them down. He then approached Elsa, slowly extending a hand as Elsa started to withdraw.

"Well howdy there! My name's Sheriff Woody, and welcome to Bonnie's room!"