I do not own Frozen. Some OC's

Note: I would also like to note that there may be some disturbing parts within this FF. These will be highlighted by this sign (XX) so as to warn readers in advance. If you have any concerns, however, feel free to PM me.

"Oh, the horrific fire and storm that perpetually rages,

Spreading across Europe as the strong winds blow,

Cursing and breaking all humans of all ages,

And yet we continue to long for the day when it will all go.

Have faith, have faith. Conceal and don't feel,

Never let your anger of fellow man drag you low,

Even when your oppressor crushes and grinds you under his heel,

Always hold high your happiness and never let it go."

Those had been the words written by Madame Emma; a poet, a dreamer, a lovely woman who was medium height with similar length brown hair that was tied up in a braid, a small button nose, soft smooth skin that seemed to shine in the sunlight and blue eyes that reflected the deepest sea colour. Her personality was one of a very down-to-earth person; kind, generous, helpful, caring and very friendly.

Oh, and she was also a wife to mayor Caspian of Arendelle, a large town tucked away in the hilly areas of central Norway near the port of Trondheim where the landscape was lush, green and serene and all things benign roamed and lived. The mayor himself was a few inches taller than his wife, Emma, with short blonde hair, a medium sized nose, sideburns and brown eyes and was broad shouldered and built like that of an athlete. Like his wife, he too was a down-to-earth character and respected his people and community and they, in turn, loved him for it; hence how he had met his wife in the first place several years ago.

After a walk along the lakeside, and a funny episode where Emma had playfully shoved Caspian into the waters, he too having then picked her up and jumped back in with her in his arms and drenching the clothes they were wearing, they had eventually revealed their feelings for each other and he had proposed to her then and there, to which she had accepted and dived onto him and kissed him deeply, though both were drenched once again by falling back under the water's surface. A cute and humorous tale of how romance could bloom between anyone. Weeks later, both were married and shortly afterwards Emma was told she was pregnant; a piece of news that had overjoyed both as well as Arendelle's people.

It seemed that they had finally found their peace and tranquillity in this part of the world; their own little slice of their heaven, and they loved it.

So now, dear readers, you will probably ask; well why have you written the poem at the beginning of this story? What relevance does it have? Well as we all know, good times are never everlasting and can come to sudden, and sometimes horrific ends; whether slowly over time or instantaneously like the snapping of your fingers. And for Emma and Caspian, as well as much of Europe, this good time was about to end.

You see, the happy events described above had taken place in the year 1914; a time when the European major powers, although seemingly at peace on the international front with the running of their empires across the globe, were beginning to get riled up with one another at home. One area of particular boiling tension that rose every month was the Balkans, the area of Europe which had been the lands after the gateway to the east (this being Istanbul), the area of the continent where countless nationalities, ethnicities, religions and peoples lived, some peacefully, others quite the opposite.

This part of Europe had been fought over many times in the past thousand years but in the last forty to fifty, the Balkan peoples had had enough and, in 1878, conflict had exploded that had secured the independence of Serbia, Rumania (now present day Romania) and Bulgaria from the Ottoman Empire that had ruled them for many centuries. Following up over the succeeding decades by the expansion by each of these countries and the liberation and creation of the Albanian, Bosnian & Herzegovinian and Montenegrin states as well as the retaking of Macedonia by Greece, it seemed too that there was a peaceful era now present in this part of Europe but it too was only temporary for it drew the eyes of not only the Ottomans but also the Russians, the so-called 'Mother Slav' nation to the Balkan states, and, much to the anger of the Balkan peoples, the Austro-Hungarian dynasty in Central Europe.

From all of this spewed rivalry between the two latter superpowers of Europe and, combining with the rivalries and fears of Britain and France over a rising united and quickly industrialising Germany, there was soon a call for a defensive alliance. Within the last thirty years of the 19th century the Triple Entente between Britain, France and Russia was formed; soon to be countered by the Triple Alliance between Germany and Austro-Hungary; which Italy joined some time later. All countries involved in one 'camp', as they were called, promised assistance to the others if they were to be attacked by any nations within the other camp. Tensions rose and fell but soon people forgot about this threat of war and got on with their lives, believing that the war scare was but a distant memory. Oh it's only in the Balkans or Eastern Europe in Bosnia, wherever the hell that is, was the general feeling. Let them sort it out themselves, we don't need to worry!

All that changed on June 28th, 1914.

Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophia, whilst visiting Sarajevo in the recently annexed Bosnia & Herzegovina, were assassinated by a Serbian gunman working for the Black Hand, a terrorist group aided by Serbian generals. Furious, the Austro-Hungarians had wanted revenge and from here the countdown to war had begun. Over the next month, as news spread to the largely uninterested and complacent populations of Europe, the once buried, or at least put aside tensions between the European powers resurfaced. Anger flared, hatred rose and grew and soon talk of war was all people wanted to know about. When will it begin? Will we be involved? Certainly hope so! Where will it be fought if it does break out? Maybe here, I suppose?

On July 28th, one month on, Austro-Hungary had declared war on Serbia. What were to follow over the next week were the declarations of war of one power on another; Russia on Austro-Hungary; Germany on Russia, to which Russia responded likewise; France on Germany, to which Germany responded likewise; and, when Germany invaded Belgium in order to quickly overrun France, Britain on Germany. Millions of eager men and women were drafted into the services to carry out their expected duties; the air being jovial and exciting to them all. War was the perfect adventure, the best thing, and it would be quick; over before Christmas, the well-played and highly popularised view of the coming events.

Oh how wrong they were to be.

News of the events on the mainland of the Continent had shocked Caspian and Emma, both of whom feared that war would soon reach their own country and engulf them in this terrible conflict that was surely to arise. This was what had prompted Emma, whilst about four months pregnant, to write her poem, though she had never gotten round to giving it a name as the fear of the continental situation combined with the stress of her pregnancy had made her do so.

It was in December of 1914 that she had finally gone into labour on a cold, winter night when there had been heavy snow fall outside and the lake had frozen over. After a stressful, painful and emotional nine hours, Emma had given birth to a baby girl whom they named Elsa. For a brief few days, the now mother and father forgot the tentative and anxious times that had and were likely to occur, love drunk on their new daughter whom they would cherish, love, hold dear and hope to keep safe from all this horrible war. It was to be the 'Perfect Christmas present' to quote Caspian as he spoke to one of the citizens a few days later.

For millions, however, it was not to be for the war that so many had believed would be over by now was still raging on, and it showed no sign of stopping. Although the German invasion of France, along with the Austro-Hungarian invasion of Serbia and the Russian invasion of Germany, had failed, the fighting had now become trench warfare on one side and mobile/trench on the other. Christmas passed and for the next four years the war raged on, spreading across the globe as sea battles, fighting in Africa and the Pacific over colonies and territories, the changing of Italy from the T.A to the T.E and the introductions of Bulgaria, Romania, Greece, the Ottomans and the USA as well as many empire and other non-European powers into the war.

A war that would never end seemed to occupy the minds of everyone, wondering when the endless lines of dead and dying would stop and enable mankind to rebuild. For many, such thoughts were a far off dream and a happy time they wanted back.

Though, thankfully, their prayers and wishes were answered when in 1918, with the failure of the German offensive in the summer of that year, along with the defeat of all its allies, the inadequacy of the benefits caused by the Russian Revolution of 1917 and the overwhelming might the American armies now pouring into Europe, the Imperial power asked for an armistice. After months of debating and discussing, it was finally agreed, though it had cost Kaiser Wilhelm II his position and title as Germany became a Republic.

Finally, on November 11th, 1918, the so-called 'War to end all wars' had ceased to fire shots. Both sides stopped the firing of their guns and now prepared themselves to rebuild their shattered lives and homes after a horrific conflict that had cost somewhere in the region of 10-16 million lives and left many more wounded and open to death by the Spanish Influenza that followed shortly after.

Still, at least there had been, even if it was small, a return of peace and tranquillity to many across Europe. Though whether it would last or not was the real question at this moment in time.

And what of Caspian and Emma you ask. Well that is where we endeavour to go to now fellow readers.