Winter 1820: Prologue
It was a night of heavy snowfall in Arendelle and her majesty, the Queen, was having trouble during her labor. "My lord, the queen cannot give birth to the child. Action must be taken." The king did no reply but instead looked to the blizzard outside. "Jokul Frosti, watch over my wife and child..." He muttered.
In the skies above Arendelle, a figure coated in brown heard his name echoing in the wind. His ears picked up the sound and swiftly followed its direction. Past the frosted windows of the Castle, Jack Frost could hear the screams of a woman in labor and the sound of a man's hopeful vigil. "Jokul Frosti, watch over my wife and child." Said the man. Jack looked to the moon and the blizzard tamed to a soft snowfall. The light of the moon entered the Queen's dimly lit chamber and a baby girl with platinum hair was born. Her cries were triumphant and her face was cherubic. The king rushed to see his wife and Jack watched over thru the windows. As they rejoiced at the birth of Princess Elsa, the tired queen cast her eyes to the soft falling snow. She smiled at the figure of a boy she saw and muttered "Thank you." Jack didn't know what to do. It was the first time someone has spoken directly to him. In the Scandinavian regions, he was known as Jokul Frosti, a name the Vikings gave him for being the spirit of snow. They would sometimes call on to him to give them safe passage over the winter storms and he would, but of course, not without a hint of mischief (like a sailor falling to sea for slipping on ice). Jack flew away silently into the night. He contemplated on what happened. "Why?" He asked the moon. The moon remained silent. Jack shook his head and continued towards his destination: the North Mountain.
The next day, Jack decided not to plague Arendelle with snow. It was the christening of the princess. Curious, he went to the ceremony. A refreshing fall of snow glittered Arendelle as he approached the cathedral. He floated high above the pews of people and royalty as the royal baby was being carried in the aisle. Jack saw her big blue eyes and waved at her. To his surprise, she laughed and her little hands and tiny feet wiggled with joy. Jack liked the sound of her laugh. So he waved again. The sounds of her laughter made Jack's heart soar with joy. However, another surprise came as her laughter became louder. A soft and faint flurry of snow was forming between her hands. Jack looked at his staff and wondered "Was I the one who did that?" He looked at her again and saw her father shushing her quiet. Jack immediately left and that was the last time he ever stole a peak at the princess. After the christening of Elsa, the king rushed to his library, wondering about the event he had seen in the cathedral. His daughter formed a flurry of snow faint enough that only he can see. He scanned every book he had and looked at every scroll he could find until he came across his grandfather's journal. It contained a map the showed the location of the legendary Valley of the Living Rock, a place where magical creatures of wisdom and magic dwell. He, along with a small convoy of men traveled to the valley to look for answers.
When they arrived, they saw cluttered rounds rocks of various sizes and shapes. "Is this the valley?" He asked himself, looking at the map. His men shrugged their shoulders. "Hello? Anybody here?" The king shouted. Nothing moved in the valley except for a huge rock, rolling towards him. "My king." The rock took form of a creature like humanoid with a kind and gently face. It bowed down to him and the king was too stunned to move. "How can I serve you?" It asked. "My kind sir, i-its my daughter, y-you see. Sh-she... I saw her create snow from her hands." The creature nodded its head wisely. "The Blessing of the Moon." The king looked at him in bewilderment. "My lord, your daughter has been given a gift at her birth by the Moon." The king listened quietly as the creature continued to speak. "The little princess is destined for great things. But she must not know of this destiny until due time. I implore you, your highness to please pretend this visit never happened. All will be revealed to her in time." The king nodded and the creature reverted to its rock form. Still adjusting to the shock, the king rode home with news for his wife.
Years past and the king and queen produced another princess; a beautiful girl named Anna. The little princess Elsa was 3 that time. It was the summer of 1823 when Anna was born and Elsa was ecstatic about her new sister. "Sissy?" She asked her daddy. Her father laughed and nodded. Elsa ran happily to her room and created a frosted snowflake figure on her wall. She wasnt scared of her powers. She's been experiencing them since she can remember and it never bothered anybody. All Elsa knew was that she was happy. That night, Elsa slept late because of the christening ball but she wasn't tired. In her room, Elsa pranced around in her night gown, pretending to dance with someone. She fell asleep eventually in the couch near her open window. As the moon's light showered over her, Elsa dreamed. She was all grown up in that dream. She was wearing a light blue dress that looked perfect on her. She was dancing with a handsome lad with silvery hair and a goofy smile. "You're so beautiful, Snowdrop." the lad told her as he caressed her cheek while they were dancing. They danced and danced and danced. Elsa could feel the emotion of happiness and safety in the arms of the lad. She was happy. That morning, Elsa woke up happier than ever.
She wouldnt stop talking about the man in her dreams. She keeps talking an angel of snow sweeping her off her feet like prince charming. Her mother just smiled at her antics. She knew that her daughter was blessed in a way. So that night, the queen went to Elsa's chambers and told her the tale of Jokul Frosti, the spirit of Winter. It was quite inappropriate since it was the middle of summer. "Elsa, when you came to mommy and daddy, Jokul Frosti was there. He watched over you and continues to watch over you." Elsa liked stories about Jokul Frosti. "He's your Guardian" the queen said to her and that always made Elsa really happy. It made her feel safe and sound.
That night, Elsa sat at her window couch playing with her snow powers when a strong gust of cold wind rattled her windows. Elsa smiled. Winter was about to arrive for summer was soon to come to an end.