Rosalynn:
Allie?
(Knocking: Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock)
Do you wanna write a fanfic?
Come on lets write all day!
I can't take the fanning anymore
Come out the door
I'll burst with it anyway
We can make up some new people,
Some new romance too,
We don't even have to try!
Do you wanna write a fanfic?
It doesn't have to be a good one.
Allie:
Go away, Rosalynn.
Rosalynn:
Okay, bye...
Allie:
(Knocking)
Do you wanna write a fanfic?
Or sing our parodies instead?
I think some company is overdue
I've started talking to
the OC's in my head
(Hang in there, Ashley!)
It gets kinda pathetic
All this pinteresting
Just enough Jelsa to get me by-
(Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)
(Orchestral)
Rosalynn:
(Knocking)
Allie?
Please, I know you're busy,
But my creativity's running thin
They say "write faster," and I'm trying to
But I need help from you, just let me in
We only have each other
It's just you and me
What on earth should I do?
Do you wanna write a fanfic?
Allie:
Yes I do
Anna is a three years old, Elsa is six and Jack is five (and a half). This takes place two years before the beginning of Frozen when Elsa accidentally hits Anna with her ice powers.
One day in the kingdom of Arendelle, an unknown ship arrived in the docks on the fjord. A young Elsa watched from behind her mother's skirt as a king, queen, and a little boy her age stepped onto the dock. The little boy waved furtively at her, smiling shyly beneath his shaggy brown hair. Elsa waved back. The parents smiled slightly at the young children's interaction, letting them run off and play in the grand ball room while they talked.
Elsa whispered to the boy, "Hey, you wanna build a snowman?" Confused, the boy looked around.
"Where are we gunna get the snow?"
Elsa grinned mischievously. "Watch this." Throwing her hands into the air, Elsa created a snowflake that disseminated into thousands of tiny particles, drifting slowly to the ground. In a swirling, magical gust of white, Elsa created a snowman. Using her powers to push the snowman closer to the boy Elsa said in a lower voice, "Hi, I'm Olaf."
The little boy immediately hugged the snowman and shouted "Hi, I'm Jackson! And I like warm hugs!"
Elsa, voice full of defiance, corrected him. "Silly Jackson, snowmans can't like warm hugs! They're made of snow!"
Jackson put his hands on his hips. "Who says?"
"Okay, whatever," Elsa responded. Going back to the game, she said, "I love you Jackson."
"I love Jackson too!" cried a small girl as she ran through the ballroom straight over to Elsa.
"Anna! This is big kid stuff!" Elsa cried, shoving the girl away.
"Aw why can't she stay?" asked Jackson.
"Fine! You can stay, Anna. But you have to play by our rules." The three children played for hours within Elsa's magic snow. Later, Elsa's parents called all the children outside to say goodbye.
"Come on Jack, it's time to go home." Jackson's mother called. He ran up to his parents excitedly.
"Mommy, Daddy! We played in the snow in the ballroom!" Elsa's parents visibly stiffened.
"Oh children and their imaginations," sighed Jack's mother. As the ship sailed away, Elsa and Anna waved goodbye.
"Momma, who were those people?" asked Elsa.
"That was the King and Queen of the Southern Isles and the prince."
"Oh. Will he come back to play again?"
"I'm sure he will."