It was an early morning, the aurora of green lights had barely begun to dominate the new day. Little Kristanna, had already started her day off early, traveling on her miniature sled, her best friend, Svena the reindeer, pulling her through.
Kristanna hummed and tapped her hands on her legs as she hummed the song she heard the ice men song earlier: Cut through the heart, cold and clear. Having been abandoned at a young age, Kristanna decided to focus on something that would make her feel like she was apart of something. That something, was ice. Often, she'd sneak onto the work site of the working men, and watch them do what they do. And it was truly fascinating to her, the way they'd cut through the ice, like butter, piles upon piles of cubes ice stacked upon each other. Kristanna sometimes even went straight onto he work site and began working with the men, though, she was never quite as good as they were at the job. For they were professionals, but she figured she'd eventually get the hang of it!
Sometimes, the men would even notice her and help her cut the ice! However, none of them bothered to figure who's little lonely girl that was. But Kristanna tried not to think about herself like that, a little lonely girl. No, because even that, would be a little too much for her. Instead, she focused herself on the passion she had for the beauty that ice was. Beautiful, cold, dangerous, and powerful. Yes, that would be what she'd do.
The one ice cube she managed to cut earlier, was slowly dripping to it's death on the back of the sled. Kristanna didn't really know what to do with it, for she had lost track of the ice workers. Now she just wondered aimlessly through the forest, a lantern guiding light to the still barely lit morning.
"Where to Svena?!" However the reindeer did not respond. Instead she perked her ears up as though she sensed something around them.
"Svena?!"
Svena suddenly dashed off the road, jolting Kristanna and making her lose balance, falling out of the side of the sled on her butt.
"Hey! What was that for?!" Kristanna dusted the dusty dirt off her side, a little frustrated and followed Svena into the trees, off the trail.
"You can't just do that without giving me warning!"
In that second, in the far off distance, Kristanna's ears picked up the sounds of horses racing, coming their exact way. Who would be riding out this early? Kristanna ducked into the tall grass as Svena lowered with her. Two people on horses zoomed quickly by, a trail of ice was following one of them!
"Ice?!"
Curiosity beckoned her little mind. Where would the ice be coming from? And how?! Kristanna wanted to know. She needed these answers. It was ice! After all, ice was her life!
"Come on! Faster Svena!" Kristanna kicked Svena's sides as they raced through the forest, the trail of ice being their guide. It had led them all the way into the very heart of the Valley of the Living Rock, arriving not to long after the Royal Family themselves. They hid behind the wall of rocks. Svena tried climbing over but Kristanna pulled her back.
"No Svena! Shh!" Kristanna held a finger up to lip and they both peeked to watch the huddled family.
"Please, it's my son!" What?! "Why is he talking to rocks?!" Kristanna giggled to herself, throwing her hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles. She wondered what it was that made him think rocks could help him!
However, in that exact moment, all the mossy rocks began rolling inward towards the family, and opened out to be little trolls!
"Trolls?!" Oh, so that's what that was! Kristanna used to read story books about trolls. But she never had seen one before! And here before her eyes, hundreds of them stood!
"It's the King and Queen! Their Majesties!" The trolls gasped between one another.
"The King?! And Queen?! Oh my gosh!" Kristanna threw her hands to her cheeks in great surprise. The Great King and Queen of Arendelle... their faces painted in fear, fear of something that they could not fix themselves.
"Shush!" A troll popped up between Kristanna and Svena and grabbed their faces with her stubby little hands.
"I'm trying to listen!" Svena sniffed the troll's face, and licked her cheek. She laughed, squishing their cheeks and jolted them even closer.
"Cuties! I'm gonna keep you!" Kristanna giggled at the troll's quick acceptance, not really knowing what she meant by 'keep', but she figured she'd find out with whatever happened after this.
An elder troll rolled up to the family, the wisest of them all from years of experience, who went by Grand Pabbie.
"Please! It's my son! He's been struck!"
Pabbie was not shocked to see their Majesties. For he had always knew of the young boy's ice powers, even though he had never met him. His dreams had told him so long ago of a future Ice King.
"Born with the powers? Or cursed? " Pabbie grabbed the Prince's hand, feeling the immense cold that dominated his entire body.
"Born! And they're getting stronger!" Here, here, bring him to me." Pabbie waved his hands up towards Andrew. The Queen lowered her baby son in her arms.
The troll touched his head, "Awe, you're lucky it wasn't the heart. For the heart is not so easily changed. But the head can be persuaded.
Do what you must." The King said with urgency, a comforting hand on Ian's shoulder.
"I think it's best we remove all magic. Even memories of magic."
Pabbie pulled out all Andrew's memories of his brother's magic, and changed them to regular scenarios. Snowball fights in the ballroom, became snowball fights in the forest. Ice skating through the halls, became ice skating on a frozen lake. Building Oliver within the confinements of their own bedroom, changed to building the Captain right outside the castle walls where the snow stuck to the ground.
"But don't worry, I leave the fun."
Ian flushed with sadness. Those memories, were ones that defined an early childhood relationship with his brother. And now, they would be different for Andrew, they'd be false memories of the truth. Half truth.
"Awe, he'll be okay." Pabbie transferred the memories back to Andrew. An innocent smile curled his lips as he dreamed of sailing the seven seas with Captain Oliver.
"You mean, he won't remember I have powers?" Ian asked.
"It's for the best." His father answered him with a soothing tone, relieved that his youngest was safe.
Ian looked upon his hands. For the first time, he didn't see magic. He saw fear.
"Ian. Listen to me. You have a gift." Above him, Pabbie created a vision of an older man exemplifying his powers other people. The people gasped in awe and amazement, taken by the wondrous magic.
"There is great beauty in it. But you must learn to control it! For if not, it can be great danger! Your fear will be your own enemy!" The visionary man was shot down by the red demons that resembled fear, a loud shriek falling with him. That was his future! He'd be taken down! Ian cried, turning into his father's chest, where he wrapped protective arms around his son.
"No! We won't let that happen! He'll learn to control it! Until then, we'll close the castle gates, reduce the staff, limit his contact with people, and keep his powers hidden from everyone."
Everyone...?
"Even Andrew."
Eh? Well, my attempt continues. Hope ya'll are enjoying it so far. Please review so I know if I should even keep going because I'd really love to!
Named Kristanna after Kristoff and Anna's couple name, but I didn't even realize that until recently! Oh well haha but I'm out now!
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