Hello! So, I didn't think I would actually continue this, but another idea struck me. To all who faved or followed, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy. Elsa is around 5 or 6 years old in this chapter.


Elsa sat alone in her room. She didn't understand what was going on. She had thrown a minor tantrum when Gerda refused to let her lick the spoon used for frosting earlier, and when she stomped her foot, a small patch of ice had formed on the floor. One of the other maids had slipped and fallen, and the servants were beginning to ask questions. She heard her father close the door, and she wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear.

"Elsa, what happened?" he asked, sitting down across from her.

"I didn't mean to, Papa, it was an accident..."

"You know that you shouldn't use your powers...someone might get hurt..."

"I know..."

"We'll try to do better next time, though, won't we?"

"Yes Papa..."

"That's my good girl. Now let's go apologize to Gerda, and have a piece of that cake. What do you think?"

"Okay." Elsa gave her father a shy smile. She had thought she might get yelled at. The king pulled her into a hug, and kissed the top of her head before setting her atop his shoulders. She giggled as she ducked when they went out the door.

"Look at you...as tall as a giant..." The queen said, running into them out in the hall. Elsa grinned when she saw her mother and Anna.

"I can be a frost giant! Like in the stories!" The queen exchanged a look with her husband. She had suspected that there was more to Elsa's real mother than they first thought. She had tried discouraging the king from telling Elsa anything that might lead her to discover that she was not theirs.

"Mama, why doesn't Anna have powers?"

"I don't know, Darling. You have your talent, and she will have hers when she is old enough..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but we'll find out."


Later that night, Elsa lay in bed, unable to sleep. She went over to the window, and watched the auroras for a while before glancing down at the courtyard below. She gasped when she saw a tall shadowy figure slipping past the guards and into the palace. She had to do something. She went over to her toy chest, and pulled out a small wooden sword. No...that wouldn't do any good...She could just freeze the intruder, couldn't she? Yeah...that's what she would do. She quickly put on her slippers and ventured out into the dark hallway.

There was a loud clanking, causing Elsa to pause, trembling. The sound echoed through the halls again.

"Who...who goes there?" she asked, a ball of icy light gathering around her hands. The same shadowy figure stepped out of one of the halls his hands up defensively. Elsa gasped. What on earth was a strange man doing in the palace, uninvited? She glared.

"Who are you?" she asked, ready to unleash her ice on him. She stomped her foot, causing ice to cover the floor. The stranger noticed the ice, and got a strange look in his eye. He stomped his foot as well, and an even thicker layer appeared. He smiled a little.

"A friend, little one." he said quietly. "Think of me as a sort of guardian angel." Elsa raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think angels wear black leather and armor..."

"I'm not necessarily angelic, but I do want to keep you safe..." There was a light in his green eyes that was telling the truth. "I am Loki." Elsa smiled at the name.

"Like from the stories?" she asked, suddenly excited.

"Yes." He grinned. "The one and the same." Elsa squealed, clapping. She stopped short, hoping that she hadn't woken Anna, or worse, her parents.

"So is Thor really the one who sends the thunder?"

"Sometimes..."

"Does Odin really have two ravens?"

"Yes, and they are quite fun to try to talk to. They never tell me anything of import, though..."

"Is Sleipnir real?" There was an uncomfortable pause.

"Yes." Elsa jumped up and down, absolutely giddy.

"I knew it! I knew it! Can I send some carrots back for him?"

"If you want to, I will not stop you. They're like candy to him."

"Then I will." Loki glanced around.

"I heard that you have a gift, Elsa. And I saw a small example of it earlier. Would you like me to teach you more? I could show you how to control it." Elsa nodded solemnly.

"I don't want to hurt someone..."

"Then let's get started." He held out his hand.

"We'll be back before they wake up, right?"

"Of course." Loki said. He couldn't believe that this was the child he'd left behind. She was everything he had hoped she would be. He wanted to tell her everything then and there, but she was too young yet. She wouldn't understand.

Oh well. He could always come back again. There was plenty to teach her about her powers.


Elsa woke up the next morning safely tucked into her bed. Almost everything was a blur from the night before, but she remembered that Loki had been teaching her. She sat up, stretching, and noticed a small note on he bedside table. She read it, and grinned. She quickly got dressed and went downstairs to the dining hall. The king looked up when he saw her, and he didn't look pleased.

"Good morning Elsa." The girl paused in the doorway.

"Good morning Papa." she said, suddenly nervous. "Is something wrong?"

"Elsa, what were you doing last night?"

"Practicing..." There really was no point in lying.

"Elsa, the parlor was practically filled with ice furniture..."

"I was having fun."

"With whom? That can't all have been you..." Elsa looked scared. She didn't dare say anything about Loki. Her parents might think she'd gone crazy, then.

"It was me. I promise I won't do it again...I'm sorry Papa."