Hero (The Snow Queen Part I) - Eight-year-old Elsa admires Frozone on television. Takes place before and after the superhero purge.

Warning: Hints of racism if you squint

"Elsa. Anna. Come sit next to me."

The two girls turned their eyes from the screen and ran towards their mother. Arms outstretched, Anna gleefully latched on to her mother's side, eyes returning to the television. Elsa slowed to a walk and delicately seated herself, hands folded and back straight. She felt her mother's hand gently snake around her and the three of them were brought closer together, gigging at the numerous interviews flashing across the modest screen.

"... Many thanks to our city's finest. Mezmerella's court date is due this month. Now let's turn our attention to Mr. Incredible and Frozone. Was it difficult to take down Mezmerella?"

Christian grunts behind the newspaper, his shoulders heavy from work. "Freya, turn that off."

"Christian," she chides. "The girls have finished their supper and their homework."

Anna peeked at her father from her mother's arm. "Pleeeese daddy?" Elsa turned her head towards her father, watching the way his shoulders seem to square and flex.

"There are no good news."

"Christian, please."

"Freya, people like them teaches children to disrespect the law."

"Not all supers are bad." Elsa spoke, interrupting her parents. She fidgeted with her hands nervously, slowly separating herself from her mother. "There are some nice superheros."

As if it strengthen her argument, Frozone appeared on the screen; his wide smile and cheerful demeanor has little effect on their father. "No T.V in my house." their father continued sharply. "You will pick a book and read until it's time for bed."

Anna shot up. "Papa, that's not fair!"

Their father says nothing, instead opting to bunch up the newspaper in his hands and walk out of the room and out of earshot of the television. Elsa and Anna both stared at the doorframe - shocked at their their father's behavior. Their mother stood up from the couch and turned off the television with a resounding click.

"Elsa, who do you want to meet most in the world?"

She clutched her paper nervously, her hands bunching up the loose-leaf paper into a roll. Her mother gently pulls the roll and unfurls the paper before her daughter. Clearing her voice, Elsa began to read her assignment out loud. "I want to meet F-Frozone because h-he and me are the ss-s-same."

Anna clapped her hands. "That was good Elsa!"

"Can you read that for me one more time, sweetheart?" Her mother was trying to coax another read. Another practice. Elsa grit her teeth, her growing loathing for the oral report was on the brink of frustration.

"I-I-I-I-I w-w-" It was worse, this time. Elsa took a deep breath, counted to ten but her voice cracked and it signaled the end of the practice session.

"I don't know why that keeps happening." Elsa curled up the roll in her hands, frost beginning to freeze the paper.

"It's okay, Elsa. I do that too." Anna stood from her seat, stretching as far as her arms would reach. Elsa hardly feel her mother taking her hands and trying to brush off the snow that filled the roll.

"Elsa, sweetie- you'll need to rewrite this." The snow had begun to melt in the summer air, meshing her pencil strokes with ugly wet blotches.

There was to be a second Supers conference in Metroville where supers and agencies alike began a scope and sweep of the new generation of supers. Born of winter air and snow, Elsa's powers grew as she aged and her mother was looking for a mentor- someone to teach her restraint.

"You're gonna be a superhero one day, Elsie!"

Anna's infectious cheer pulled the corners of Elsa's lips into a smile. She looks down at her hands, fingers gently unfurling so her palms were facing up. Her father was at work, so it was safe for her to bring up his name under their household. "Do you think Mr. Frozone can help me control my powers?"

Her mother's hands pause over the still wet paper. "I don't see why not. He must help those in need."

Elsa didn't catch the implication behind her mother's words. Her powers had been a problem for a time; the melted ice required renovations to replace rotting wood and moldy furniture. She knew it was going to get stronger as she grew older. Elsa felt a tug on her sleeve and turned towards her sister.

Anna smiled a toothy grin. "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

The next day, the government began the superhero purge. On her birthday, her mother gave her gloves. There were heavy lines under her mother's eyes - neither Anna nor Elsa remembers them being there before.

If the first five years of Anna's life were the happiest, then Freya could firmly say that the following days has been the most miserable she has ever seen her daughter. It started with the Purge; supers were no longer needed and they quietly resumed their secret identities. Elsa never got a chance to meet the hero she admired since she learned of his name.

And then the accident happened.

"Don't worry, Anna. I got you."

"Elsa! What have you done?"

"I'm sorry, Papa. It was an accident."

Anna felt very cold and very small. In her mother's arms, Anna looks like an infant, curled into fetal position and shivering under her mother's touch. She looked even smaller on a hospital bed, hooked up to wires and tubes.

Elsa is crying. Knees drawn to her chest and crossed arms, she repeats apologies like a mantra. Several nurses first approached her eldest daughter with lollipops, trying to cheer the crying child but at their sudden presence, ice covers the floor and the sharp icicles sends all hospital personnel cowering behind their desks.

Christian's face is grim as he speaks with doctors, hospital staff and government officials alike. They bombard him with questions: Why was a super here? What did the super do? Was she born this way or was she cursed? Did she display any signs of a super prior to the Purge, if so why didn't you file a claim with the government? They could have granted her an exception. Now they'll take her away for sure.

Men in suits each take Elsa's arm and she's led out of the room and into the hallway, kicking and screaming for Anna. They tell her that they're bringing her to Frozone, so that she can learn to control her gift.

Elsa looks to her mother for confirmation, her breathing slowly calming from the earlier hysteria.

Freya takes in her daughter's tear streaked face and disheveled hair and nods. Christian tells her to go with the men in suits and tells her to be a good girl and listen to what they had to say.

The news seems to calm the poor girl and she stops fighting the agents. They lead her out the hospital, not before flashing a government official badge at the security guard.

Elsa turns back to her, eyes wide with terror, begging to go home. Begging to stay with Anna, before she is pulled into an unmarked police cruiser.

Freya receives a call the next morning informing her that her daughter will not return.

This drabble is a start of a mini series inside this collection. Inspired by the concept of Antagonistic!Elsa.

I scrapped the idea of having Elsa become a vigilante or another superhero since there's a very well written version of it being updated regularly and it was difficult for me to draft it without it looking too similar. I like the concept of Dark Elsa since, I can bring back her parents and Anna into this crossover.