Arendelle

When the horses left, the trolls gathered around their leader- Pabbie- and Jagged.

"Bulda." Pabbie called to his daughter, seeing she was trying to hide something, "what do you have there?"

Bulda looked down and sighed, moving away from Kristoff and Sven. "I can tell by the looks in their eyes that they don't have anyone."

Kristoff nodded, although it was a sad thing to admit, "no, we don't. We're orphans. My mother died in childbirth and my father died when he was out harvesting ice. Sven's herd must have left him behind, but because of what I don't know." He reached for Sven, who nudged himself against Kristoff. "If we could stay, we'll be good. We won't break anything, or touch anything we aren't supposed to. And we'll learn." He sighed, "but, if not.. Then, we'll go." He turned around and took a few steps towards the direction out of the clearing, Sven following.

"Wait." Pabbie called, walking towards them. The boy and reindeer turned around to see the old troll standing before them, "the forest is no place for a child to be wandering alone." Pabbie put a finger to his chin, removing it to ask, "you will learn our ways?"

Kristoff nodded, putting an arm around Sven, "as long as we get to stay together. I don't go anywhere without him, he doesn't go anywhere without me."

Pabbie nodded, before turning to his daughter "Bulda, he's your responsibility." As he walked away, three miniature trolls rushed towards him.

"Wow! A new brother!" A girl troll said, smiling at the other two.

"He's tall!" Another girl said.

The third one, a boy, jumped up at Kristoff, "pick me up!"

Kristoff struggled with the weight of the troll that was no taller than the distance between his foot and his knee.

"That's enough." A male troll said, walking towards them. He took the small troll from Kristoff, placing it on the ground, before turning back to him. "I'm sorry about them. They get, excited very easily." Kristoff nodded. "What's your name? I'm Cliff. My wife," he pulled her to him, "Bulda has adopted you as ours, you've met your new Grand Pabbie," he pointed to the troll leader, "and you've had a crash course in meeting Blight, Burna and Smash." He pointed to each small troll in order of their names.

"I'm Kristoff," he said, a smile on his face. Sven nudged himself under Kristoff's arm, "and this is Sven."

"Welcome to the family, Kristoff and Sven." Cliff said, hugging them both.

The Southern Isles

Hans woke up, late the next morning. Well, later than he usually woke up, which was when the sun was just moving along the mountains to the east of the castle. He got dressed, his mind going back to the unease he felt last night that had awoken him. He picked up the book on elements as well as the book he was looking through last night, Soul Connections, and walked to the dining hall. He ate his breakfast, toast and eggs with orange juice, in silence.

"Hey, Misfit." Called brother number Five. They may all be brothers, but Hans saw no reason to remember their names. There were too many, and numbers were easier than names to remember.

Hans ignored him, finishing his orange juice, picking up his books, and excusing himself from the table. He didn't pay attention to number Five's calling him. He had made it to the hall, when- BAM!- something hit him in the back of the head. He fell, quickly sitting up and seeing number Five standing over him with a sneer.

He then was picked up, by said brother, via his shirt collar. "Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you, Misfit." Hans bit back every verbal and facial insult he could in favor of a blank stare. Number Five threw him to the floor, where he landed on his butt, before saying, "Father was looking for you. He's in his study, he said to go meet him when you're done with breakfast."

Hans almost snarled when Five stomped on his books, spitting on them, before he walked away. Hans got up off of the floor and picked up the books, carefully. He wiped spit off of them, thankful that there were no shoe prints on the books. He then walked to his father's study, wondering what the problem could be. Did a country cancel trade with them? Did they find Six and Seven?

He pushed the door open with one hand, not willing to let go of his precious books. He saw his father sitting at his desk, reading a scroll. He slowly closed the door, alerting his father to his entry into the room.

"Ah, Hans." His father said, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk.

The boy walked to the chairs, clutching his books tight. He sat on one, placing his books on his lap, looking up at his father. "Yes, father? What is it?"

"I have received a scroll from my dear friend, the King of Arendelle. He has a daughter about your age, with abilities like yours, and has requested that the two of you begin writing letters to each other."

Hans looked delighted, but then he looked confused, "like me? I'm not alone?"

His father shook his head, "no, my dear boy. You are not." Hans swore he saw a smile of happiness and relief on his father's face.

He was now very eager to begin a correspondence. "How old is she? What does she look like? What are her abilities?"

"I do not know what her age is, or she looks like, nor what her abilities are." His father answered, truthfully.

Hans looked downcast, "do you atleast know her name?"

"That, I do know." Han's downcast face brightened. "Her name is Elsa."

Hans looked down at his books, smiling, "Elsa." He liked the name. It was pretty. He suddenly remembered what he needed to speak to his father about. "Father, may we take the toys that are in better condition that I have to the orphanage? I like to read books more than play with toys, and I think I have some books I would like to give to them as well."

The grin on his father's face made Hans smile. "Of course, Hans. Sort out the toys in better condition from the ones that are of no use for playing. We shall deliver them to the orphanage this afternoon, you and I."

Hans was so happy that he was spending time with his father that he almost forgot his books when he dashed from the room. He quickly ran back and grabbed them, smiling in embarrassment, before dashing off to his room.

When his son left the study, Magnus sat back down at his desk, his elbows on it and his hands were put together, a smile still on his face "a great man is what you will be, Hans."

Arendelle

Elsa felt happiness flooding through her that morning. She got up early, well earlier than Kai's wake up call, and dressed quickly. She scribbled a note for Anna, telling her that she was just so excited for the day that she couldn't stay in bed, and dashed from the room. She met her father and mother in the hallway. She actually crashed into her father's legs.

She looked up at him with a large smile, "papa!"

He smiled as well, scooping her up. "Good morning my little snowflake. Have you come to join Mama and Papa for breakfast?"

Elsa giggled, "yes!"

They heard someone whine "Elsa!"

They turned to see Anna, in her nightgown, her infamous bedhead in full view, and with a note stuck to her forehead. It took all of the regalness instilled into their parents not to laugh along with their youngest daughter.

Their mother sighed before turning to her husband, "I'll help her get ready for the day."

He nodded, "I have to tell Elsa something anyway."

The two pairs walked off in different directions: Anna and their mother to the 'nursery' and Elsa and their father to his study. At the sight of the study, Elsa started to bounce up and down in his arms. For years the girls wondered what went on in there and what it looked like. And now she was going to go in there!

After opening the door and walking in, her father closed it. He then set Elsa on a chair before he began to look through the documents on his desk, muttering about needing to organize it before his natural ability to clutter up just about anything led to an international crisis, but giving a triumphant cry while holding up an unrolled scroll from the Southern Isles that he got earlier this morning and had just finished before he went to accompany his wife to breakfast.

"This is from a close friend of Papas, the King of The Southern Isles." Agdar said, sitting on the edge of the desk so he could be in front of Elsa when he read the scroll, "he has a son that's about a year older than you, with abilities like yours," he glanced over the top of the scroll to see Elsa's smiling face before returning his eyesight to the scroll, "and he wishes to begin a correspondence via letters with you."

Her father had her at 'abilites like yours'. She would definitely have to start writing to him immediately. "What's his name? What are his abilities- are they ice like mine? What does he look like?"

Agdar smiled, "I only know his name. I don't know his abilities or what he looks like."

"What's his name? What's his name?"

Agdar gave a smile and a quick laugh before answering, "his name is Hans. Hans Westerguard."

Elsa smiled, "Hans." She looked at the scroll. "Hans Westerguard of The Southern Isles."

Anna was looking at the mirror in her room as her mother brushed out her hair. "Mama?"

"Yes dear?" Her mother asked as she started pulling her hair into a bun.

Anna, using the mirror, found the one part of her hair that was a different color than the rest, "I don't remember this being there before last night. How did I get it?"

Her mother stopped putting her hair in a bun, looking at the light blonde streak in her hair, "can we talk about it later, when the whole family is in the room. please?"

Anna nodded, "okay."

As Idun finished putting Anna's hair up, she had a feeling this was not going to end well. At all.

Breakfast was a rather quiet affair, and very awkward. Anna wanted to ask about the streak in her hair that was not there before last night. Elsa wanted to start writing to Hans immediately.

Halfway through breakfast, Anna broke the odd silence. "Hey, papa." Agdar looked over at his oldest daughter, curious.

"Yes, Anna?"

Anna pulled at the streak in her hair, "how did I get this in my hair? It wasn't there before last night. Did something happen?"

Agdar nearly spat out his grapes. He composed himself, swallowing the fruit instead. He wiped his mouth before turning to Anna. "Uh, it.." he cleared his throat, his eyes shifting to his wife- unable to find the words to speak.

Idun sighed. "You and Elsa were playing- unsupervised- and, well, something happened to give you-"

"I tried to get you to slow down when you were jumping from snow/ice pillar to pillar because I couldn't keep up. I slipped, firing off an ice blast that hit you, and that was how you got the-" Elsa gestured to Anna's hair, "streak in your hair. I'm sorry, it was an accident."

Anna's eyes widened, everything was coming back to her. And, instead of accepting Elsa's apology, Anna did the exact opposite of what anyone thought she would do.

"Sorry!? You're sorry?! Is that all you can say!? You hit me!" Anna got up from her spot, walking around the short way of the table to get to Elsa.

Agdar grabbed Anna's shoulders as soon as she was near him, "Anna, dear.. Calm down. It wasn't intentional."

Anna wiggled to get out of his grip, succeeding only because she managed to reach behind her and scratch him so hard on the cheek she drew a trickle of blood. Ignoring her father's hurt look, Anna said this to Elsa, "you are not my sister. Not any more." Upon seeing Elsa's teary face before the girl got up from the table and broke into a run in the direction of her father's study, she walked out of the dining hall.

She turned to a servant and said, "I'd like my things moved to a room in the west wing of the castle. Closer to the library so I can study more."

The servant bowed, "yes, princess Anna."

Idun looked at her husband, who looked from where Anna went before turning to where Elsa went. He got up and walked towards his study. Idun, as much as she wanted to go to Anna, she didn't want to be the object of Anna's next attack and it hurt to see herself thinking of her oldest in that way, but after seeing what she did, how could she not?

She decided she'd help Elsa calm down, so she got up and went with Agdar to his study. They walked into the study to find Elsa curled under the desk, crying. Agdar pulled her out, saying soothing words to her.

"Are you mad at me, like Anna is?" Elsa asked, clutching her father's pendant that hung from his neck.

"No, snowflake. We're not." Idun said, stroking Elsa's light blonde hair.

"She struck you," Elsa said, looking at the mark on her father's cheek, "because you defended me."

"And I will defend you, time and again, from anyone who tried to hurt you."

Elsa curled closer to his chest, "even if I deserve it?"

"Elsa, your sister was angry, yes. But, in time, she'll forgive you." Idun said, taking Elsa into her arms.

"Really?" Elsa asked, looking into her mother's eyes.

"Really." Idun said, "the two of you are thick as thieves. Your sibling bond is like the one shared with your papa and your Aunt Primrose."

Elsa nodded, hoping her mother was right. She then remembered about Jagged. "Jagged's supposed to start teaching me today." Elsa said, excitement creeping into her voice. She escaped her mother's arms and stood in front of her father.

"Yes," Agdar said, holding out his hand and smiling as Elsa clasped it, "that he is."

The three walked out to the courtyard to find Jagged hidden in a shadowy corner of courtyard, waiting for them. "I was assuming you forgot about me." He said, a playful tone in his voice.

"No, we didn't. We just, got sidetracked..." Agdar looked back towards the castle windows.

Jagged nodded, "ah, so she knows."

"And didn't take it too well." Idun said. She looked down, before catching sight of the guards. One of them was carrying some off fluffy bundle in his arms. "What is that?"

The guard with the bundle stopped moving, looking like he had been caught red handed, "I was hoping to present this," he showed the royals, and troll- he didn't see freaked out by the sight of him- it was a red deer, he placed it on its legs on the ground, "to your majesties in the stables later this morning, when it had been fed."

When Elsa made eye contact with the deer, something felt right. Like they were meant to have a connection. Jagged, who had been looking at Elsa, knew what that look meant. A bond had been put in place, although not cemented. Not even when the deer nudged Elsa's fingertips with its nose. Elsa turned to look up at her father, "may I keep her?"

Agdar looked at her for a few moments, thinking. Maybe it would be for the best that Elsa had a pet, someone to talk to, something to take care of, and instill responsibility.

"Yes, you may." He smiled at her happy face, "but, she must have a name."

Elsa thought about what would be a good name for her new companion. "How about Oransje?"

The deer seemed to like that, giving a noise of agreement. Jagged smiled, the bond was starting, the foundations laid down. It was all falling into place. "Elsa, let's you and I escort Oransje to the stables and then get started on your first lesson." Elsa nodded, guiding Oransje to the stables.

As soon as she was to the stables, Agdar looked at Idun. "What are we going to do?"

Idun shook her head, worrying, "I don't know dear."

AN: Oransje is Norwegian for Orange. Much like Sitron is Norwegian for Lemon.