Author's Note:

Sorry it's been so long. I'm way far behind in school and have had to double up in math and science-my two hardest and least favorite subjects. But I'm here for now. Anyway, this chapter moves through Elsa and Anna's early years, with the very first section taking place three years after the coronation.

Chapter 2: Revenge sweet revenge.

"Oh my," Maggie said sarcastically. "Look who it is. Miss pouty pants."

"What do you expect?" Mavis said as she walked into the cottage. "I have to live with YOU, according to my parents' laws."

Maggie grunted. "Guess who got her mother's disposition?"

"Don't mention my mother!" Mavis yelled.

"I thought you hated your parents."

"I did. But mom was different. She didn't scare me like dad did. Sometimes it felt like she actually cared…" Mavis paused in thought. "And now thanks to Rapunzel, she's dead."

"Huh. The way I heard it, it was King Jack's fault."

"King?"

"A figure head of Arendelle, really. He mostly plays with the kids, especially the princesses."

"Who's the mother?" Mavis asked in sudden interest.

"Rapunzel, duh."

It's so unfair! Oh I bet they are so happy right now. And I'm not. I will make them pay for mother's death! But how…?

You know how... a voice said inside. Stealing the princess of Arendelle will destroy their happiness.

No! her conscience pleaded. This isn't the right thing to do and you know it!

"Grandmother," Mavis said suddenly, making up her mind. "I have a plan. A plan of revenge. And I'm enlisting you to help me enact it."

After listening to Mavis' plan, Maggie agreed it could work most beautifully. "Elsa sleeps in her own room, now that Anna has taken her spot in the cradle. But," she added. "We must wait for the right time."

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

Jack looked up from the reports on the citizen's welfare and smiled at his three year old daughter. "I'd love to, Elsa," he said. "But I'm kind of a stuck at the moment." He glanced sideways at Rapunzel, and mouthed 'help me."

Giggling, Elsa understood and skipped over to Rapunzel, who was sitting nearby, looking over the finances. "Mama, can daddy build a snowman wit me? I never see him anymore."

"Elsa, that's not true. He's only gone twice a week to make winter around the world."

"Grandma!" she called, running to where Rue sat on the floor with baby Anna. "I want to build a snowman!" She jumped up and down, freezing the floor as she did so.

Rue laughed, but eyed the ice rather nervously. "Rapunzel, darling, let Jack have the rest of the day off. Elsa's getting restless."

"Ok," Rapunzel said, relenting. "Go have fun. I'll join you in a little bit."

"Yippee!"

Smiling, Jack picked her up and they flew back to her room. He gazed in admiration at the mountains of snow Elsa had created.

"Wow. You've been busy. Did you make it snow from the sky, or did you build these right from your hands?"

"Both," Elsa explained as frosty swirls blew out of her hands. "But I like it with my hands best."

"Show me how you do it," Jack coaxed gently.

Elsa twirled her hands in a circle, manipulating the tiny flakes into a tightly packed snowball. "See? This is the head!"

Jack smiled encouragingly. "Good! I'll help you make the rest of it."

"I'm going to name him Olaf."

"Olaf, huh? Good name. I like it."

"Och, wee lamb," a heavy Scottish voice said behind them.

"Merida!" Jack said happily. "Hiccup! What are you doing here?"

"We've just come down for the afternoon," Hiccup explained.

"Elsa, do you remember Merida and Hiccup?"

Elsa looked a little uncertain. "Is this your snowman?" Merida asked.

"Yes. Olaf."

"Can I help, too?" Merida asked. "I love to build snowmen."

Elsa giggled and nodded. As the three of them played, Hiccup took out his sketch book and drew some drawings. One in particular was Jack laying a hand on Elsa's head as she made a snowball and grinned up at him mischievously.*

"Those are really good," Jack said, sneaking up behind him. "Can I keep it?"

"Sure, why not? I can do a family portrait too, if you like. You know, to make up for missing the coronation."

"I told you not to worry about that. But a portrait would be great!"

Rapunzel joined them just as they were finishing. "I brought you a carrot," she said. "Hey Merida!"

"Goody!" Elsa cried. "Olaf needs a nose." She stuck the carrot on his head, but it went in too far, and only a tiny but was left sticking out. "Aww! It's so cute! It's like a little baby unicorn!"

Rapunzel laughed. "You would know." Last week, Robert had shown his granddaughter the unicorn cellar, and she had been fascinated.

"Can you make a flying snow unicorn?" she asked Jack.

"Um...I think that's a little hard. But I'll make you a bunny."

They walked over to the window, and Elsa frosted the pane. Jack drew an outline of a bunny, and soon brought it to life.

"This is amazing!" Elsa cried.

It flew around the Companions, and a delighted Elsa before dashing through the door where it bumped into little Anna, who had crawled in curiously.

"Anna!" Rapunzel cried, rushing to her daughter.

"Is she ok?" Jack asked, concerned that the extreme cold could hurt her.

"She feels fine, warm even."

"Look!" Elsa cried. "It's melting!"

Indeed, the snow closest to Anna was melting. Jack and Rapunzel looked at each other, wondering if Anna had the opposite powers of her elder sister.

"Anna!" Rue cried, running into the room. "I am so sorry, I didn't know she could crawl that fast…is the snow melting?"

"Anna," Elsa said as the melting spread out into the room. "Stop melting my snow!" Anna looked at her mournfully with big blue eyes. "It's ok," Elsa said quickly. "You don't know how."

"I think we should take her away before she starts a flood," Rue said, quickly scooping her up.

"Good idea," Rapunzel said. "Bye Anna."

She turned around and looked at the room, which had now been refrozen thanks to Elsa's powers.

"She works fast," Jack explained.

"Let's go sledding!" Elsa said.

"Alright," Rapunzel said. "Race you to the top! And no flying this time, Jack!"

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the snow and helping Elsa learn about her powers. After dinner, Hiccup drew another portrait, this time of the four of them, and on a canvas. It took such a long time that the little girls fell asleep, but the end result was beautiful. Rapunzel asked if she could paint it.

"Of course," he said. "I would do it myself, but painting isn't my strongpoint."

"Not to mention we 'ave to get back," Merida said.

"Thanks for coming," Rapunzel said as she hugged them goodbye.

Elsa was a light sleeper, and that night she slept lighter than ever, despite being tired out by the late play time. Some nights Jack would sneak into her room and play with her, and she always loved it when he came. A few hours after she had been left by Sam, a cold breath of air filled the room, and she heard a footstep on the floor. She cracked open her eyes and smiled, expecting to see her father. It was not Jack. Elsa screamed in terror.

"Mama, Papa!" she cried as slender arms quickly clamped her mouth shut.

Rapunzel and Jack heard the cry, which woke them from a dead sleep, and ran across the hall to Elsa's room. They saw a thin black figure leap out of the open window, carrying Elsa, who screamed again.

"Jack, get Elsa!" Rapunzel cried as she ran back to their room to get Anna. "Guards! Sound the alarm! Help!"

Jack was at the window the second after the kidnapper jumped. He flew down two stories to the garden outside and walked around hurriedly.

"Elsa!" he called. "ELSA! No!"

No one was to be found. Thinking the kidnapper might have flown, he too flew up into the sky and looked around frantically. It had only been a few seconds, where had they gone?

"Daddy, no!" Elsa cried. "I'm down here!"

"He can't hear you," Mavis said evilly. "He can't see you either. No matter how hard you try. There is a spell around us."

"Shut up and get moving," Maggie snapped.

"But what about the m..."

"No time. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this spell up. We'll do it when we get home."

Mavis shrugged. She picked up Elsa and began running alongside her grandmother. Elsa beat upon her back, but to no avail.

"Put me down!" the frightened little girl cried.

Up in the sky, Jack tried desperately to find his daughter, but could not. He flew down to Rapunzel, who was now standing on the balcony, holding Anna close to her.

"Find your father, he can trace Elsa's magic. Then organize a search party."

"Ok," Rapunzel said, nodding frightfully.

Weeks passed. Robert tried to trace Elsa's magic, but could only follow it out the window. There, a different magic covered up her teal trail and scattered in all directions. The whole kingdom was searched, the woods beyond the palace were searched, everything within a hundred mile radius was combed throughly. Queen Primrose sent a regiment from Corona to help strengthen the search party, while others searched Corona and its surrounding country, hoping to find a clue for the princess' whereabouts.

Eugene came back and helped search more than anyone except Jack and Rapunzel. Together, the three went farther than everyone else, searching Rapunzel's tower and beyond. But Elsa could not be found.

"This is Mavis' doing," Rapunzel cried nearly two months after the kidnapping. "She did this, and so did Maggie. There's...there's nothing more we can do. Maggie's a witch. She'll make sure we never find Elsa."

Rapunzel sobbed as Jack gently put his arms around her. He looked up at the Moon, angry and sad.

"Dada," a tiny voice said behind them.

Jack turned and picked up Anna, who had crawled onto the balcony with them.

"At least she didn't take both of them," Rapunzel whispered, running her hands through Anna's thin strawberry-blonde hair.

"We still have Anna," Jack said, burying his face in her hair. He looked out into the dark night, and for a moment, the hope was rekindled. I will never give up on you, Elsa.

*I have changed my avatar, but if you go to the Frozen Tangled Guardian page on the Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons website, you'll find it in the fan art slideshow. It was made by Milady666, who is an amazing artist. I would get in touch with her and ask permission to use it, but don't know how. So, Milady666, if you're reading this, sorry. I tried. YOU ARE AN AMAZING ARTIST AND ALL CREDIT GOES TO YOU!

Author's Note: This was a harder chapter to write, I must admit. The kidnapping scene was especially difficult. Tell me what you thought of it, please! I will try to get back to you all soon, but can't say when.