Imma keep it 100 real quick. I didn't think this fanfiction would get a lot of attention because the frozen fandom is probably dying. It'll revive when the second movie releases. But that's not the point. I expected to get a few people into it. BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE TO BE SNOOPYKID!

(Dear snoopy, Yo, I love your fanfictions bruh, seriously! You are one of my top favorite writers! Thank you for your attention! I have to be consistent now!)

To the Guest reviewer: Thank you for your support on it! Occasionally there will be some other point of views but nothing too confusing...like the first half of this chapter

To the other Guest: Thank you so much for your support!

HEADS UP: There will be different languages spoken throughout the story, I will always place translations at the end. If you would prefer I put them right after the sentence, i will do so. It's up to my readers.

Reza Novaria: Thank you for your acknowledgement! I hope to add more detail in this chapter and the next. As for Elsanna, I love the ship too. But currently I'm at a moral crisis and family as well. I do have an Elsanna fanfiction called "Killer in the wild" and i'm hoping to update it soon. I want to finish all stories that i've started. After that, I won't be doing Elsanna anymore unfortunately. I'd explain more but I don't think everyone would be willing to understand. Check that out and let me know what you think! If you want to, of course. You don't have to lol.

Chapter 2: Un dans le même (One in the same)

3 Years ago

"The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing " In only two small breaths, the poem was read, "William Shakespeare. Une telle beauté, une telle vérité"

The french brunette closed her book, placing it gently back on the shelf she had found it on. If there was one thing she loved to do, it was read. It was the only thing that helped her escape the spiteful society she lived in. She could read for hours. Days, even. She'd have no qualms with staying cooped up and entertained, rather than outside and bothered by the many enemies she's made throughout her life. Searching for another book, she dragged her index finger along the multiple covers she could chose from. Landing on one titled, The Beast, she hooked the rest of her fingers around it, pulling it slowly and carefully from it's pocket between the other thick tomes.

"Belle!"

Unfortunately, it would have to wait until another day. Instead of returning the book to it's spot on the shelf, she placed it on a nearby table so that she'd be reminded to read it when she came back. The seventeen year old then made her way to her father who was busy fiddling with a new gadget he had invented. She watched as he glued wooden pieces together perfectly, as if it were nothing more than a child's puzzle. When he eventually finished, he turned his attention to his daughter who stood patiently smiling for him to address her.

"Well hello darling! Good morning!"

"Father," She greeted, "I assume that this morning has treated you well thus far?"

"Yes, yes!" The old man scurried off to a nearby door, opening it to reveal many tools and necessities in which he needed for his work, "In fact, I'd say this was the best day of our lives!"

"How so?"

Her father came out of the small closet, hands filled with all types of implements, "Well, you know how recently, Our small village, Conques, has had situations with the…witch?"

"The same witch rumored to have cursed the young prince ten years ago, yes." Belle's eyes followed every movement her father made as he ran around the room.

"Well, I have just been asked to supply a group of men with whatever mechanisms I feel could help them! Belle, this is a big chance to make a lot of money and a lot of attention!"

As if she didn't have enough attention already, "That's great, père."

"Great? This is astounding! This offer simply cannot be passed, my child! I cannot waste a moment! That is why I need you!" He waved Belled towards himself, gesturing for her to follow him as he made his way out of the house and around back to the stables.

Belle followed quietly. She knew this was huge opportunity for her father, but she simply did not want to get involved. Not just because of the unnecessary interaction with a group of men, but because of the fact that she wasn't a big fan of witches. She knew the rumors. A woman had been spotted around Conques, picking shrooms and mumbling incoherent words. They say a homeless little boy tried to pickpocket her for whatever coin she had on her. When she caught him she grabbed his arms and screamed out curses, and slowly his hands started to wither away. Another woman saw this and ran to tell whomever she could. The next morning the rumor had been spread around all over conques. People were terrified. They demanded the witch be found and killed immediately. As much as she is happy that her father has found something that could make him even more successful, she wanted nothing to do with this witch. It wasn't fear exactly, though that may play a part in it. It was mostly her disliking of attention. By joining in on rumors and activities pertaining the witch, she was practically putting herself out there for everyone else to notice again. She made it important to stay introverted, and away from the cruel world. Now? Now she might just not even have a choice.

"Belle? Belle, darling, are you going to go?"

"Uh, I'm sorry, what did you say?" Belle smiled sheepishly, guilty over not paying any attention to what her father was saying.

"The equipment needs to be delivered, and Philippe is already set to go." Her father repeated. Sure enough, the caramel horse had a cart connected to his body. She assumed the well needed equipment was in the cart, for there was a large thin sheet covering it.

Belle nodded slowly, making her way to the horse. She planted herself on Philippe's back and smiled once more at her father before starting off towards the town square.

The evening was warm. The clouds were parted and the sky was a series of oranges and yellows. It was like there was a fire in the upper atmosphere. By the time Belle had reached her destination, people were already retreating to their homes. Belle would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the scene before her. Nature was bidding the people a goodnight. She admired everything about it.

"There she is, Maurice's girl!"

Philippe came to a halt as the young woman reluctantly got off of his back. In her head she would repeat to herself, 'this is for father' to keep from immediately heading back home. She took hold of the horse's reins and lead it over towards the group of men. They were all surrounding a bonfire, blankets and beer littered the ground. Some form of meat was being twirled on a stick above the flames. Without saying a word, she lifted the thin sheets on the cart and revealed to the men the items they've been looking for. There seemed to be at least thirteen of them. Their faces formed smiles as they rushed to the cart to take what they could. They laughed and spoke among themselves as they inspected the tools.

Belle cleared her throat nervously, "What of my father's pay?"

One of the men dismissed her with a lazy wave of his hand, "Your father will get what he wants when we come to our final decision."

Belle huffed in annoyance as she leaned against her cart. The fact that she'd have to wait out here longer than she wanted to only made her never want to carry out another favor like this again. She scanned her surroundings for something to keep her busy. She cursed herself silently for having not brought a book to read, but then again if she did she'd draw attention to herself even more. Being the only woman in her town that didn't focus on cooking and providing for a husband made her stand out too much. Women didn't read, women didn't write, and most importantly, women didn't think. In this day and age she was expected to be property. She chose to defy society's standards, and this was the consequence. Harassment and separation.

"Belle! My lovely Belle!"

Damn, "Hello Gaston…"

The french man happily strolled over to the woman with a cocky grin on his face. He licked his hand and slicked his hair back, leaning on the cart and attempting to look as charming as possible, "How lovely it is that Maurice sent you to me-"

"He sent me to deliver your supplies and that is all." Belle corrected, carelessly cutting the man off.

"Well, since you're here anyway;" He leaned closer, "Why don't we go and talk for a while hm?"

"No thank you," Belle nearly threw up when he dragged his fingers lightly across her cheeks. Well, as lightly as someone like him could.

It was situations like this that Belle wished she could control. It's not like she couldn't tell him to stop, but with the position she was in, with the way people saw her now compared to how they worshiped Gaston as a handsome gentleman, by continuously denying him she only ended up looking like a prude woman. She had enough negative descriptions about her.

"Get lost, clochard."

A sudden air of hostility came from the group of men. Taking this as an opportunity to excuse herself from Gaston, she turned to investigate the situation. In the middle of the makeshift soldiers she was supplying, a middle aged man with torn clothes, dirtied skin, and matted hair was on his knees; he was facing the cooking animal above the bonfire. Every now and then he would glance at one of the men, pleading for them to spare him just a slab of meat. They, however, were aggressive. They threw slurs at him, daring him to reach for their food. One person even picked up a rock and threw it at him. Startled, the homeless man jumped up to his feet. He knew that he had failed, and began to look for a way out of the predicament. Unfortunately, the men had blocked him in, surrounding him cruelly and continuing their advances. Belle could no longer stand it. She knew how it felt to be singled out, scared, and targeted for something as small as being who you are. She knew what it was like to be an outcast.

Without another moment to spare, she stormed over to the center of the group and helped the homeless man to his feat. She gave each man a dangerous glare, one that they did not take seriously seeing as though it brought about laughter from them, and then she dragged the old man to the carriage, passing Gaston without giving him a single ounce of attention. She helped the man into the now empty cart before whispering to him soothingly, "Je suis désolé, monsieur."

She then turned back to the men, "My father's coin, now."

Still chuckling, one of the men grabbed a sack half the size of his arm and dropped it before the young woman, "There ya go, princess."

Belle grabbed the sack, threw it into a bigger bag on Philippe's side, and hurriedly hopped onto the horse, flicking its reins and sending it off. She didn't look back at the men. Her eyes held unshed tears of frustration. She wanted nothing more than to head back home and sleep the night away. She was nothing but a joke to them. To everyone. An oddity that, if not rid of, becomes a source of entertainment. Once she was a decent distance away, she glanced back at the homeless man riding in the cart. It was dark, but she could still see him hunched over, his head in his arms, propped up on his knees. As much as she didn't like people, this man was in need of help. He was just like her, and if there's one thing she could understand, it was how he must've felt; being stuck on the ground beneath those men. Being laughed at. Humiliated. He must've felt alone in that moment. Unsure of himself. Betrayed by society. Yes. Belle understood fully.

Upon arriving at her home, Belle made sure to secure Philippe in the stables, grab the money, and help the man out of the now disconnected cart. She held her arm out for him to hold onto as they entered the house. She led the man to library and told him to stay put as she carried out an errand; She was going to give the money to her father, but the man didn't need to know that. She wasn't naive. She couldn't just trust him not to steal from her, he was homeless for goodness sakes. Of course he'd take any opportunity to get what he so desperately needed. She knocked on her father's door three times. Each time she received no answer. The door creaked open only to reveal the old man fast asleep. So instead of waking him up, she simply placed the sack on the nightstand beside his bed. She would love to see his reaction in the morning. If he was happy, then so was she. After exiting, she quickly made her way back to the library. In the corner of the room, there was a water filled bucket. She placed it over the fireplace. Leading the man over to the warm spot, she waited until the water reached reasonable temperature before placing it in front of the man for him to bathe himself. She turned away in a respectful manner, allowing him to clean himself in peace. Belle knew he had finished when he nervously cleared his throat behind her. Turning, she gasped at the new image before her. He was no longer the dirtied man she'd seen before. His curly hair was brown. His hazel eyes pierced through her, and his small pink lips pursed awkwardly as he looked for something to say. The only thing throwing him off was the raggedy clothing he placed back on his tall, skinny body. He looked too young to be in his thirties.

"Thank you, ma'am."

His voice was deep and raspy. Belle smiled, "No problem. You must be hungry, yes?"

"Please," He perked up at the mention of food. Belle smiled and led him to the kitchen. Of course her father had left her dinner out, ready for her return; Porridge, bacon, and half of a baguette with a glass of wine. Instead of eating it herself, she sat the man down at the dining table and gave it to him. She didn't mind. She wasn't really hungry anyways.

The man smiled, thankful for what she had done so far, and then dug into the food. It wasn't as sloppy and wild as Belle would have thought it would be for a homeless man, but that meant less cleaning for her so she wouldn't complain. She waited patiently for him to finish. When he did, she took his dishes and began to clean them.

"What is your name, manquer?" The man quietly asked

"Belle. Yours?"

"Bastien, manquer."

Belle placed the now washed dishes on the table during their moment of silence, "Tell me, Bastien. Why were you drawn to a group of armed men during such a night? You've heard that the town is on high alerts, yes?"

"The food madame. I would've hoped they'd spare me even a bite."

Belle gave a tight lipped smile in empathy, "I'm sorry it took a turn for the worse."

The man chuckled, "No madame, it took a turn for the best! I'm here with you now!"

Another moment of silence. He wasn't too bad, Belle noticed. In fact, she rather liked him. He was kind, gentle, and adorably awkward for someone you'd expect to be untrusting and rude with what they must've been through. Even as they sat there at that very moment, he was fiddling his thumbs and biting his thin lips.

"Madame," Bastien looked up at her once more, "May I ask you a question as well?"

"Of course."

"You didn't look too happy around those men. They mocked you, if I recall correctly. You're too kind to be deserving of such cruel treatment...why didn't you fight back?"

Now, if that wasn't a question Belle asked herself everyday. Why didn't she fight back? Why doesn't she ever fight back? She wasn't afraid; that she knew for sure, "Well, why didn't you, Bastien? You're the same as me."

"No, Manquer. I'm incapable of fighting for my own; but do not worry, those men won't go unpunished. No wrong doing does."

"How so?"

"I have my silent ways. You see, people like me, we aren't allowed to have a voice. I like to think of it as a ladder. I am at the bottom step of the ladder. If I were to stand against those of a higher step, it would not end well for me." Bastien smiled sadly.

"What of I? Where would I be?"

"You ma dame, you have a kind heart and not many riches. People like you are powerful. You would be near the top of the ladder. Money is not everything."

"Are you not kind?"

"I adapt. I treat well whomever treats me well, and treat wrongly whomever treats me wrongly. I survive. So I ask you again, why didn't you take a stand."

It was as simple answer, and Belle couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it until now, "I...I don't want to stand up for myself. I want more than that."

"Oh?"

"I want to control it. Control everything. Standing up for myself only means that I keep the pain from reaching me. That I show everyone that i'm not afraid."

"Is that not enough?"

"No. People will still talk. They'll continue their harassments, even if I ignore it. They'll push until I break. I want to control what happens in regards to my person...but I can't."

"Ha, be careful what you wish for." Then Bastien was quiet. He seemed to be thinking, a small smirk on his face. He then stood and held out his hand to the seventeen year old, "Thank you, manquer. For everything. However, I must take my leave."

Belle's eyes widened. She frantically shook her head in protest, "Are you sure!? You might need a bed to sleep in...I can't possibly allow you back out there in this chilly night!"

The man laughed at the display, "I'm sorry, Ma dame, but i really must go. Thank you." He kept his hand out for her to take, and she did. A sudden shock began to make it's way through her body as their skin made contact.

With a quick and firm shake, the man let go and gestured for Belle to lead him to the door. As they began to walk, Belle couldn't help but to hold the hand that touched his in her other. It was cold for some reason, and the cold feeling began replace the shock from earlier. It left her with a headache. A bad one.

Once they reached the front door, she opened it, allowing Bastien to walk through. Before closing it, she bid him a farewell once more, "Goodbye, Bastien. Please, stay safe."

"I will. I'm sure we'll meet again another day, so you stay safe as well. Until then...Belle." And with that, he took his leave, disappearing into the night.

Belle sighed and closed the door. Now she wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, the massive headache only strengthening her desire; but before she could even get a step in another knock came to the door. She growled and turned to open it. It appeared her headache was only going to get worse…

"What do you want, Gaston."

"Well hello to you too, darling!" The man arrogantly grinned, "You wouldn't happen to have that young lad from earlier, would you? You know, the one who you placed in your cart?"

"...why?" Why would they be looking for a homeless man when they should be looking for the witch?

"Well, some time after you left, a couple of my men got sick. Very sick."

"What does that have to do with Bastien?"

"...Bastien?"

Crap.

"Answer the question, Gaston."

He smiled, "I was told they got sick after taking a bite of the food he happened to be drooling over. I just want to talk to him is all."

"Well he's gone, sorry." She tried to slam the door, but Gaston stuck his foot through the crack, preventing it from closing.

"What if I ask that beautiful lady?"

"Excuse me? What 'Beautiful lady' ?"

"Don't play dumb, Belle." Gaston was visibly frustrated now, "The one that I saw leaving your house!"

"Wha-"

"I don't have time for your games, girl!" He shoved the door open, forcing his way into her house.

"Gaston!" This loudness was only increasing her pain in her skull.

"Who was she, and does she know anything about the boy!?"

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about! The only person that recently left my house was Bastien! I promise!"

A creaking of wood, "Belle?" Maurice entered the room, dazed and confused.

Gaston was still seething. He didn't like being lied to, obviously. His advance on the Belle stopped, however. Probably because he didn't want to appear a danger to her in front of her father. Suddenly, he heavy, angry breathing halted. His expression changed from that of being absolutely pissed, to confused, then to shock, and then to being absolutely pissed again, "That chienne!"

"Gaston!" Belle hissed, "My father-"

"That was her, Belle! That was the witch and you let her slip away!" Before Belle could reply, Gaston stormed out of the house, rushing towards his horse to catch the woman...or...Bastien? The witch, before she got too far. Although, Belle was sure she was already far gone. Belle felt a shiver travel down her spine. If what he said was the truth then she was going to have a worse time sleeping than she thought. Just knowing that the witch was two feet away from her this whole time and she never knew it, was terrifying. What a night this was.

A day had passed since then. Apparently the witch was never caught; and Belle had a new target on her back. The girl who let the villain go. At least that's what she heard. She honestly wasn't sure if that witch was as bad as people thought. She didn't hurt Belle. The whole time she was pretending to be Bastien she was nothing but kind to her. It could've been an act, but regardless; Belle was safe. At least she was until she woke up this morning to harassment by the other townsfolk. Her father, with his new coin, sent her off to buy groceries and supplies for his workshop. She tried to avoid going but he got to her. She could never truly say no to her papa. So there she was, at the market looking for ingredients and other types of foods. Occasionally she'd be denied by merchants and salesmen. Other times, those who only wanted her coin would be as nice as possible and give her what she wanted. Women would sneer and gossip when she passed. Men would growl and bump her when the came across them. Just when she thought things were dying down.

As belle began to make her transition from foods to supplies, she entered a small shop that sold metal and wooden parts. Without saying so much as a word to anyone that happened to be there, she quickly gathered what she needed. She then navigated her way to the shopkeepers desk and layed her items in front of him. He didn't move. He only looked at her.

"Please sir," She sighed, "I just want to buy this for my father, then I will be gone."

"Then send your father." He responded simply.

Belle's heart sunk. This was the last of the items on the list that she required and she didn't want to go looking for another shop or booth, if there even was one. "But he asked me-"

"And now I'm asking you," The man pushed the items towards her, "Send your father. You get no service here."

The headache began to return. She began to become bothered and irritated, "Sir."

"I'm not gonna tell you again, girl." He turned away from her, his full attention now being given to a lady beside her.

Belle slammed her hand against the counter, "No! I said-"

"You need to get out of my store!" The man interrupted again.

She began to hear more voices, other people started to yell and join in. Customers had gathered around, pointing fingers and calling her names, screaming at her to leave. Her conversation with Bastien- no- the witch from the other day began to repeat itself in her head over and over

I want to control it. I want to control everything.

I don't want to stand up

I want complete control

I want to

Control it

CONTROL it

CONTROL IT

CONTROL-

Everything went silent. Not even a breath could be heard. Belle hesitantly looked around, fear and shock being the only thing threatening to hold her back. The floor was cleared of any item. Shelves that were built to stand from the ground up now floating above the people, along with anything else in the store. Her head hurt. So Bad. Tears began to sting her eyes. She turned back to the shopkeeper, as slowly as possible. She needed to run. She didn't mean any of this...she couldn't have meant any of this. The look of fear in that man's eyes as he clutched as his throat, desperately wanting to be put down from the high area on the wall he was stuck on, his feet kicking at the mid air. Belle's eyes fell to her hands. They were pointed out towards him. What had she done? How had she done it!?

"...w-witch.." someone whispered

Belle quickly pulled her hands back, placing the shaking body parts on her chest, closing in on herself. The man fell to the ground. "N-no…" Belle whimpered

"Witch!" People were angry now, circling her and pointing. They began to yell again. Someone grabbed a wooden tool box from the air and attempted to throw it at her. It narrowly missed her, rising back to the height it was taken from.

Belle started hyperventilating, backing away from one side of the mob and moving closer to the other. She needed to run, to get out of there. She turned towards the doorway and sprinted as fast as she could. Men and women moved out of her way, afraid to touch her. Anyone near the windows, attracted by the noise, had saw. There was a lot of witnesses; no doubt this would spread within an hour. Those who had saw nothing sat confused as to the sudden burst of emotion Belle had never shown. She ran and ran and ran. She didn't stop once she exited the town square; she didn't stop at her house, and she didn't stop at the town exit. She kept running. Something else the witch had said began to echo in her head. She had a feeling that from then on...it always would.

Be careful what you wish for

~~000~~

Still 3 years ago

Anna had heard the bells ring even from a couple miles away. She had left before dinner time, so there was no doubt in her mind that it was Gerda that had realized she was missing and reported to the guards. The castle was a big place, so she had enough time to get as far as possible before the old servant was sure. Anna couldn't help but wonder if this would be the predicament that would cause her sister to leave her room. The thought only made the princess angry. She doubted it.

This was it. She had left her kingdom behind. Although she would hate to admit it, she would miss it. She'd miss the kind servants and comfy bed. Lord knows she was going to have a hard time surviving out here her own; but that's why she was going to recieve help. There was a book she had found in her parents room the day after the funeral. She had wanted to find something of theirs to remember them by when she came across it. It spoke of trolls in the forest, trolls that had magical capabilities. Anna wasn't sure she believed in magic, but upon reading it she felt something tug at the back of her head. She needed to go there and see for herself. Maybe, if it turned out to be real, she'd even ask for help. If they were magical then they must be able to do so. She didn't know the first thing about survival and was on her own. Hopefully they could even calm her aching heart. Ever since Elsa denied her final attempt at rekindling their relationship Anna couldn't help but feel angry. Too angry, if you ask her. She'd begin to feel hot and uncomfortable. It was like she needed to let something out but couldn't. Like a sneeze. She'd only end up getting more angry after that. Maybe these trolls could help her rid of those feelings. Even if she didn't know the first thing about survival, she knew that anger would not help her get far.

She led the horse down the path she felt was right. The only sounds she could hear were the rustling leaves, the calm winds, fast paced galloping, and the sled attached to the horse. She had remembered to bring food. There was a bag of fruit, bread, and carrots on the extension. The sled also ruined any tracks the horse left. It would drag across the imprints in the ground, leaving dirt to cover it up. A great way to keep a search party from finding her.

Stars began to fill the sky and the wind became chilly. After a long ride, the princess was just about there. She kept her eyes open for anything matching the description in the book. Basically a clearing filled with moss covered rocks. When she found exactly that, she hopped off of her horse. Anna began to walk around, investigating her surroundings and maneuvering through the small boulders on the ground, "Hello?"

There was no sound. No movement.

"Is anybody there?"

Still nothing. She was sure this was the right place.

"I'm looking for some...magic trolls?"

Still nothing.

Anna was getting angry.

"I am princess Anna of Arendelle! I Demand you show yourselves at once!"

Nothing.

Breathing heavily, the former princess stormed towards her horse and yanked its reins towards her. The horse let out a whine of surprise as the princess leaped onto its back, "What a damn waste of my time."

Just before the princess could ride off into the night, a shuffle could be heard. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound. 'Please don't let that be a wolf' she thought as she hopped off of the horse again. Still holding its reins, she began to walk towards the noise, "Hello?" She called again, agitation still audible in her voice.

Just then, one of the rocks began to move. Anna gasped as it made its way towards her, other rocks slowly following suit. She watched cautiously as it began to rumble and form. The horse in her grasp became frightened, practically going haywire. It freed itself of her control, immediately galloping away and ignoring her calls and demands for it to return. Anna groaned, turning back to the situation at hand. What she came face to face with nearly made her jump out of her skin. What once was a structure of nature became a walking organism complete with arms and a face. The princess stood wide-eyed. It was there. Standing before her. A troll.

"You're real…" Anna gasped.

They looked uneasy, as if she were a stranger sent to rid of them. Another rock came forth and formed itself before her eyes. This one looked old and tired. "Princess Anna…" It spoke with uncertainty, "What brings you here?"

"I needed help." She answered, "Why did it take you long to address me?" Even tho her anger was currently subsiding, it still had a hold on her.

"I-I'm sorry...your majesty." The troll did a small bow,

Anna groaned, the slight fear in the old troll's voice making her regret her tone and anger, "No. I am. I didn't mean to be so hostile. I'm not in the greatest of moods as you see...forgive me."

He nodded in understanding, a sorry smile appearing on his face, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Grand Pabbie. I speak on behalf of the trolls." He gestured to the crowd of them, "You say you need help, your highness. What can I do for you?"

Anna dropped to her knees, trying to become eye level with them. Even then, she still had to look down. "I'm out here all alone, by myself. I have no knowledge of survival tactics. I've run from home and am currently in search of a new one."

"I see. Is this what has you bothered?" He asked, referencing her earlier outburst.

"No." She smiled awkwardly, "I've just been that way for a while. An anger I cannot subdue."

Grand Pabbie hummed. He reached out to her face, motioning her to lean down towards her. Reluctantly, she did so. He held her head in his rock hard palms and closed his eyes. His stony lips were pursed in concentration. Anna bit her lip in anticipation. Eventually the old troll released her and she returned back to her natural kneeling height. She didn't expect the shocked and interested look to appear on his face when they made eye contact once more. "Your majesty…"

"What?" Anna gulped, "what is it."

"The unease and indignation you have been experiencing is only the awakening of something much deeper. An ability. A gift.

"Whoa, slow down." This was not what she expected to hear, "What are you talking about?"

"You don't remember this, but ten years ago your father brought you here to me. There was an incident. I believe the effect of this incident hid your abilities for so long. It froze them, might I say."

"What Incident? You're not making any sense." Frustration began seeping its way back into the princess' voice once more. However; instead of becoming afraid again, Grand Pabbie smiled a smile of amusement. This only aggravated her more.

"I'm afraid that's for your sister to tell you, your majesty."

"Elsa? What does she have to do with this! I'm not going back there!"

"And you won't have to. Something tells me you're going to cross paths again eventually."

"I want to know more now!" Anna hissed. Regardless of how angry she was becoming, she would not take it out on these trolls. She had enough control over that.

"I will tell you this, Princess Anna. This anger you're feeling will be your fuel." He reached out to grab Anna's hand, palm facing upwards. The other hand reached out to her forehead, causing her to bend down once again, "And if distributed carefully…"

Anna's breath began to halt as a wave of heat formed from the spot where Pabbie's hand touched her forehead and flew through the rest of her body, climbing back up through her arms and to her hand. A small flame formed above her palm.

The princess sat there, both mortified and fascinated as Pabbie let go. Gasps of awe and wonder could be heard resonating throughout the clearing "I...what…"

"Your sister came across her's around six years old. You would've come across yours had the said incident never occured."

Anna could say nothing. Her eyes were still on her bare hands.

"I expect you to have better control. You seem to have a decent amount over your anger and emotion. Having it over your power should be easy enough."

"Back...come back…" The princess whispered in disappointment.

Pabbie blinked in confusion. "Princess?" He took a step forward.

Anna's head shot up, her hands shaking frantically, "Bring it back! Hurry! Bring it back!"

Pabbie jumped back in surprise at the sudden change of emotion, but smiled nonetheless, "That is something you'll have to practice, your majesty. You are still young. Fifteen, am I correct? It will be easy."

Anna sat there, shaking her hands and ranting to herself about 'Unfair old trolls' and 'cool magic'. Pabbie smile again, this time in relief and happiness. The princess, regardless of what she'd gone through and the pain she had in her heart, still held a piece of herself. She would need that to control this ability. Pabbie turned to one of the other trolls, whispering a direction into their ear. The troll nodded, transforming into a rock and rolling away from the crowd. Pabbie then turned back to address the princess.

"Your highness, a word if you may."

Anna halted her antics and side-eyed the troll.

"This ability is very powerful. As you know, fire can be very dangerous if wild. But, even something so destructive has beauty to it."

Anna nodded in understanding as she looked at her hands once more.

"If i'm to be honest," Grand Pabbie continued, "I don't see you walking down a clean, light path; but I don't see you walking down a dark and evil one either."

"What are you saying?" The young princess finally spoke.

"I'm saying that your power makes you one of the most dangerous, yet most wonderful people to ever live. The world will see you as a villain when you are no such thing. Others like you will see you as a hero, but you still will be no such thing."

"What will I be…"

"What your power allows you to be...powerful. Your power can't save a life without taking one. Your power cannot build without destroying. Don't get me wrong, your highness. You can be good...just not without appearing to be evil."

"Why are you telling me this? You think I want to be told something so harsh? Don't you know I could resent who I am? What I am?" Anna began to close in on herself.

"I'm telling you this so that you can come to terms with who you are." Pabbie placed a hand on hers, attempting to relax her, "So that you can be you without having to doubt yourself."

Anna began to relax.

"You can be good, your majesty. Solely by doing what is good." To anyone else, this advise would be misleading. The thought that anything is good if you believe it to be is a poor and dangerous ideal. However; Pabbie trusted the princess. He knew that she was good at heart. He could feel it.

Anna sighed, slightly confused on what this all means. Then realization hit her, "Wait...you said that Elsa…"

Pabbie chuckled, "Yes. Your sister is the same as you are."

"Are you serious!? What can she do!?"

"Princess Elsa is a wielder of Ice."

"Oooooooh, so that's why her hair is so white! I thought it was just a birth defect, you know? And her obsession with the color blue! Wait, is that why she wears those gloves? Can she not control it? Maybe that's why she's been locked in her room! That's so dumb!" Anna went from ranting out of curiosity to ranting out of anger within seconds, "Why doesn't she learn!? She thinks locking herself away is the best way? What about me!? What about when I needed her? Is she that afraid? If she really cared for me then she'd risk it all to be there, like I would! This isn't an excuse! Where is the logic in all of this!?" A burst of flames erupted from her hands

Pabbie began to regret unlocking the fifteen year old's ability so early, "Princess Anna, please! Calm down-"

"WHOA!"

Everyone turned to the source of the voice. The flames dissipated from Anna's arms. A young boy with very blonde shaggy hair appeared before them. Beside him was a reindeer, as well as the troll pabbie sent out earlier.

"Ah, Kristoff." Pabbie called, thankful for the unintentional distraction, "Please, come here."

The boy obeyed. Pabbie continued to introduce him, "Princess Anna, this is Kristoff. You requested for help surviving here in these dangerous lands, correct?"

"And he's...my help?" Anna cringed. She didn't expect a weird boy to be their solution. Plus, he smelled bad.

"I'm help for what now?" Kristoff tilted his head in confusion.

"Kristoff my boy," Pabbie turned to fully acknowledge the boy, "You are nearly eighteen. It is in my honor to send you off for good. You will travel beside princess Anna from here on out."

Kristoff went quiet for a long minute before laughing awkwardly, "You're joking...right Pabbie?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"But I don't even know her!" He yelled in protest, "This is my home! Who knows how far I'll go!"

"Think of the adventure, my boy." Pabbie insisted, "Do this for her. She needs your help. There will be great accomplishments along the way, I can promise you that."

The young blonde hesitated, "I don't want to babysit…"

"I'm only two to three years younger than you, jerk." Anna growled.

"Tell me I can come back if things don't go right! Tell me I can come back in general!" He ignored her

"Of course you can, my boy. But believe me when I tell you you won't need to." Pabbie hugged him. Other trolls began to do the same. It was almost enough for Anna to cry. She felt kind of bad for the boy. This was the first thing he came to hear after being retrieved.

"Okay. Pabbie. Anything for you." They broke apart; Kristoff wiped a couple tears from his eyes.

"As you saw, Kristoff, the princess has some extraordinary abilities. You are also to help her master them."

"Yes sir!" The boy nodded this time in sudden determination.

"Good." Pabbie clapped his hands in satisfaction. He spoke to Anna, "I believe that this is where we bid you goodbye, your majesty."

"I believe so too, Grand Pabbie...thank you." Anna smiled holding the old trolls hands in hers.

"We will meet again. Do not worry. Until then, please, be safe."

"I will." Anna nodded. She rose to her feet and dusted off her dress. She took a second before bringing light to confusion she had, "Um...why is the reindeer coming?"

"His name's Sven!" Kristoff pointed out, hugging the full grown, hooved creature to his side, "He's my best friend."

Anna narrowed her eyes, "That's a little outside of nature's laws...don't you think?"

A bout of laughter rose from their audience. One by one the trolls took this as their exit as they became stone balls once more. Pabbie being the last of them, but letting the new duo go with one last thing, "Good luck, you two." And then he transformed.

Kristoff was already moving when Anna had turned to leave, "Alright, you heard Grand Pabbie, kid. I'm the boss."

"He didn't say that!" Anna argued.

"He implied it!" Kristoff laughed as he temporarily disappeared behind a row of bushes; reemerging with a wonderfully carved, black sled in which he attached to the harness on Svens back. He jumped into the sled and held his hand out for her to grab and she begrudgingly did so.

As they rode through the night, Anna couldn't help but keep her eyes glued to the small flame in her hands. The small flamed that only dreamed of getting bigger.

~~000~~

The Present

A small tornado of fire danced in her hands.

She was going to have to make an appearance soon, she knew it.

She didn't feel ready though.

Then again, she doesn't think she ever will.

Belle needs to finish proving their value to the queen.

Only then could the mission take full action

Only then could she reveal herself.

Until then, she knew that her name would be in her head all night

Elsa….

The flame in her hand died.

Next Chapter Preview: "You'll have to live with this for the rest of your life! Is that what you want!?"

"Something tells me I'm gonna be used to it by the end of the week…"

une telle beauté, une telle vérité: Such beauty, such truth

Père: Father

Clochard: Homeless person, Hobo

Je suis désolé, monsieur: I'm sorry, sir

Manquer: Miss

Chienne: Bitch

It's going slowly, I know. But Next Chapter will have more plot in it And everything will be clear. It will be here in a few days guys, I promise.

I know the ages seem confusing so let me just say this. 3 years ago, according to this story and the movie, is when the king and queen of arendelle died. Anna was 15, and Elsa was 18. Belle was 17 because in Disney's "Beauty and the Beast" that was her age. When we fast forward 3 years, Anna will be 18, Elsa will be 21, and Belle will be 20.

I know it seems slow but Belle got a background because she plays an important role for Anna in the story. Next chapter, things will start getting exciting.