Disclaimer: When you buy a movie, you don't earn its rights. We learned that when we bought Frozen, and the movie makers didn't allow us to own its rights. (No, we didn't just learn that then. We're not shallow.)

Nike: This chappie has been sitting here for a while...okay so, um I just edited this, like last time. Emerald, Red, and Rosegold contributed a lot again. Um, and I think Platinum and Dargon edited the mistakes I missed.

Dargon: Yep. More like CUPS editing, though. #everytimeitsnowsIthinkofFrozen!

Nike: Review, please! Hopefully this chapter will be more enjoyable! ^^

CHAPTER ONE

Elsa rubbed her eyes and yawned. She had the strangest dream last night. In it, she was just a baby. It had seemed so real, almost as if it had happened before.

It began with a figure, very far away. The air was cold and crisp, and snow was all over the ground. As she watched, the figure walked closer and closer. Elsa knew she should run, and not talk to this stranger, but her feet seemed glued to the ground; they wouldn't budge. The figure was closing in on her at an alarmingly fast rate. It wouldn't be long until she would be able to see the figure's physical features.

Not too long later, the face was visible. A face that connected to a neck, a neck that connected to a body. And everything was so familiar. The body placed its pale hands onto Elsa's forehead; the touch was ice cold. Then Elsa could feel something exhilarating, almost as if she was being reborn. The feeling ran from the top of her head, and all the way down to the tips of her toes. In a blink of the eye, the figure was gone. Next thing she knew, she was in a hospital bed, with a soft, warm face gazing down on her.

"I'll name her Elsa," The woman said. The appearance of this woman somewhat reminded Elsa of Anna; the light brown hair, the blue eyes, and thin lips. That was all Elsa remembered of her dream.

Elsa drowsily stood up and walked over to her mirror. There was a crack in it. Strange... Elsa thought. Getting dressed into a shimmering white gown, she walked out of her bedroom and made her way to the dining room.

"Why are you up so early?" Elsa's 'mother', Queen Alvera, asked with a weary smile.

"I had a rough night's sleep," she admitted.

"Leah, honey, that happens to everybody once in a while. You look tired. Why don't you get a cup of tea, dear?" Queen Alvera nodded towards a teapot on the stove. Elsa sighed.

"You know what? Can I just go back to sleep?" Queen Alvera shot Elsa a disapproving glare.

"No, Leah. We have a big day today."

"A big day? What big day?" Elsa asked as she grabbed the teapot, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"Be careful, Leah! The teapot is very hot!" Queen Alvera yelped. Elsa tilted her head in confusion.

"It must have cooled off by now. Don't worry, I didn't get burned." Elsa reassured the Queen and took a sip. But to Elsa's surprise, the tea was ice cold.

"You didn't? Oh, that's a relief. It's strange too, though. I just finished boiling it." She raised an eyebrow, confusion clearly etched into her expression.

"Oh, are you sure the stove was on?" Elsa asked. It sure didn't taste like the tea she was drinking was just boiled. Queen Alvera nodded slowly and thoughtfully. Elsa looked at the cup in her hands, and noticed that icy snowflakes were encrusting the sides, slowly dominating the entire thing. No wonder the tea was cold. Elsa quickly placed the cup down, fearing that Queen Alvera would notice. Much to Elsa's dismay, the queen had eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Leah, dear, the cup's been frozen happened?" Queen Alvera asked.

"Erm..." Elsa trailed off, trying to quickly stitch up a convincing lie, but her mind went blank.

"Leah, did you do something?" Elsa's 'mother' pressed.

"No, mother, I didn't do anything." Elsa bit her lip. "It's the design."

Her mother didn't look convinced.

"Leah, no one likes a liar, especially because it's a big day."

"Mother, I'm not lying!" Elsa desperately tried to convince the Queen.

"Leah, don't lie to me! I am your mother and you will not disrespect me anymore. Just because you've had a rough sleep doesn't mean I'll let you off for lying to your own mother. So, tell me, what happened?"

Elsa shook her head. Her 'mother' was about to find out about her powers. She would be exiled and all alone in the freezing Northern Mountains. She didn't want that to happen.

"It's nothing, mother. I'm going back to bed." Elsa picked the cup back up and slouched to her room, locking the door. Elsa checked the crack in the mirror again. She wondered where it had came from; she'd been asleep all night. Elsa sat on the bed, staring at the cup. The frost had already enveloped the entire thing.

I can't control my powers… Elsa placed the cup onto her nightstand, and lowered her head into her hands. I almost let it slip today. She almost found out… Maybe she did find out. After a long while of thinking, there came a knock at the door.

"Come in," Elsa knew it was her 'mother', maybe also her 'father', King Egbert.

"Um, Leah, sweetie, don't you know it's locked? We don't like it when your door is locked." Her 'mother' said sweetly just outside the door. It sounded like she forgot about the whole cup incident. Unwillingly, Elsa wearily stood up. She unlocked and opened the door.

"Leah-" King Egbert started to say with his rough voice. He paused for a moment, and looked like he was trying to find the right words to say.

In that moment, Elsa's heart seemed to stop. What if Queen Alvera told King Egbert about the cup incident? What if they know about her powers?

"We… hired a nanny." The king settled on saying. Elsa raised an eyebrow at this. "We know that you like your privacy, but your mother and I will be leaving the palace more often and we don't want you to be all alone. Especially in this big place." Elsa nodded her head. She didn't even try to argue; somehow King Egbert would always win.

"And how do you know we can trust him… or her, to be in our palace?" Elsa asked skeptically. She didn't like the idea of a stranger in her home.

"Oh, he's a good friend of mine. I've known him for ages." Queen Alvera said, her eyes glazing over; she was probably thinking about good memories. "I know I can trust him," She smiled.

"And any friend of Alvera is a friend of mine," King Egbert added, smiling at Queen Alvera lovingly.

"So, you've never met him?" Elsa asked, surprised that the King would allow a stranger onto his property.

"No, actually, but I trust that your mother has good judgement. He will be here at around five-o'clock today."

"Okay," Elsa sighed, once again realizing there was no point to argue. "Why are you guys leaving all of a sudden? You used to stay here at the palace all the time." In the six years of her residence here, not once did her parents leave for a trip; or anything of the sort for that matter.

"That's for another day, Leah, my child. Goodbye." Queen Alvera dismissed herself with a wave of her hand, and left with her husband, closing the door behind them, leaving Elsa alone with her thoughts.

Soon, she heard them again. Footsteps. Elsa's eyes widened and she creaked the door open, looking for the source of the sound. Whoever the footsteps belonged to was running. Running, as if they were trying to escape from something. Elsa looked back at the grandfather clock in her room. It wasn't five-o'clock yet, so it couldn't be the nanny. The footsteps got louder and louder, then abruptly stopped.

This gave Elsa the clue that the being should be in front of her. Even so, Elsa saw nothing. Before Elsa could blink, the air turned ice cold. She followed the urge to look back into the cracked mirror, and saw an almost transparent figure right beside her. The mysterious creature had a weapon hidden in their cloak. Elsa scratched her head in confusion; she was sure that she was alone in this room. Her suspicions were confirmed when she looked to her side to see the figure, and saw nothing.

Her befuddlement increased when she looked back at the mirror and the reflection was gone . It was like a demon, or a spirit. Maybe this is the creature who stole her book. This creature could have been the one who cursed Elsa with her icy powers. This was dangerous; the figure was armed with a weapon. Since Elsa wasn't able to see the demon, she had no clue about what was going to happen to her. She was too frightened and confused to even think about using her powers.

Suddenly, the demon reappeared next to her with a syringe in its hand. Before she could react, the demon injected the needle into her arm and inserted chemicals into her blood. Elsa cried out in sudden pain and felt the world begin to fade away. Before she passed out completely, she saw the creature smile, and say, "Mission accomplished."

When Elsa came to, she realized that she was in a woman's arms; the same woman from her dream. The woman, her real mother, had taken her to a palace. Even though her mother felt so warm and comforting, Elsa felt as cold as ice. Ever since they reached the palace, she always felt extremely cold, and her mother never knew why. No one in the castle did. No matter how many blankets were layered on top of her, she was always shivering. She tried to hide how cold she felt - she didn't want everyone to be worrying so much about her - but wasn't able to.

One day, Elsa broke into a series of cold shivers; shivers that were worse than usual. This made her mother extremely worried about Elsa's lack of heat. Therefore, she took Elsa to a doctors office. This doctor was special, for he studied ancient myths and legends. This doctor also wasn't human, and held many ancient memories. The doctor asked many questions about Elsa.

"When did this start happening?" The doctor questioned. Elsa's mother just shook her head.

"I'd say ever since she was born," Her mother's voice was smooth and buttery.

"I think I know what's wrong with her. She has a heart of ice." Elsa's mother's eyes widened.

"Heart of ice? But how?"

"Legend says that once every million years, somebody is chosen. Before birth, a being of ice will pass down its powers to a human. This is a very rare phenomenon, even more rare since it's happening to a queen. But just remember, be careful about what will happen. One day she won't be able to control her powers. And no matter where she will wander, she will become a Frost Queen in the end. Feared by her people, and labeled a monster." Elsa's mother's expression went blank. She didn't want that to be the fate of her daughter.

"What can be done to stop that?"

"Nothing known of, I'm afraid."

Elsa's mother nodded grimly in thanks and left.

Elsa's memory faded as the real world began to enter her vision. Then she remembered the demon. She looked back at the cracked mirror of hers. Nothing besides herself stared back at her. When she turned around she saw nothing. The demon was gone, but is still haunting her. What just happened? Elsa thought. Why is it bothering me? What does it want? More importantly, what was injected into me? What was its purpose? Elsa wanted to forget about the traumatizing incident, so she allowed her mind to wander.

Elsa then remembered that Queen Alvera said it was the big day. She changed into a beautiful baby blue dress. She walked outside to where the event was going to happen, still thinking about running away from this palace at the right time so no one will notice her.

I need to find out who stole the book first before I can run away. Far from here. Elsa was thinking.

Nightfall came and it was near 10:00 p.m.; the time when demons start haunting people, but Elsa didn't know that. Elsa looked into the cracked mirror as she was about to fall asleep. She closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to find her. When it didn't come, she reopened them and looked back at the mirror. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. Something...translucent.

Elsa got out of bed and walked closer to the mirror, leaning closer to inspect it, only to find the demon's blood red eyes staring into her eyes. Elsa yelped quietly and turned around, looking for the creature. There was nothing there. Elsa looked back at the mirror. The reflection of the demon was still there, but the creature itself was still invisible to her. The third time she looked into the mirror, the reflection was gone. This time, when she turned around, she saw something. An unknown creature wearing a black cloak. It's blood red eyes were glowing in the darkness of Elsa's bedroom. The eyes were staring into Elsa's eyes. There it was, standing in her room. The demon.

Elsa let out a bloodcurdling scream. The demon slapped an ice cold hand onto Elsa's mouth, scaring her greatly. Luckily, she remembered her powers. Elsa extended her hand, shooting a shard of ice at the demon. While the demon was distracted, Elsa ran. She ran into the kingdom, not caring if her 'parents' would notice. Mostly everybody was asleep. Elsa had to hide in her own kingdom, for if her parents found that she had escaped, she would be severely punished. Maybe even beaten.

She ran like she did that fateful day; the day where she had hurt her sister. With tears starting to form in her eyes, she kept on running. She wished she could just start over, be reborn. She wished she could get away from her horrible life and cursed power, even though she knew that it was impossible to run away from that. Elsa spotted a small, wooden shack, and walked up to it, hoping to seek out refuge there.

The door was unlocked. Elsa opened it, slowly, to keep it from creaking loudly, and entered. The air inside was warm and damp. Elsa took note of the many shelves and tables full of knick-knacks and valuable items. They all had prices on them. This is when Elsa realized that she was inside of a small, beaten-up store. It was a strange feeling to not be living in wealth, to feel so unprotected, especially with a demon out and about. Elsa was looking through the items for sale when she heard a creak.

"Hello?" Elsa heard a man. "Who's there?" Elsa heard some shuffling and creaks, a yelp of pain and cursing. "Thief!" A man sprung into her line of vision, a candle in hand.

"I-I'm not a thief!" Elsa stuttered. "I-I'm here t-to look at th-the books." Elsa didn't know what else to say.

"At this time of night?" The man checked his watch. "It's twelv-" The man looked up from his watch, and his widened in recognition. "Princess!" The man gasped and bowed to Elsa. "I apologize, Princess Leah of Vandavia. Please look at whatever you want, whenever you want." Elsa managed to conduct a halfhearted smile and she turned around.

"Please, don't call me Princess Elsa of Vandavia." She whispered. The man scratched his head. He was clearly confused.

"But it's an honor to be Princess of Vandavia."

"I know, but…" Elsa pursed her lips. "I'm not." She turned around and looked the man in the eye. He was much older than her, probably in his late forties, while Elsa was just nineteen. That meant he was probably much tougher than her, so she'd best keep quiet incase he would punish her.

"What do you mean?" The man didn't seem like the type of man to hurt somebody, though. Elsa took a deep breath and decided to tell him everything.

"I mean… I'm not the lost princess. I'm a princess, alright, but not the lost one of Vandavia. I-I ran away from my kingdom. My powers… I can't control them." The man still looked confused.

"Powers?" He asked. Elsa lifted her hands and ice sparks flew from them. The man gasped. There was no doubt that he felt fear towards Elsa. She started to back away slowly, reaching for the door.

"I-I'm sorry, I…" Elsa bit her lip.

"If the people out there find out about your powers, they'll… kill you." The man warned. Elsa's eyes widened.

"Kill… me? Why would they do that?" Elsa laughed nervously.

"Because… you're the chosen one. A witch, almost. At least that's what it'll seem like to them." Elsa felt as if she couldn't swallow. Her throat was too dry.

"Then what am I going to do?" Elsa could feel tears forming in her eyes. The man just shook his head.

" I don't know. Go back to your kingdom maybe?" The man suggested. This only upset Elsa more.

"No… I can't…" Elsa looked at the ground.

"Why not? It's your kingdom." The man reasoned. Why did I ever tell him about my powers? Elsa thought desperately. Now she has to tell him everything. And she doesn't even know his name.