Rifiuto: Non Miriena

A/N: If anyone's read the original story of The Snow Queen, they'll know exactly who Gerda and Kai are...

"What do we do, Papa?" The young redhead asked, tears sliding down her cheeks. The King quickly removed his own cloak and wrapped his oldest daughter in it, scooping her into his arms.

"We'll take her to the trolls. They'll help her."

"But Papa, you said-" But her mother shushed the redhead.

"We know, Anna, dear, but this is urgent. Your sister-" The queen stopped, gaze landing on something behind her husband.

"Mama? What are you looking at?" Anna turned, following her mother's gaze, and stopped, eyes landing on the boy that had staggered to his feet, staff in hand. He watched the King and his oldest with worry in his blue eyes. Suddenly, the younger girl let out an excited gasp, rushing towards the boy, who backed up as she got close enough. He pushed off from the ground, hovering just inches above the younger princess. "I know who you are! You're Jack Frost!"

"What?" The King turned back, startled, his oldest daughter held protectively in his arms. Anna turned back to her parents, eyes alight.

"Papa, Mama! It's Jack Frost! He... he saved Elsa!" Everyone in Arendelle knew Jack Frost and his father, the Frost King, as well as the Winter Court the Frost King presided over. Though not many could see the immortals except those who believed, the Royal Family of Arendelle could; they had always been able to see the Winter Court, and those that ruled over it. The two kingdoms had been on gracious terms, friendly terms, as long as they left each other alone. This, however, was the first time that any from the two kingdoms had ever interacted- and purely by accident. "Thank you, Prince Frost, for saving my sister." Anna said, dipping into an awkward curtsy.

The boy shook his head, causing small flurries of snow to fall about them. "I was just-"

"You saved our Elsa?" The Queen asked, stepping forward. A moment passed, before he nodded with a whispered,

"Yes, Your Majesty." The woman studied him for a moment, before turning back to her husband.

"Go, Kai. Take Elsa to the Trolls. Hurry."

"But Gerda-"

"I said go! We mustn't waste any more time! Anna, go with your father and sister." The child looked up at her mother.

"But Mama-"

"Go on, love. I will be there soon." As the others left, she turned back to the young Guardian. "I wish to have a word with the young prince who saved your sister's life."

Jack swallowed; the Queen continued to study him, before moving towards the edge of the lake. Silence fell between the two, and after a moment, she sighed, pulling her hands behind her back as her gaze moved towards the hole her daughter had fallen through. "Thank you, for saving my Elsa. Had you not been here..." She lapsed into silence.

"I... I was frosting the trees when I saw her skating, Your Majesty. I watched her for quite a while, and when she fell in... I acted on instinct. I couldn't let her drown. But I had no idea she was your daughter, let alone-"

"The Crown Princess of Arendelle?" She finished, turning to him. He nodded, feeling the woman's hazel eyes study him. He was no more than a teenager himself, she realized, perhaps a couple years older than Elsa. And though he came from immortal royal blood, he obviously detested the Court and its rules and regulations, if the clothing he wore were any indication. His white hair, almost identical to Elsa's, was messy, but what got her was his eyes.

The deepest, most... mesmerizing shade of ice blue she'd ever seen.

She chuckled softly. "Elsa was not supposed to be out here. Her father and I have forbidden the girls to come to the woods. It's dangerous. She..." The Queen stopped, taking a deep breath, turning back to him. Her features instantly softened, and she made her way towards him, holding out a hand. He backed up; most couldn't see him, let alone touch him, but then again, she was the Queen of Arendelle...

Gently, her soft fingers came to rest upon his cheek, and soon lowered his feet to the ground. Her warm hazel eyes studied him closer, before she dropped into a curtsy. "Your Majes-"

"Thank you, Jack, for saving my daughter." She then straightened, sighing. "We are forever in your debt." He shook his head.

"No, Your Majesty, I was just-" She stepped back, making her way towards her horse and climbing upon it.

"Whatever you desire, young prince, in exchange for saving our Elsa, it is yours." And then, without another word, she was gone.

"Ah, Your Majesty." The trolls bowed their heads towards the queen as she dismounted from her horse and made her way towards them.

"How is she?" All eyes turned to the back of the ruins where the trolls resided. The young princess lay upon her father's cloak, two trolls tending to her; Anna sat by her side, holding tight to her hand.

"She's ice cold, Mama!" Anna cried, tears streaking down her cheeks as she turned back to her sister. "Please wake up, Elsa!" Pabbie, the leader of the trolls, beckoned the royals towards a corner.

"She slipped back into sleep once we arrived." The King informed his wife, taking her hand.

"Will she be okay?" Pabbie sighed, conjuring something before them. Two figures floated before them, silhouettes of a boy and a girl, one in ice skates and the other carrying a shepherd's staff.

"She was saved by Jack Frost, the Winter Prince." Pabbie said, allowing the silhouettes to act out what the king had explained to them. "But she was also cursed by him, unintentionally, but still, cursed."

"Cursed?" The king cried out, shocked. Anna and the others turned at the raised voices.

"How?" The queen asked, glancing over her shoulder at her daughters. Pabbie waved his hand, and the figures shifted, to one kneeling over the other.

"Not necessarily a curse, or a blessing... it seems more to be an unfortunate gift young Jack Frost has bestowed upon her." Pabbie amended, in an attempt to calm the royals down. "As he breathed life back into her body, he unintentionally blessed her with his magic."

"How can you know?" Pabbie turned to the queen, her voice was soft; and though she felt she knew the answer, she wanted to hear it from the troll. His confirmation would force her to accept what she had feared as she rushed to join her family after leaving Jack Frost. The troll turned his attention to the figures floating before them, and he flicked his wrist. The scene changed, to a set of eyes- dark, beautiful hazel eyes, that slowly shifted to a deep ice blue.

"The young princess was born with hazel eyes, and now possesses eyes of-"

"Ice blue." The king whispered; his wife choked on a sob, covering her face with her hands briefly.

"Her powers will grow, and she will have to learn to control them. Fear is her enemy; you must keep her calm. If you must, ask the Winter Court for help, but only as a last resort." The couple nodded, turning back to their children. Anna dabbed a cloth against her sister's forehead, still clutching her hand. "Are we clear, Your Majesties? Unless you see no other option, the Winter Court is not to be involved."

"What about the young prince?" She asked, turning back to Pabbie. "Jack Frost?"

"No. You are to keep the origins of her powers secret, keep the two young royals separated. If you don't, and she discovers who gave her this power, she may very well seek him out, and that could mean war between you and the Winter Court."

"War? But why-" Pabbie nodded, meeting the Queen's eyes.

"Because if the Frost King discovers there is a mortal with such powers, he will seek to destroy her."