Ch2- Meet Elsa

Elsa stretched out across her bed, groaning as the morning rays shone across her face through her small wooden window. She noticed that her bad was cold and stiff again, then realization kicks her square in the gut. She slid across the slippery surface that was once her bed. She huffed as she observed the shiny, ice covered bed of hers. She could control her powers, though, but sometimes dreams can be just so good you get a little too carried away with the story.

Guess I should be a little more careful with sleeping, she thought, chuckling to herself

Elsa stood in front of her mirror, trying her best to straighten back her platinum bed hair with a comb. Then after, she arranged it in a delicate French braid then stuck a blue head band in for good measure. She looked back at herself in the mirror, her crystal blue eyes gazing back at her, showing curiousness and determination. After straightening back her blue dress and slipping on her gloves, she grabbed her woven basket and started heading for the door. Her father stood by the kitchen sink, washing the morning dishes.

"Why, where are you going, dear?" her father asked, softly

"I'm going to the town library, father." She smiled

"Again? It's the 2nd time this week." Her father chuckled

"You know me, papa, I never get tired of that place." She said as she tied her apron around her waist

"Well, be safe darling. And remember, don't let them know." Her father said

Elsa waved goodbye and bounded down her house's porch steps, she gripped her basket tighter while smiling brightly as the morning sun rays shone across her face and body. She inhaled a puff of air. She liked winter mostly, since it was the element of her power, but summer could be nice too.

She smiled as her bird friends flew near her, chirping happily. She held out a hand and one bird tenderly pecked at it.

As she headed to the town, she tucked a strand of hair behind her hair. And she began to sing.

"Little town, it's a quiet village.

Every day, like the one before."

Birds chirped as she sang softly, every creature, human or animal, liked her voice. She crossed the small stone bridge and into Arendelle.

"Little town, full of little people,

Waking up to say…"

Just then, windows and doors open and townspeople sing along. Elsa chuckles at the coincidence.

"Bonjour! Bonjour!

Bonjour! Bonjour!

Bonjour!"

Elsa looks around, smiling as she makes up lyrics about the on-going activities of the townsfolk.

"There goes the baker with his tray like always.

The same old bread and rolls to sell….

Every morning just the same,

Like the morning that we came.

To this poor provincial town."

"Good morning, Elsa!" the baker greeted kindly

"Morning monsieur," she greets back

"Where you headin' to?"

"The library, I just finished the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and a boy and-" she babbled, but she was abruptly stopped.

"That's nice," the baker said, then turning back to his work. "Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!" he hollers into the window

Elsa walks on, while a couple of women gawk at her.

"Look there she goes the girl is strange, no question.

Why is she always wearing gloves?

And I always wonder why,

Whenever she walks by,

A cold premonition passes from her to I

It is certain she is a funny girl indeed."

Elsa hangs by a passing carriage, taking a quick shortcut. The townspeople greet each other.

"Bonjour!

Good day!

How is your family?"

Elsa chuckles as she passes a woman who tries to desperately reach the chicken man while carrying her infants.

"I need… six eggs!

That's too expensive!"

Elsa looks at the poor couple, pitying them when they have so many children. Elsa sings on.

"There must be more than this provincial life!"

Elsa reaches the library and she hops off the carriage. She opens the door and it rings. The old librarian greets her. It's obvious that she's been here many times already.

"Ah, good morning Elsa!" he greets

"Good morning," she greets back. "I've come to return the book that I've borrowed." She handed the book in his weak wrinkly hand. Then she headed towards the bookshelf and started climbing the ladder.

"Finished already?" he asked, smiling

"Oh, I couldn't put it down. And you've got anything new?" she ask, peering into the bookshelf

The old man chuckled. "Not since yesterday."

"That's alright! I'll pick…" she searches through the bookshelf, then pulling out a specific brown bounded book, she hands it to the librarian. "This one!"

"This one…? But you've read it twice!" the man chuckled

"But it's my favorite!" she slides across the shelf using the ladder. "Marvelous places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in the sky!"

The man chuckles once again. "Well, if you like it that much, it's yours!"

"Thank you, monsieur." Elsa says as she walks out. She catches a glimpse of a couple of men peering into the shop; they see her and scramble away innocently. One even had the nerve to wink at her. Elsa scowls, this has happened far too much already.

"Look there she goes

The girl is very peculiar.

She is the prettiest in town.

Elsa dangerously walks while reading. Men villagers help her get to safety.

"We always tried her to look,

But she's always stuck in a book.

Guess that's just the plain old weirdo Elsa."

Elsa walks up to the fountain and she sits on it, a herd of sheep graze over and peeks at what she's reading.

"Oh…

Isn't this, amazing?

It's my favorite part because,

You'll see…."

Elsa excitedly shows the sheep several pages of the book. The sheep absentmindedly takes a bite out of the corner of the page.

"Here's, where she meets Prince Charming…

But she won't, discover that it's him,

Till Chapter 3….."

Elsa walks off, past a boutique shop where a petite bald woman tries on several wigs.

"Now it's no wonder that her name means beauty.

Her looks have got no parallel.

But behind that patter sot,

I'm afraid she's rather cot,

Very different from the rest of us.

She's nothing like the rest of us,

She's different from the rest of us,

She's Elsa."

Meanwhile, a couple of gunshots were heard and a flying goose falls down like an aircraft with a broken engine. It lands on the ground with a plop. Gustav places it innocently in the brown bag.

"Wow, you didn't miss a shot, Hans! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!" Gustav said as he ran towards Hans. He's this really bulky guy with ginger hair and sideburns. He's known around the village as one of the dreamiest of all.

Hans proudly blows the smoke off his gun. "That I am." He smirks

Gustav guffaws. "No beast alive stands a chance against you!" he follows Hans off into the village. "And no girl for that matter."

"It's true, and I've got my sight set on that one." He points to Elsa with his gun.

Gustav looks at him in disbelief. "The inventor's daughter?"

"She's the one, the lucky girl I'm going to marry!" Hans says, proud. (A/N Quite unlucky, I should say. -_-)

"But she's-" Gustav was dropped to the ground

"The most beautiful girl in town!" Hans continues

"I don't know, but-" Gustav gets clonked on the face with Hans' gun

"She's only for the best!" Hans continues. He grabs Gustav by the collar. "And don't I, deserve the best?" he snarls

"O-Of course! I-I mean-"

Hans drops him. Then he sings.

"Right from the moment where I met her, saw her,

I said she's gorgeous and I fell.

In the town, it's only she

Who is beautiful as me. (A/N OH HELL NAW! :()

So I'm making plans to woo and marry her."

Hans looks around, desperately trying to find Elsa, who now was wandering off into the village. Meanwhile, trios of girls admire Hans' looks from afar.

"Look there, he goes,

Isn't he dreamy?

Monsieur, Hans,

Oh he's so cute.

Be still, my heart,

I'm hardly breathing!

He's such a tall and handsome…"

Hans tries to reach Elsa while trying to dodge the busy villagers that were greeting each other all the while.

"Bonjour!

Good day!"

"Excuse me! Please let me pass!" Hans says as he tries to reach Elsa, who was completely clueless as she sings with arms wide open.

"There must be more than this provincial life!"

Hans was still struggling to pass through the villagers.

"Guess what? I'm going to make Elsa my wife!" Hans sings proudly

The villagers all sing in sync.

"Look there she goes; the girl is strange but special.

A very peculiar mademoiselle!

It's a pity and a sin, she doesn't quite fit in.

She really is a funny girl,

A weirdo and a funny girl

She really is a funny girl,

Named Elsa!"

Elsa perks up suspiciously, and then looks behind her just in time for the villagers to act normal once again. Then, Hans walks up to her. "Bonjour, Elsa." He says

"Bonjour, Hans." She says, still in the phase of reading her book. Hans reaches and grabs her book. Elsa's face scrunches up in annoyance. "Hans, give me back my book, please." she says, grabbing for it

"How can you read this crap? There's no pictures in it." He says, observing the book from side to side

"Language, Hans. And, some people don't need pictures. They just use their imagination." She reasons

Hans sighs. "Elsa, it's time for you to get your head out of those books and pay attention to more important matter." Hans tosses the book away and it lands on the mud. Elsa grabs for it, mortified, hoping that it could still be okay. "Like me," he smirks. The girls nearby swoon. (A/N *raises middle finger up* F*** you lover boy!)

"The whole town's talking about it; it's not right for a woman to read. Then she starts to get ideas, and thinking." Hans shudders. (A/N Mainly because you don't think, in general. Geez, why do I hate him so much?)

"So, you're saying that we women are meant to be stupid?" Elsa raises an eyebrow as she cleans the cover of the book (A/N Go beat his little ass, girl!)

Hans sighs, once more. "See? This is the root of reading. You become wittier. You know what, how about we go take a walk into my tavern and look at my collection of trophies…?" he guides her away, Elsa refuses.

"Um, maybe some other time." She says, the girls nearby gasp in shock

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's crazy!"

"He's gorgeous…."

"Please, Hans, I have to get home and help my father, goodbye." Elsa reasons

Gustav magically appears beside Hans. He guffaws. "That crazy old dude, he needs all the help he could get!" He and Hans both laugh (A/N Yeah, like you don't. -_-)

"Don't talk about my father like that!" Elsa scold

"Yeah, don't talk about her father like that!" Hans smacks him upside the head

"My father is not crazy! He's a genius!" Elsa says proudly. Just then, a puff of black smoke emits from Elsa's house not far away. Elsa gasps and head back right away, ready to help her father. Hans and Gustav just kept on laughing.

(Author's Note) Geez, I may have a big dose of 'good at witty comeback' pills today. Oh well, I may have updated too fast, you know? I just wanted to. *shrugs* anyways, hope you like the chapter! See you soon!