Yes, I did just post 3 chapters. I didn't want to only give you a prologue I already had posted somewhere or a musical number consisting of virtually no story, so here's the first actual chapter.
"What are you looking at, Kristoff?" Elsa asked him.
He had been distracted by both her and Anna's beautiful, smiling faces. He knew he wouldn't get in trouble for admitting that, but Anna would probably tease him about getting soft. He couldn't have that. Luckily, Olaf gave him a way out, so he wouldn't have to go through that.
"Behind you." Kristoff pointed.
Elsa and Anna looked in the direction Kristoff had been pointing to see Olaf and Sven fighting over a carrot. By the fact that Olaf didn't have his nose, they guessed that it was the carrot they were fighting over.
Sven was slipping all over the ice while Olaf was trying to use his snowman body to his advantage. Olaf was doing all sorts of silly things to get to his nose first. He first tried to use contort his body to work similar to a train. After that failed, he catapulted his head, with one of his arms on it, over to the carrot.
After a minute of their feud, it appeared that Sven had come out victorious obtaining the carrot and sucking it into his mouth.
Olaf had a very sad look on his face. Looking down, He began to shed tears. Seconds afterword, Sven ran up, carrot still in his mouth, and put it back on Olaf's face where it was supposed to be. Kristoff marveled at how weird it was that his reindeer's best friend, outside of a gruff ice harvester for whom he often acted as a conscious, (which is odd enough as it is) was a living; breathing; and, potentially most jarring, talking snowman.
All of them, Elsa; Anna; Kristoff; Olaf; and Sven, began laughing. After the humor had subsided, Kristoff and Sven went back to work, Elsa and Anna went to the shore of the frozen lake, and Olaf tried to help Kristoff and and Sven but mostly got in the way.
"You've chosen quite a good guy, Anna." Elsa said to her.
"Better than my first." Anna tried to joke, but she sounded more bitter than playful... probably because she was.
Noticing the anger and regret in her voice but not really able to say it was groundless, Elsa began to craft for her sister a snowflake made with precise detail out of her perfect ice; Elsa ignored the pain she felt as she did so.
Elsa didn't know why, but ever since she crafted the ice palace, any time she tried to use her magically perfect ice it hurt although not as much as when she used her magic towards the fire. When she made her ice palace on top of the north mountain, she effortlessly and painlessly crafted flawless ice that would never melt unless she willed it to. When she tried these past few weeks, however, it took all her concentration to do so, and when she did, it hurt.
The amount it hurt depended upon how much ice she was using. The ice she was using to make a palm-sized snowflake felt like a fairly sharp pain all over her body; making something the size of a small room might knock her unconscious; but making another ice castle would definitely kill her if she somehow managed it.
The bright side was that once the ice was crafted, it would stick around indefinitely. She had thrown a few pieces of the ice into the fire in her room. A few days later, she went to make another fire and found that her ice was still fully intact in the fireplace. The only exception to the rule she could remember was when Hans shot the chandelier, but she assumed that it was because it was an extremely thin bit of ice.
Elsa finished the snowflake and handed it to Anna. She smiled, thanked her sister, and put the snowflake in her backpack.
Anna turned away from Elsa. When she turned back, Elsa saw a snowball in her hands. Anna stood up and threw the snowball at Kristoff. It hit him square in the face. Kristoff looked up from from his work in time to see a giggling Anna and Elsa. He and Olaf locked eyes.
Elsa and Anna were too busy laughing to notice what was happening. Before too long, though they became all too aware. At first, all either of them could see was darkness, but soon they heard a voice.
"Kristoff, this feels really weird." It sounded like Olaf.
Elsa and Anna could hear Kristoff laughing. The pulled Olaf's body parts off of themselves.
"You did not just pick a fight with the snow queen." Elsa said as she formed a gigantic snowball above Kristoff.
