A/N: I seriously have no idea on what I'm writing right now that's why I am so confused when some of you lot likes this. But still, I was thinking of a fluff moment for Elsa and the OC. And I think at least some of you'll like it because I like the moment. And YOLO, you'll be having Anna's pov for this chapter. And another reminder:

I made this the longest chapter yet for a Christmas gift to y'all.

Chapter 4

Anna's POV

"Yessss." Kristoff was examining his own reflection at the lake while brushing his matted blonde hair in backward motion. Elsa and I stopped mid-track and exchanged wide-eyed looks.

Elsa leaned in to whisper, "Seriously, is this the young man who will marry my younger sister someday in the future?"

I blushed in embarrassment, "Not to worry, I'll handle this my own. You just stay here and watch for a moment." I added, "You see, sometimes he's as crazy as me."

In quiet footsteps, I sneaked behind him and hid at his back so that he can't see my reflection on the lake. Sven noticed me but kept silent.

"Sven, what do you think? Will Anna like this hairstyle?" Kristoff posed for the reindeer and moved his thick brows up and down three times.

I covered my face to prevent myself from snorting. Then I said, "I think it really really really does not suit you."

"Anna!" he leap on his feet, almost stumbling upon the lake but luckily Sven caught him with his horns.

Kristoff scratched the back of his head, "You know, I was planning to surprise you but then you're the one who surprised me."

"But you see, I'm not in for the surprises right now because he Queen needs your help." I told him. "We need to see your friends."

"Anna's right." Elsa stepped forward, her white hair and some of her black hair glinting in the sunlight, "We need you to take us to see the-" she scanned my face in hope for help.

"The Love Experts." I blurted out.

"The Love Experts." Elsa repeated. I swear that she was trying not to roll her eyes. "Before I start having second thoughts about you dating Anna. I think we must hitch a ride now. Off we go."

Maybe Kristoff isn't keen to disobey the Queen's orders or he just want to have some nice image for Elsa. Either way, we rode on his new sledge. Me being at the center (making your sister be side-by-side with your boyfriend is awkward enough), Kristoff at my left and Elsa at my right.

We began riding off to the Trolls.

"It's a short ride, ladies. But better settle yourselves in." Kristoff reminded us. He instructed Sven to go faster.

I raised my legs on the sledge and landed my eyes above. On cue, the sky turned dark. Aurora spilled the night in glow-y shades of blue, violet and green.

"Beautiful..." I found myself saying.

"But of course, you're beautiful-er." said Kristoff, adding a grin. Good thing Elsa was busy admiring the scenery for her to hear.

I turned beet red, "But my sister here will always be more pretty than me."

Kristoff looked at me as if I was hopeless, "You have your own beauty inside you." he said and started singing. Olaf appeared from behind us, playing a guitar.

"Olaf! I haven't seen you in ages! Where have you been?" I hugged the snowman.

Olaf sneered, "There are some secrets not to be revealed, my fair lady." Kristoff began:

"Other people walk through life where you prefer to skip

And other people watch their step where you most likely trip

Sure, your hair's not perfect

And there's- what's that on your clothes?

Yeah, you're kinda talkative

With freckles on your nose...

But you're you, you're you

And that's what makes me smile

You're you, you're you

So stay that way you are..."

"Aw, Kristoff." I promised to you that I had one of those dreamy faces. From beside me, Elsa coughed. I turned to see her questioning me. I grinned weakly and turned to Kristoff, "But I-"

"You don't have to say you think I know the way you feel

Your face is like an open book. So honest, true and real

Other people lie and cheat

When push may came to shove

But your heart doesn't work like that

So you're the girl I love...

You're you, you're you

That's how I hope to say

You're you, you're you

But anyway, that's all I've got to say..."

At the end of his song, I felt like floating in midair.

"Is it done already?" Elsa was covering her ears, "I think I might throw up."

"Actually, the song is done and we're finally here."

The sledge parked. From a distance, boulders of rocks were scattered around the area. I wanted to see what Elsa's reaction would be. If it was the same as I did.

To my surprise, Elsa held her breath, "This is familiar to me..."

"Familiar?" I knit my brows.

"That's right! This is the place we went when I..." she looked sad for a moment. "when I accidentally made a strand of your hair white."

I frowned, "I don't remember anything."

"Yeah, well. The trolls removed your memory with me and replaced it with new ones while you were asleep. You were small then, Anna." Elsa smiled at me in a bittersweet way.

I wonder how many memories I've had that had been replaced. It was sad to know it. Also the times when she was alone. I looked back at Elsa- who was currently studying the place, perhaps reviving back the memories- and thought, maybe we've wasted a lot, but there are more chances to create the best memorable memories.

At that, I smiled.

Elsa found me smiling, "Why are you beaming at me like that?"

"Nothing."

"Okay guys, get up! We have visitors. Well, not really... but they need your help," Kristoff told the boulder-looking things.

Olaf patted one, "Do you want some warm hug?"

A rumbling sound fetched our ears. The boulders rolled off at the center, and from each popped a small troll.

"Nice seeing you again!" one of the trolls shook my hand with hers. The others did the same thing with Elsa.

"The last time we've gone off here, it wasn't that nice though." Elsa murmured to me.

I shrugged, "Maybe this time, it's different."

The oldest of the trolls stepped in front of us, "What brings you here, Queen Elsa and Princess Anna?"

"My sister's hair is turning black."

Elsa showed him her hair, bowing a little so that he can reach it. Grandpa troll touched and examine it. Kristoff looked closer. I bit my lip, afraid of what he's going to say.

Grandpa troll stared at Elsa sadly. "You are beginning to have your hair natural hair color back. And that could only mean one thing: you are starting to lose your powers."

Elsa's face had gone paler than mine, "Are you sure?" I felt her shaking beside me. For comfort, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Ma-maybe there's some way prevent it? Anything?"

"Seems like you don't want to lose your powers." he said. "There are a lot of certain ways, of course. But first of all, let me show you the curse you bear and how you had gained it."

Above us, a series of images appeared.

My mother was pregnant. Beside her, my father was caressing my mother's womb.

"I'm scared." my mother sobbed, "It might get worse. She might not be a perfect baby."

My father soothed her, "It's going to be alright. We'll find a way."

"I found a cure. Though it may not be the cure you'd like." my father said to her. "Elsa's not going to survive the sickness. We both know it. And only he can give her a life, only in exchange, she will bear a curse that will forever be inside her."

My mother's eyes were sparkling with tears, but still she nodded, "Where is he living?"

"In the Southern Isles."

"Let's visit him."

A dark figure was gliding across a jail. His arms, legs and neck were in cuffs that were attached to the wall.

"Visitors would like to see you." the jail door slid open. My parents stepped in.

"Greatness, sir." my father knelt and bowed, "I would like you to give my fist born child a life. She's dying from a sickness. Please."

The dark figure told them in deep, ever so manly voice: "And what will you give me in exchange?"

"Anything you want, great sorcerer of the Southern Isle."

I felt the dark figure's lips curved in an evil smile, "I would like you to free me in this jail."

My parent's face whitened. My father gulped, but I can prefer that they have no other choice. At last, they spoke, "As you wish."

"Prepare for the curse, because the more your child uses it, the more her life will fade." the dark figure warned and he touched the womb of my mother and cast a spell

A bluish glow brightened the whole jail. A voice of a woman screamed. The guards of the jail yelled, "He's getting out!"

In reality, Elsa dropped to her knees and started crying. And I, can only sob and comfort her.

Sneak peek of what's next: the options to prevent the conflict of Elsa. And I don't like to spoil anymore.

PS: The OC partner would be Han's second oldest brother. Description: Black hair and green eyes (or would you like me to change that? Just tell me on the reviews)

The plot conflict isnt just her hair, there's a lot in my mind actually, and they're so complicated.

BUT YOU CAN SUGGEST A PLOT! NO really, I need it. I recommend you to.

Btw, the song Kristoff sang is in the Frozen official soundtrack. Its really the song Hans would sing for Anna but then got replaced by Love is an Open Door. I dont own it :)