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Chapter 6

The Trolls

Arendelle, Norway. May 29, 1793.

A small boy, no older than eleven was riding his mini sled with a few ice blocks attached to it, were on their way to deliver ice to a trading shop with an attached sauna, promising the dilivery before midnight. The boy was humming a tune, one that all the other Ice Harvesters sang when gathering the ice.

"Born of cold and winter air

and mountain rain combining,

This icy force both foul and fair

has a frozen heart worth mining,

So cut through the heart, cold and clear,

Strike for love, and strike for fear,

see the beauty sharp and sheer,

split the ice apart,

and break the frozen heart!"

A loud snorting sound interrupted the boy, and he looked down annoyed at his reindeer companion, "Oh, be quiet Sven. I know you like that song too."

The reindeer replied with his snorting and mooing, causing the little boy to laugh, "Yea, yea, alright Sven, you can sing too."

"Hup, Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!

Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold!

Ice has a magic can't be controlled,

Stronger that one, stronger than ten,

Stronger than a hundred men! Ho!

Born of cold and winter air

and mountain rain combining,

This icy force both foul and fair

has a frozen heart worth mining,

So cut through the heart, cold and clear,

Strike for love, and strike for fear,

see the beauty sharp and sheer,

split the ice apart,

and break the frozen heart!"

Both the boy and his companion finished the song as they pulled up to the trading shop, their singing announcing their arrival for them. A large, but young looking man opened the door to the building and walked out onto the porch. The man was probably 6'3" and still growing, muscular, had redish hair, and looked like he was still trying to grow a mustache.

"Yoo-Hoo! Good to see you again!"

"Oh, Hello Mr. Oaken! I have the ice for you." The boy beamed as he stood up from his sled.

"Wonderful! And early too, Kristoff."

"Of course Mister Oaken. Do you want me to move the ice to your cellar?" Kristoff asked, cutting the ropes that held the small pile of ice blocks in place.

"Yes, that would be wonderful!" He exclaimed, as he moved to help the young boy move the ice to the stores cellar. After that was done, Mr Oaken handed him some money and bid him a farewell, but not before handing him a jar of lutefisk along with the money. It was well past midnight when Kristoff finally got back on the road to get home. Kristoff was used to these late nights, as it came with Ice harvesting. They had to start cutting the ice while it was still thin, but sturdy enough to hold everyone on it, then cut it through the late evening and into the night so that the ice blocks wouldn't melt on the way back down the mountain. Because of these odd hours, Kristoff and his reindeer Sven had become accustom to the late nights as it was part of the job. His family being trolls, were usually more awake during the night anyways, so it worked out best for everyone.

Tonight, however, was one he was never going to forget. On their way home, they spotted an ice trail. Real ice, and Kristoff knew after working with ice for as long as he had, that it was not cold enough, or wet enough for the ice to form, thus it interged him. As they followed it for a while, they noticed that it was heading in the direction of their home.

"Come on Sven!" Kristoff shouted, excited with the ice trail, but slightly worried that it was headed in the direction of his family. It didn't take long for them to catch up to the people creating the ice trail, and when they did, Kristoff recognized the royal seal they both had on their cloaks, and continued to follow the royal family back to his home...

Arendelle, Norway. May 30, 1793.

It was the early hours of the morning when the royal family finally arrived to the Valley of the Living Stone, and while the ride didn't take as long as they thought it would, it was still a hour ride by horseback putting the King and Queen in a fearful state, hoping that they weren't too late to save both of their daughters. Being in such a state, neither noticed the small trail of ice that followed them, nor the blond haired boy and his pet reindeer. The King and Queen quickly dismounted their steeds, running to the center of the small auditorium, moss and dirt covering the stones, as well as boulders that littered the area. Elsa stirred in the Queens arms, slowly waking up while Anna did not, which further worried the parents.

"Please, help! My daughters!" The King called out, hoping that someone would hear him and come to save his two little girls. Almost immediately, the boulders began to move, as if they were alive, and rolled down to the royal family, surrounding them before taking their true form.

Trolls.

"It's the King?" One said in confusion, as gasps of shock and confusion filled the surrounding air. Elsa opened her eyes to see many more looking straight at her, and she let out a small gasp of fear, causing the ground to freeze under her and her parents, as well as the air to drop twenty degrees as she buried her head into her mother's shoulder. The trolls stepped back at the display of power, whispering amongst themselves until an older troll limbered forward, his green mossy cape and grass like hair shifting slightly with each step, but wisdom and understanding radiated from him at the same time.

When he finally reached the small family in the center of the auditorium, her reached for the young blond girls shoulder before looking to the king, "Born with the power or cursed?" He asked, knowing that this answer was vital in what he could do to help the family.

"Ah born, a-and they're getting stronger." The King stated, stuttering ever so slightly, mostly likely due to never being asked the question, or having to answer one like it. The Elder Troll nodded before moving over to the older daughter, motioning for her to be brought down to his level. They were lucky she was born with them, otherwise there would not be much he could do to help. Reaching towards the child, he sensed the magic swirling around in her head, and it intensified as he placed his hand over her forehead.

"You are lucky it wasn't her heart, the heart is not so easily changed. But, the head can be persuaded…" He explained, using small gestures with his hands.

"Do what you must." The King nodded urgently, knowing that these trolls could save his daughter.

"Normally, I would recommend removing all magic, including memories of magic just to be safe… But with her age and knowledge, it will be difficult to do so and keep it that way. Large parts of her childhood would be missing and blurry, and she would know something was amiss. If she was younger she would never notice the difference or ever remember the truth, but… not now." The Elder Troll explained, thinking on how he could help the family.

"So, what can you do?" The Queen asked, scared for her daughter's life.

"I can remove the magic, and give her the false memories if that is still what you wish." He explained.

"Of course, anything to save her." The King nodded in understanding. The Elder Troll proceeded, pulling a blue sphere out of the girls head, waving his hands he quickly changed all that was needed before returning the blue sphere to the older girls head, "She will be okay, but remember, your Majesty, this is only a temporary solution, and she will eventually remember the truth."

No one noticed Elsa turning her head to watch the display of magic, and being only six years old, she didn't fully understand what was happening, only that she had powers and that she had hurt her sister with them. And she didn't fully understand that.

"But what about her?" Elsa asked, her lip quivering in fear. They all turned to look and the platinum blond haired girl, wondering how much she understood.

"It'll be okay Elsa. Your sister will be fine." The King shushed.

"What happened to her?" Elsa asked, confused as to why they were here in the first place but scared for her sister's well-being as well.

"You don't remember?" The King asked in shock, his expression being mimicked by his wife and all the trolls that could hear his question. The Elder Troll frowned as he examined the younger girls head.

"She has suffered from a terrible blow to the head, and her memories have been distorted…"

"Can you help her as well?" The King asked urgently.

"I cannot. Even my abilities have there limits, but I can tell you she will heal fine on her own in due time. The mind is a powerful thing on it's own, and its nature is naturally complicated. I'm sorry, I wish I could do more."

"It's okay Elsa, everything will be fine." He reassured, before turning to the troll, "Right?"

"Listen to me, Elsa." The Troll began, turning to recreate a vision he had seen of the young girl, "Your power will only grow and there is great beauty, but also great danger. You must learn to control it. Fear will be your enemy." The Troll finished, hoping that the family would understand that her powers were not something to be afraid of, but to be nurtured and loved. After all, it is love that thaws the ice. Elsa seemed to fear herself even more, whimpering as she turned to her mother's shoulder again for protection.

"No! We'll protect her, she can learn to control it I'm sure." The King stated firmly, leaning towards his wife to protect Elsa as well, "Until then, we'll lock the gates, reduce the staff, and limit her contact with people. Keep her powers hidden from everyone else." The King sighed before continuing, "Even keeping Anna away until Elsa can control them."

The Elder Troll only nodded in sadness, knowing that the way they were going to deal with the situation wasn't going to make anything better, and the vision he had shown to the family was going to come to pass. Him and the rest of the trolls watched as the King and his family mounted their horses and rode back to their kingdom.

"Grand Pabbie, why didn't you tell them the truth in the vision?" one of the younger trolls asked.

"It was not my place to tell them how to raise their children, even if they are going to teach the young princess to fear her powers." The Elder Troll, Grand Pabbie, explained. His facial features dropping into a frown of sadness and heartbreak for the family. Another member of the family was going to ask a question when a strange voice over powered the said troll.

"Wow! Does he do that all the time?!"

"Who was that? It almost sounded like Kristoff." Asked a different troll, murmurs began to ripple through the group, all turning towards the source of the sound. At the top of the western side of the valley, a small blond boy and his reindeer were being shushed by a female troll who stood between the two.

"Bulda? Is that you, Kristoff, and Sven?" Grand Pabbie called out, unimpressed. Kristoff hopped over a rock and skidded down to where everyone else was, a large grin plastered on his face as he did so.

"Grand Pabbie! It's good to see you!" He stated as he stopped in the middle of the group. Before he could ask his next question, one that Bulda had not answered for him, all the other trolls began to jump and dance in glee with his arrival.

"Kristoff's home!" They all shouted at the same time. Needless to say, his question was never really answered, but Kristoff was never going to forget that day, because it was the first time he ever saw Grand Pabbie use his healing magic to save someone's life.

Alright, so for some notes before you all go crazy on me:

1) I don't know how ice harvesting works, and I and going off of what I saw in the movie and making a general assumption on how the ice harvesters would work and why they worked when they did.

2) I don't know much about trolls, so they are going to be somewhat nocturnal, thus making a lot of sense when it comes to Kristoff being only a child and ice harvesting at night. Because normal parents would want to have the kid in bed around 8-9 at night, and not 2-3 in the morning.

3) Technically, yes, Grand Pabbie can heal Elsa even though in the story he says he can't. I'm using the guise that because Elsa will heal fine on her own, his magic wouldn't do much to aid the process, thus giving him limits and not being an all powerful sorcerer. I mean honestly, the legend of him in the book that the king has in is study is probably talking about Grand Pabbie as a grand healer of magic and incurable things, most likely poisons and diseases, not a simple bump on the head.

Well, that's it for now I think... I'll see you all at the next chapter! Bye!