To the guest who gave me the constructive criticism review: I would have sent you this in a PM, but you were a guest so... I HAVE noticed that the plot has been moving a bit fast. In fact, every time I finish a chapter I always go back and I try to add more of his inner thoughts, him noticing details, and such where I can, but I'll admit it's not my greatest strength when it comes to adding/describing details. And as much as I try, I am not a skilled enough writer to make it... longer and deeper like I envision it. But I am trying. Also, ironically, I do have a couple flashbacks coming up in later chapters. I already had them planned out before you even reviewed. So never fear! (And I DO in fact appreciate constructive criticism BTW as long as it's polite, so thank you.)

And to everyone else who has been reviewing and following: thank you so much! Much love!

Also, Merry Christmas to all! I hope you all are enjoying your holidays! :)

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That snowman was not gentle when he picked up Anna and me in one hand and Olaf in the other. Let me tell you, I do not like being manhandled. Oaken had already done it within the last 24 hours. I did not appreciate it happening then, and I did not appreciate it happening now. Anna did not appreciate it either since she protested very loudly the entire way as it carried us all the way down to the main doors.

Once outside, it glared at us. "Go away," it growled in a deep, booming voice.

Then it proceeded to toss us out. We landed on the staircase and had a very bumpy slide on our rears all the way down to the bottom where we crashed into a snowdrift. I attempted to stand up, but then heard Olaf's voice: "Head's up!"

His head came flying in our direction and lodged into the snowdrift Anna and I had crashed into, just above our heads. He was still looking up at the ice palace. "Watch out for my butt!" he cried.

I looked just in time to see the rest of him hurtling towards me. I fell back onto the snow, just avoiding being hit by the flying pieces of his body. Anna looked at Olaf's pieces lodged in the snow drift, then up at the giant snowman who had thrown him there, highly affronted.

She scooped up some snow, forming it into a snowball, and began to march back towards the ice palace, fuming. "It is not nice to throw people!" she shouted furiously.

Whatever she was planning to do could not have a positive outcome. Anna against a giant, menacing snowbeast like that? Not good. It would be better to just move on. I was a bit peeved as well, but you didn't see me trying to provoke it to a fight or something. But nope. That's not how Anna rolled, I was learning. She just always had to do something, no matter what. I kind of liked that about her. But I had to stop her this time.

I grabbed onto her, trying to pull her back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, feisty-pants," I said, "Okay, relax." She struggled against my hold. She was extremely determined to give that snowman a piece of her mind. She began growling at me as well as the snowman. I tightened my grip and held her back, blocking her throwing arm. "Just calm down. Calm down," I told her.

She began to relax slightly as I held her, and I loosened my grip. "Just let the snowman be," I told her.

She took a deep breath and began to turn away. "Alright. I'm calm."

I let go of her and began to turn back to the snowdrift. "Great," I said, satisfied.

However, I should not have given up so easily, because as soon as I turned away, Anna suddenly chucked the snowball at the snowman as hard as she could.

"Oh come on!" I groaned.

I watched as the snowball sailed up the steps and hit the snowman in the shoulder. It did not make even the slightest mark. In fact, if the snowman had not been staring at us when it happened, I bet it probably would not have even noticed. However, it did notice and it was not pleased. In fact, it was furious. It roared down at us, ice spikes appearing on its joints.

"Oh great. See? Now you've made him mad!" I told Anna.

Now we had to get out of there and fast. I quickly helped Anna to her feet and began to run, pushing Anna along with me. "I'll distract him, you guys go," Olaf said from the snowdrift.

Anna and I ran until we came to a steep slope. We had no choice, with the giant snowbeast right behind us, we jumped and began sliding down. I straightened my legs and crossed my arms across my chest for maximum speed. I could hear Anna tumbling around behind me, grunting with each bump. Well, at least she was moving.

I reached the bottom first and quickly stood up, but was immediately knocked over by a sliding Anna. The snowman merely leapt over the slope and landed at the bottom, right behind us. He roared loudly.

I scrambled to my feet, pulled Anna to hers and quickly began running again. We ran at top speed down the mountain and through the trees, the snowman right behind us. He was gaining on us. After all, he did have a much larger stride than us. How did I get myself into these situations?

Anna suddenly stopped at a tree that was bent all the way over to the ground because of the snow piled on top of it. Why was she stopping? Didn't she notice the rather enormous, extremely terrifying snowman on our tails that could easily crush us with one of his feet?

"What are you doing!?" I cried.

She was lying flat on her back at the tip of the tree, pulling. As the snowman approached, she let go of the tree. It bounced forward like a catapult and hit the snowman smack in the face. It roared and fell backwards.

Wow, what a setback for him. How did she know to do that? I was impressed for umpteenth time that day. I grinned at Anna as she caught up to me. "Oh ho ho!" I laughed.

"I got him!" she laughed proudly, clapping her hands giddily.

I grabbed Anna by the shoulders pulling her to an abrupt stop. Because we suddenly came to the edge of a very high cliff with a sudden drop. "Whoa! Stop!" I said.

Anna looked over the edge. "It's a hundred foot drop."

"It's two hundred," I corrected her, pulling my rope out of my bag.

I quickly tied it around my waist then around hers. I tightened the knot and she cried out, "Ow!"

I heard the snowman roar in the distance. He was coming. We didn't have a lot of time. I quickly pulled the pick axe out of my bag and began to carve a rough "U" into the snow.

"What's that for?" Anna asked.

"I'm digging a snow anchor," I told her.

"Okay," Anna said, "What if we fall?"

I stuck the remaining rope into the "U". It had been a while since I had used a snow anchor. Hopefully it would hold.

"There's twenty feet of fresh powder down there," I told her, "It'll be like landing on a pillow... hopefully."

It had also been a while since I fell off a two hundred foot cliff onto powder. Actually, I had never done that. The highest I had fallen was about fifty feet. So maybe it would still catch our fall even from so high... Maybe? I really just said that to make her feel better. We could probably die if my snow anchor didn't hold. Death by falling or death by giant angry snowman? Take your pick!

I heard another roar and looked up. I could see the trees in the distance moving, indicating that the snowman was getting closer.

I threw the other end of the rope over the edge of the cliff and pulled it tight into the snow anchor. It felt secure enough. "Okay, Anna. On three," I said, "One..."

Anna began to bounce in place, pumping herself up, "Okay. you tell me when. I'm ready to go."

"Two..." I continued.

"I was BORN ready!" she declared, barely able to contain herself.

"Calm down," I told her. I had never seen anyone so anxious to jump off a cliff.

A tree suddenly came flying from over the other trees and landed just in front of us, showering me with snow.

"TREE!" I heard Anna shout from behind me.

I turned to look just in time to see Anna leap over the edge. "What the-?" I managed to say before being yanked along with her.

We fell several feet before the rope pulled tight in the snow anchor. I grunted as it caught us. I really had no words and only managed: "That happened."

Not very intelligent, I know, but I had just been yanked off a cliff and did not really have time to pull my thoughts together. At least my snow anchor was holding, that was something to be grateful for. I began to lower us down.

After a moment, I heard a squeal from above. I looked up and saw Olaf go flying past us. "Olaf!" Anna cried.

I watched him hit a protruding rock just below us, completely dismember, and then continue falling. "Hang in there, guys!" he shouted at us as all his parts disappeared.

If Olaf was flying off cliffs, that must mean that the snowbeast was now at the top. I mean, Olaf did some pretty weird things, but I didn't think he would jump off a cliff of his own free will. Anna came to this conclusion as well. She began to urge me to go faster. We were only halfway down. I did try, but one could only go so fast when you had one rope and two people to worry about without plummeting to the ground and possibly our deaths.

However, my progress was suddenly cut short as we began to move upwards rather than down. "Wait, what?" Anna asked.

We both looked up and saw two large hands made of snow, hanging onto the rope, reeling us up. Now what do we do? I tried to come up with something. I looked down at Anna and saw her trying to undo the knot around her waist. I tried to reach down to help, but as the rope waved around, so did we, and my head suddenly came into contact with the cliff face. Hard.

Everything became very fuzzy and disoriented. I am sorry to say that I cannot tell you what happened in the story for a bit since I did actually black out.

I can't have been out for more than a minute, because as my eyes fluttered open, I distinctly heard the sound of a knife being pulled from its shaft. At least, I think that's what it was. Then I was falling. That was the first thing I was truly aware of. Falling down, down, down. And yes, I screamed. I could hear Anna screaming as well.

Then everything stopped.

I opened my eyes. I was completely engulfed by snow. White everywhere and cold, cold, COLD! I came to the realization that I was lying flat on my back. It was all coming back to me now. We had fallen off a two hundred foot cliff after being chased by a giant snow monster. Hey, I had just been hit in the head, give me a break for being a little slow.

I was alive though. I had fallen off a two hundred foot cliff and lived! I had been right after all. Landing on the powder, even from such extraordinary heights, would work.

I suddenly heard Olaf's muffled voice screaming above me: "I can't feel my legs! I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!"

I could feel someone holding onto my boots and shaking them desperately. I sat up, spitting snow out of my mouth. Olaf's upper half was sitting on top of me, clinging to my boots which were already sticking up out of the snow. "Those are my legs," I told him.

Olaf's lower half suddenly came waddling by. He perked up at the sight of it. "Ooh, hey! Do me a favor, grab my butt!" he said to me.

I grabbed it, then picked up his other half and set them both together. He sighed in content. "Ah, that feels better," he said.

Sven appeared behind me, and Olaf grinned. "Hi, Sven!" he turned away just as Sven tried to take a bite out of his nose, missing it. "He found us!"

Olaf hugged him, cooing in the most ridiculous voice I had ever heard, "Who's my cute little reindeer?"

Disgusted, I pushed Olaf back, "Don't talk to him like that."

Olaf just laughed and toddled away.

I then noticed Anna nearby, her entire lower half completely buried in the powder, struggling to free herself. She grunted and twisted, attempting to pull herself out, but to no avail. I stood up and walked over to her. "Here," I said, grabbing her under the arms.

With ease, I pulled her straight up out of the powder and set her on her feet. "Whoa!" she exclaimed.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Thank you," she said, smiling at me.

I smiled back, meeting her gaze. Actually, I think now was probably the first time I had ever really looked at her properly. She actually had strikingly beautiful blue eyes. And I found myself just sort of getting lost... in... them...

"How's your head?" she asked, reaching up and touching the spot that I had banged on the cliff.

Sharp pain spread from her touch and I winced. "Ah! Ooh!" I cried, but immediately caught myself and tried to play it off with a small laugh, "Uh, it's fine. I'm good. I've got a thick skull."

I smiled at her again and she returned it. We ended up staring once again. We probably would have done so for a long time if Olaf had not had his input of: "I don't have a skull... or bones."

After our second little stare-off, I began to realize that maybe my fondness for her was growing beyond just admiration, and that maybe it was showing too. But, no. No! Pfft! That was ridiculous. Right? I don't know! It was all so confusing. Anna was a fantastic girl and I really liked her. More than I had ever liked anyone before. But how do you even decide how much you like someone?

At the moment, I decided to turn my focus on to our next step in our crazy adventure. Anna always was the one with the plan, so I turned to her. "So..." now I just felt kind of awkward talking to her after my little feelings fiasco, "So now what?"

"Now what?" she repeated coyly, almost not hearing me, but then my words fully processed in her head and panic suddenly took over, "Now what!? Ohhhh! What are we going to do? She threw me out! I can't go back to Arendelle with the weather like this! And then there's your ice business-"

I couldn't help smiling at her concern. I held up my hands trying to calm her. "Hey, don't worry about my ice business," I told her. And you know something? I was actually being genuine.

Something caught my eye in her hair. Her white streak was... was it getting thicker? It was. It was spreading over more of her hair. I stared at it. "Worry about your hair," I told her.

She frowned at me. "What? I just fell off a cliff! You should see your hair."

"No. Your's is turning white," I said.

"White? It's..." She picked up her right braid to look and watched as an entire tendril turned white. Almost the entire right side of her head was now the same color as the snow around us.

I remembered what I saw back in the ice palace. "It's because she struck you, isn't it?"

Anna looked from her hair to me. "Does it look bad?" she asked with some worry.

I contemplated it for a moment. The white was a strange sight, but she could never look bad. "No," I said.

Olaf raised his head up in between us. "You hesitated," he said.

"No! I-I-I didn't!" I stammered.

I looked back at Anna. The white in her hair, suddenly sparked a memory. The night I first met my family, I had watched Grandpappie heal a girl with a white streak in her hair, exactly like Anna's. I tried to think, it was so long ago, who were those people? There had been four of them; a mother, father, and two girls. Hang on!

I suddenly remembered... They had called them "your majesties". That little girl who had been healed that night had been Anna! Wow. I could not believe it took me so long to realize it. I knew that white streak had seemed familiar. That settled it then. If Grandpappie had healed her then, then surely he could help her now!

"Anna," I said, "You need help. Come on."

I began to walk. Olaf happily began to follow, "Okay! Where are we going?" he asked.

"To see my friends," I replied, picking up my hat which was lying nearby.

"The love experts?" Anna asked, also beginning to follow.

"Love experts!?" Olaf repeated excitedly.

"Yes," I said, "And don't worry. They'll be able to fix this."

"How do you know?" Anna wondered.

I looked back at her. "Because I've seen them do it before."

"I like to consider myself a love expert," Olaf said to Sven.

I led the way, marching through the deep powder. Now the next step in our crazy journey: the Black Mountains.