Author's note- For the past few days I have been cold, sick and tired. (I also never seemed to run out of complaints.) So I haven't been able to update as much as I would like to, but I have done a lot of thinking about this story and it's lack of a plot. I hope that you will enjoy the twist I am about to place upon the entirety of Frozen.

(Anna's POV)

The first thing that I noticed was pain. An incredible force the penetrated all parts of me, and flowed through my bones. I noticed no senses. My eyes deceived me and at times spoke not at all. My ears relayed only the sound of an infinite shriek, one that could force an army to run away. My tongue tasted only blood, and my nose bore no semblance of being attached, aside from the white hot agony issuing from it like every other part of my body.

"This must be what it is like to be burned alive." I thought to myself. It was an incredible feeling that seemed to tear me from all previous misconceptions. I believed that when it was my time to die, I would do it gracefully and full of humor, holding on to my personality until the end. It appeared that the cruelty of fate would shine through again. First the deaths of my parents, second the death of my love, and lastly the death of me.

Previously the concept of death frightened me. I didn't understand if darkness, light, or nothing at all would follow this world. I wondered if as soon as I died, it would be as if I never existed. A consciousness lost to time. Now I felt myself yearning for it.

I had witnessed death in my time, and it always seemed that the person would reach into their mind and leave of their own free will, but my body refused to cooperate. Despite all yearnings my body refused to free me from this infinite and endless pain. My mind flashed through still images of my life, pausing upon things of importance, allowing me to relive my life in the brief moments I was sure that I had left.

It has been a good life, but why won't it end? I begged and pleaded to every god and every legend I could thinks of, but the fury that seemed to tear at my very soul never relented. After what felt like a lifetime, but could have only been a few minutes, the pain in my body vanished all at once. Although control was slow to return to my body, I was able to notice that I felt much different than before.

In my chest I felt a heat similar to my heart, beat in rhythm to my thoughts. Somehow my arms and legs felt stronger, beyond anything that I had ever felt before. Whereas I should have been terrified, and trying to come to terms with the horrific agony I had just faced, all that I felt was calm.

My eyes fluttered open to reveal a hut of some sort, although it was formed in a shape like the which I had never seen. Jagged dark stone ran up the walls and up a slated ceiling that ended in a point in the center of the hut. Inbetween the strips of darkness ran a white stone with holes punctuating it's surface. Despite the rough materials, the small hut felt fit for a king, and I felt ill at ease residing inside of it. As if I was trespassing upon a sacred site.

I looked to the furniture and I noticed that very little existed, although a few things were hastily added to accommodate a human inhabitant. Food rested upon a stool, and a basin sat directly opposite of the bed. the bed was of a make that most nobles would pay their kingdoms and their wealth just for a chance to rest upon it. The material looked like wool but was softer and more delicate. I absentmindedly found myself running my hands amongst the sheets marveling at their comfort. In any other situation I would be afraid and confused, but for some reason I felt at home here. In an act that took no energy, nor the slightest premeditation, my arms lept out and shifted the sheets. I marveled for a moment at my speed, but what intrigued me the most was that I saw every slight movement. What I used to have to strain to see now came to me naturally. From ten feet away I could count the particles of dust sitting inside of a hole in the stone.

I pushed myself out of the bed, and stood upon the floor. I wobbled for a moment, but then held my footing with more strength than ever before. I remembered how my body seemed to reject all action. As I gazed back through my memories, a type of fuzziness surrounded them. Vivid situations as captured by weak eyes.

I looked to the right and noticed a stone door, almost lost behind the infinite beauty that was this hut. I walked to it, and for the first time since I had awoken I felt nervous. Nevertheless, I shoved the door open, but was surprised when the hinges shattered and the door flew back, as if it were an animal frightened of human touch. I stepped outside, and a blast of sunlight blinded me, I hadn't noticed that there was no light in the room until I could see the full force of the sun. It was strange, I could see without flaw in the darkness.

Once my eyes adjusted, I was not surprised to see that my excellent vision extended past the darkness. I saw a large wide stone circle, with occasional rocks jutting out of the ground as if attempting to fly with the birds above, and the dragons of legend. Gazing out past the top of the volcano, I learned that I could see for a seemingly infinite distance in every direction,I felt as if the world had shrunk and I was it's master.

Focusing back on the top of the volcano, I noticed Dáskalos sitting calmly as if everything was as expected, and Elsa standing awestruck. She quickly recovered, and said with a wide smile that I hadn't seen in months, "Pity, I thought that you would like the hut."

Surprising myself I added "Well I did, but I felt like the door was too bland. I thought that we could redecorate." She began to laugh and I soon joined in. I had never noticed before, but her laugh was the purest and most joyful sound I had ever heard. Soon we were both laughing gleefully, our voices were bells upon the wind and nothing could remove our happiness.

Once we recovered, she came over and draped her arms around me. "well, you sound like you've recovered." She said, relief filling her voice. " I have been listening to you scream like you were being hacked to death by murderers for the past two weeks. Although Dáskalos explained to me what has happening, I still couldn't help but check on you every hour."

I suddenly realized that Dáskalos knew that this would happen, he sentenced me to a fate worse than death for two weeks! I turned to him, as rage filled my heart and every piece of me grew red hot. Without thinking, I ignited my hand and stormed over to him.

"Give me one good reason that I shouldn't kill you for what you have done to me." I whispered to me, filling every word with as much venom as I could muster.

Calmly he whispered back, betraying no wishes to confront nor any anger "Because of that." He gestured to my blazing palm. Unlike before when I noticed that my body was on fire, I did not scream nor yell. I felt every tongue and tendril as if it were a finger and it acted as such.

I retracted my power, without as much effort as one would use to blink, and I sat down. He took my retraction as a sign that I was ready to listen, so he began an explanation that destroyed all perceptions that I had conceived.

"The magical and physical have more similarities than one would believe. Every aspect in the physical world, has a counterpart in the magical world. The same is true in reverse. Neither one can exist calmly without the other. Millenia ago, before the birth of your world, there existed only magic" He began.

"How did the magic get there" I interjected.

"You humans always know the hardest questions, but please refrain from interrupting me I will try the best I can to explain. In response to your question, not much is really known. Perhaps it has always been there, and perhaps it never existed and we are all non existent beings content to live out lives that do not matter, or perhaps an army of fairies carried that magic upon their backs through a thousand worlds, but settled on this one. We do not know, but what we do know, I will tell you.

"In this time, magic flew freely, bound by nothing. Chaos ensued as the five spirits of magic battled for control. Solis, the most powerful, sought only to preserve peace. Pruina, the being of water and frost, sought to rid the world of fire. Solumque, the being of fire and lava, sought to rid the world of water and frost. Petra, the being of stone and earth, and Ventus, the being of air and storms, were forced to choose sides. Ventus sided with Pruina, and Petra with Solumuque. Their battles were terrible.

"Solis understood that the nature of these skirmishes were nearing the point of infinite destruction, so he scattered balls of light and heat across the universe, not to be outdone the lesser beings did the same, scattering their respective element across the skies. All four settled upon the land in which you now sit. Petra cast rolling seas of stone around the world. Ventus filled the skies with air, and placed plants and animals upon the earth to protect it. Pruina surrounded the world in oceans deeper and wider than any could perceive. Lastly Solumque brought forth the first human, and sent her into the world.

"The planet we reside upon is in the midst of a battle of epic proportions. It has been decreed that the victor of this world shall have them all, and Solis can do naught to stop them. His power has only weakened over the years, and the lesser gods have only gained strength. This world, despite being intended to be a battle of the natural elements, is one fought with all creatures as pawns. In every epicenter of power, a god has placed a creature of immense power, bound only by the crystal which gives them strength.

"Although enough of these dark things, you must be wondering about your place in the mess that is ethereal politics, and all of that will be explained in due time."

He stopped speaking and for a moment all I felt was a crushing fear. My muscles tightened, and my heart increased to an abnormal rate. All of this time Elsa and I were just pawns to be guided by some force that we have never seen. I glanced over at Elsa and saw my emotions displayed on her face. She had never heard of this story. Looking back at Dáskalos saw a dark sadness stretch over his eyes. He looked like a man being led to his execution. He spoke very quickly.

"Solumque is angry at me for revealing these things to you, so I shall make myself brief. I have sensed trouble brewing in Arendelle for some time now. Rush there and protect your home. Elsa remember what I thought you, and reveal the true circumstances of your parents death to Anna, she deserves to know." A fierce scream escaped his body as a piece was torn away, revealing a molten center. "It is up to the two of you to fix that which has never been whole. You play a larger part than anyone could have imagined. Do not trust the souls draped in black. When all seems lost, go to the lakes of Kilcresh and you will find that which your heart most desires." Another scream escaped him, as part of his face tore off and flew into the heavens. "Elsa, when your power is insufficient, find those which have save your sanity and preserve them...they will give you what you need. Farewell." With one final scream his body erupted into a blast of light, once the light settled down nothing but ash remained.

I stood dumbfounded, but Elsa seemed to have expected this. She turned to me, with sorrow in her eyes and said. "It is time for us to go, we have a long journey ahead of us."