Alright. So, I got a review asking a good question. Here it is: "Hai I have a question :)
There was a point in the story where Elsa is pained at the use of her magic, and I know that now we're at a kind of past event in the story, but will what I mentioned earlier turn up again later in the story? I just thought that you brought an interesting point in the story earlier, and I'm very curious.
I'm sorry I don't review as often, but I'm still out there reading your wonderful chapters! :)
-Olo Eopia03" And I am going to answer that question here since I don't plan to do much more with that concept until the end of this story. And even then, I kind of want it to be a little bit of a mystery to my characters. Basically, in my Frozenverse, every power has different forms. Take Elsa's ice ability. It has a passive form, (Immunity to extreme temperatures.) an active form, (Controlling ice and snow, controlling cold weather, phasing through ice, etc.) and a "final" form/perfect form. (creating beautiful ice that will never melt and creating snow-based life.) The thing with the perfect form is that you can only discover it when you are of a pure heart. When Elsa ran away, there was nothing but excitement, freedom, and the wonder of a child in her mind. This enabled her to discover the perfect form; however, even though she knows about it, she needs to have that pure heart in order to use it without intense pain. I hope that made at least a little bit of sense.
The next day...
Elsa sat in her room trying not to freeze everything she touched. It had gotten much more difficult after the events of the day before. Elsa wished that she could honestly say she wholly blamed her parents. Of course, they lied to, and kept her from, Anna, but they had done it for everyone's good. And Elsa couldn't blame anyone but herself that they had even gotten caught. She'd been stupid. Throwing the snow out the window for anyone to come across and tell the king, down to telling Anna to spy on their parents.
'How could I have thought that was a good idea?' She thought to herself. 'We already knew they suspected something. Anna even knew it wouldn't help anything to hear their suspicion from their own mouths, so what could have come out of that except us getting caught.'
Elsa was brought out of her thoughts by a noise at her door. the familiar sound of Anna's body thudding against the door, and the sound of her sliding down into a sitting position.
"Elsa?" Anna asked. She wasn't expecting a reply, and she didn't get one.
"I know I generally do these little talks on special occasions, but I forgot to on my birthday. I'm sorry. Unless, of course, you do hate me. In which case, I'm sorry I'm here at all. Whether or not you hate me, I think I'd come anyway. I can't really explain it, but I feel close to you when I do this. I almost feel like I did back then."
Anna had a soft smile on her face. Little did she know how close she actually was to her sister. Elsa was leaning against the door just as her sister was. There were mere inches between them. Elsa periodically looked through the keyhole of the door to see the back of her sisters head. Even while only being able to see Anna's red hair, Elsa loved the vision. Any sight of her sister was a good sight to see.
Elsa's room began to freeze over. Anna didn't seem to notice the drop in temperature.
Elsa almost wished that she could run away. Well she could, but she was a 13 princess. Where would she go where she'd be safe, but also where no one would send her back to her home? Elsa heard Anna's voice again after a minute or so of silence.
"Well. I'd better go. If dad catches me here he'll be mad."
'No kidding.' Elsa thought as she heard Anna get up and walk away from the door.
That night, a tall blonde man was sneaking through the kingdom of Arendelle. He was making his way toward the castle. He waited patiently for a long time so as to get used to the rounds the guards made so that he could sneak right past them. It was surprisingly simple. For being grown men, this young one had outsmarted them stupidly easily. He made his way to the back of the castle, to its most secluded edge.
He had to make a decision.
The second floor of the castle most likely held the royal family and was farther from the kitchen, which was his desired destination, but would likely have less guards to hear him break in. The first floor, however, would be much closer to the kitchen, but would likely have more servants and guards hanging about. He decided on the second floor. The factor that pushed him into doing that was that he really liked climbing. After ten minutes of climbing and three times of losing his grip, he finally made it to the window of the secluded room of the second floor of the castle. Now came the difficult part. Using a crowbar, he forced the window open, breaking the locking mechanism in the process.
'Hopefully no one will notice that.' He thought.
He slowly and silently pushed the window out of his way as to grant himself access. Once it had been opened enough such that he could slide through the window, he did. He closed the window behind him and waited for a few seconds to let his eyes adjust slightly to the dimer light in the room. After he'd waited just enough time to be able to see the door, he sneaked toward it. After what felt to him like minutes his silent footsteps had brought him to the door. His hand reached out and grabbed it. Next, he began the process of turning it. It didn't turn.
"Good job." The blonde whispered to himself. "You picked a room in the castle that's locked."
"Who's there?"
"And one that has a girl in it."
"I asked who you were!" She said, frightened.
'Understandable.'
"My name is Garret." The blonde answered. "Might I ask your name?"
He tried to act as much like he wasn't a thief as possible.
"No." The girl responded.
"Well, that's rude." He said nonchalantly.
"So is breaking into my bedroom." She countered.
"Feels more like a prison. Who locks the door to their room all night?" He asked.
"... My- I do."
"You hesitated."
"What? No, I didn't."
Garret's eyes had fully adjusted to the dark and now he could vaguely see the smallish girl with platinum blonde hair.
"Yes, you did. I'm pretty sure you're lying, So why don't you just tell me what's going on, Elsa?"
"How do you know me?"
"You're the princess of Arendelle. Once I could actually see you, how could I not know you?" Elsa changed the subject after that.
"So why are you here?" She asked.
He sighed. "I am a thief. I am dirt poor, and I was coming in here to steal something to eat. Now what's the story with you?"
"I should get the servants to throw you into the dungeon."
"I haven't stolen anything."
"You've broken into my room."
"Is it illegal to break into a prison cell?"
"It's not prison cell."
"Then prove me wrong. Tell me why is the door locked with no sign of a key anywhere?"
"Protection."
"That's vague. Yours or everyone else's?
Garret could see that the young girl was hurt. He instantly felt bad for everything he'd said earlier, but he would resist the urge to comfort the younger girl with a hug.
"Everyone else's." With those two words from Elsa, he failed. He walked over to the young princess and wrapped his arms protectively around her.
'God, I hope no one finds this creepy.'
Elsa pushed him away.
"No, I'll hurt you. I hurt everyone." She said. He continued to be in his, "comfort the hurting girl at all costs" mode.
"You didn't hurt me, I'm fine. What could you possibly do to hurt me?" He asked the princess.
"I'm cursed." She said. Elsa brought her bare hands into view and willed the snowflakes to come forth. In a small glow of blue light, they did.
"That's no curse!" He almost yelled. After he said that, he immediately cupped his hands over his mouth. After a few seconds, he put his hands down as continued.
"That's a gift."
"You only think that because you don't know what it feels like." She told him.
"I don't know what it feels like to be able to make snowflakes, but I do have a gift of my own."
Elsa's face lit up. Garret couldn't help but smile at the girl in front of him.
"What can you do?"
"I can find anything anywhere." He said, proud of himself. Elsa looked skeptical.
"I'll prove it!" He said. "Bring me anything you want me to find."
Elsa ran to an old chessboard on a shelf and grabbed one of the white pawns.
Garret looked intently at the pawn before he gave it back to Elsa with a black streak on the top of it that had not been there before.
Garret looked the other way. Elsa threw a blanket over his head just to be sure. She ran over to the bookshelf and pulled a large book out just enough to place the pawn behind it. Elsa ran back and pulled the blanket off of the blonde haired man while looking quite proud of herself. Garret smiled, shook his head, walked straight over to the bookshelf, and pulled the exact right book from it, freeing the pawn. He looked back at the princess smugly. She smiled in wonder.
"Alright, well I have to get going. Don't want to get caught!" He said humorously. Elsa's face sank.
"Sorry." He said sadly. Elsa's face brightened slightly.
"Come back tomorrow night?" She asked hopefully.
"... Maybe." The man said.
"I'll have food for you. I promise." Garret gave Elsa a half smile before he swiftly climbed down the castle and walked toward the main gate.
'Please come back.'
You know, I thought this was going to be the last chapter of these flashbacks, but then I decided this would be a good way to introduce another one of my original characters. WOO! by the way, It seems that I wasn't so good with explaining what happened to Anna. Basically all that happened was Kristoff and Sven got Anna back to Pabbie, he wiped her memory, and the king and queen went on their merry way. She was fine. She had to be unconscious to get her memory wiped, and the king would probably have tried to kill Pabbie if he smashed Anna's head with a rock, so I had her put into an accident with Kristoff.