disclamation: I do own Frozen in any way, shape, or form. this fanfiction was originally done by another author by the penname of classicdisneyFTW. I'm just attempting to do it better. at least, I hope I can do it. let me know if I should need to adjust anything.

Soon, a huge, gigantic snowman appeared right before us. Actually, I do not really think that snowman was the proper word to describe this big guy. Snowbeast seemed far more appropriate. Anna and I stared up at him in shock as he glared down at us.

The snowbeast was not gentle when he picked me and Anna up in one hand and Olaf in the other. Let me tell you, I do not like being manhandled. Oaken had already done it to me with in the past twenty-four hours, and now the snowbeast was doing it, too. I did not appreciate it when Oaken did it, and I certainly do not appreciate it happening now.

Clearly, Anna did not appreciate it either since she was protesting the whole way down the stairs as the snowbeast brought us all the way down to the main doors.

"Stop!" Anna demanded. "Put us down."

But, the snowbeast just ignored her request and threw us down the staircase outside. "Go away," he said in a low, booming, deep voice.

The way down the staircase was very bumpy all the way down until we crashed into the snow drift. I attempted to stand up, but then I heard Olaf's voice. "Heads up!" he called out to us.

His head came flying towards us and was lodged into the snow drift Anna and I crashed into, just above our heads. He was still looking up at the ice palace, however. "Watch out for my butt!" he cried out.

I looked back up at the ice palace just in time to see the rest of him hurtling towards me. I fell back into the snow, just avoiding being hit by the flying parts of his body. Anna looked at Olaf's parts lodged into the snow drift, then up at the giant snowbeast who threw him into there, highly affronted.

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

Whatever she had planned on doing could not have a positive outcome. Anna against a giant, menacing snowbeast like that? Not good. It was practically begging for trouble. It would have been better to just move along.

A/N: You see what I did with that quote from the All American Rejects song of the same name? That was my own personal homage to that very song.

I was a bit peeved at being throw by the snowbeast, but you did not see me trying to provoke him with a snowball or anything. But, nope. That is not how Anna rolled, as I was slowly but surely learning. She just always had to do something about the enemy's actions, no matter how intimidating they are. As much as I liked that about her, I just had to stop her this time.

I grabbed onto her arms, trying to pull her back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, feisty-pants," I said. "OK, relax." She just struggled against my hold. She was exceedingly determined to give the snowbeast a piece of her mind. She began growling at me in addition to the snowbeast. I tightened my grip and continued to hold her back, blocking her throwing arm. "Just calm. Calm down!" I shouted at her.

She finally began to relax slightly as I held her, so I loosened my grip on her a bit. "Just let the snowman be," I told her. 'Just walk away from the snowbeast nice and easy, please,' I thought.

She took a deep breath and began to turn away. "Alright. I'm calm," she said a bit more relaxed than before.

I let her go and began to turn back to the snow drift, myself. "Great," I said, satisfied.

Despite only knowing her for a day, however, I should have known Anna better than to give up so easily. The minute we both turned around, she suddenly chucked the snowball at the snowbeast as hard as she could anyway.

"Oh, come on," I groaned.

I watched as the snowball sailed up the stairs and hit the snowbeast on his shoulder. It did not make even the slightest mark. In fact, if the snowbeast had not been staring in our general direction when it happened, I bet he would not have even noticed it. He did notice, however, and he was not pleased about it. In fact, he was completely furious about it. The snowbeast roared at us over it, and spikes of ice showed up from his limbs.

"Oh, great. See? Now, you've made him mad," I told Anna as a matter-of-factly.

Now we had to get out of there and fast. I quickly began to run from the ice palace, pushing Anna along with me. "I'll distract him. You guys go," Olaf said from the snow drift in which he lodged.

Anna and I ran until we came to a steep slope. We had no choice but to jump the slope and slide down it with the gigantic snowbeast right behind us. I straightened my legs and crossed my arms for maximum speed. I could hear Anna tumbling around behind me, grunting with each bump on the slope. Well, at least she was moving.

I reached the bottom of the slope first and quickly stood up. I was immediately knock over by the sliding Anna, though. The snowbeast merely leapt over the slope and landed at the bottom, directly behind us. He roared at us loudly.

I scrambled to my feet and pulled Anna to hers. We quickly began running away from the snowbeast again. We ran at top speed down the mountain and through the trees, with the snowbeast following right behind us. He was gaining on us alright. After all, he did have a much bigger stride in his step than we had. How did I even get myself into these kinds of situations?

Anna suddenly stopped at a tree that was bent all the way over onto the ground because of the snow that was piled atop it. Why was she stopping? Did she not notice the enormous, exceedingly terrifying snowbeast on our tails that could easily crush the both of us with even just one its giant feet? "What are you doing?" I cried out to her.

She was lying flat on her back at the tip of the tree, pulling it down with her. As the snowbeast approached, she let go of the tree. It bounced forward towards him like a catapult and hit him smack in the face, knocking him down. He roared at us as he fell backwards.

Wow, what a setback for the snowbeast. How did Anna even know to do that? I was impressed with her for the umpteenth time that day. I grinned as Anna caught up to me. "Oh, ho, ho," I laughed.

"I got him!" she shouted, sounding very proud of herself.

I grabbed Anna by the shoulders, pulling her to an abrupt stop because we suddenly came to the edge of an exceedingly high cliff with a sudden drop to the bottom of it. "Whoa! Stop!" I told her, alarmed.

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

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

I quickly tied it around my waist then around Anna's. "Ow," she let out after I tightened the knot.

I heard the snowbeast roar in the distance. He was coming. We did not have a lot of time. I quickly pulled out the pick axe from my satchel and began to carve a rough 'U' shape into the snow.

"What's that for?" Anna asked.

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

"OK," she said. "What if we fall?" she asked following her 'OK'.

I stuck the remaining rope into the 'U' shape in the snow. It had been a while since I actually 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've had to jump off of a two-hundred-foot-high cliff. Actually, I've never really had to jump off of a cliff from that kind of height. The highest I've ever had to jump from was fifty feet at most. So, maybe it would still catch our fall even from this kind of height… maybe? I actually just told Anna that to make her feel less nervous. We would probably die if my snow anchor did not hold at this height. Still, death by falling off of a cliff or death by getting stomped on by gigantic, menacing snowbeast? Go ahead and take your pick!

I heard another roar and looked up. I could see the trees in the distance flailing from side to side. If that was not an indication that the snowbeast was getting closer, I did not know what was.

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. "OK, Anna," I said. "On three. One…" I began to count.

Anna began to bounce in place, pumping herself up. "OK. You tell when. I'm ready to go," she said as she got all pumped up.

"Two…" I continued.

She just continued to pump herself up at the thought of it all. "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 of a cliff. I suppose she really believed what I had told her earlier about it being just like landing on a pillow. She probably thought I knew what I was talking about.

Suddenly, a tree came flying over the other trees and landed just in front of us, showering me with a whole mess of snow.

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

I turned around just in time to look at Anna as she leapt over the edge of the cliff. "What the_?" I barely managed to say before I was yanked over the edge of the cliff along with her.

We fell several feet before the rope pulled tightly onto the snow anchor I carved into the snow at the edge of the cliff. I grunted as it caught us. I had no actual words. "That happened," was all I could manage to say.

Not the most intelligent thing I've ever said, I know that much. But, I said it in response to being yanked off of a cliff, for pity's sake. I did not have much time to pull my thoughts together afterwards. At least, my snow anchor was holding up, that was something to be grateful for. I began to lower the two of us down.

After a few moments, Anna and I heard a squeal from above. Not long after, Olaf came flying into view right past us, falling fast than we could descend on a rope. "Olaf!" Anna cried out to him.

We watched as he hit a rock protruding out from the cliff face just below us, completely dismember, and then continue falling. "Hang in there, guys!" he called out to us, disappearing in through the fog bank below shortly after his body parts totally dismembered.

If Olaf was flying off of cliffs, that had to mean that the giant snowbeast was up at the top of the cliff at that exact moment. I mean, Olaf did some pretty weird things, but I did not he would ever jump off of a cliff of his own free will. Anna came to this conclusion, too. "Go! Go faster!" she urged me on. But, we were only half way down the face of the cliff. I did try oblige to her request, but with two people and only one rope for the job, I could only go so fast… even without the worry of plummeting down to the ground and possibly our deaths.

My progress was cut short, however, when we began to move upwards instead of down. "Wait, what?" Anna asked in a very startled concern.

We both looked up and saw two gigantic hands made entirely of ice and snow hanging onto the rope and reeling us back up to the ridge of the cliffside. 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 her with it, but as the rope waved around, so did we. In the midst of it all, my head suddenly came in contact with the cliff face… hard, I might add.

I blacked out and everything got fuzzy and disoriented. I am very sorry that I cannot tell you all what happened in the story for the duration of the time in which I blacked out.

I could not have been out for more than a minute or two, because as my eyes began to open, I distinctly heard the sound of a knife being drawn from its shaft. At least, that was what the sound was from what my ears could tell. Then, I was falling. That was the first thing I became truly aware of. Falling down, down, and down. Yes, I did scream. I heard Anna screaming, too.

Then, everything just stopped.