I can admit to my mistakes, like having kinda sorta copied off of other bloggers' works on this website just because I've been running a little low on creativity as of late. I still think that even just point-one percent of this 'Frozen 2013' fanfiction deserves to belong to me, even if it would be just a mere point-one percent of the storyline of 'This Icy Force Both Foul and Fair Has a Frozen Heart Worth Mining'. believe me, I have no intention of taking all that many rights to the ownership behind this fanfiction, especially when considering that this storyline has been done before, even the 'Fire and Ice' trilogy that is chapters fourteen to sixteen. it was based upon a one-shot by another blogger on this website besides classicdisneyFTW who writes under the penname of ubermooo. their fanfiction on this website was also called 'Fire and Ice' and was also inspired by what events had possibly happened from Kristoff's point of view in between the time of which he and Anna had escaped from Elsa's ice palace and the time of which they had both made it to the Valley of the Living Rock in the Black Mountains where they met Kristoff's family, that is his adoptive family that were the trolls. anyway, this is the twenty-sixth chapter of 'This Icy Force Both Foul and Fair Has a Frozen Heart Worth Mining' a title of which I came up with, and it is a full two-thousand-two-hundred-seventy-eight words worth of not-quite-so original storyline, save for this headnote, right here, at the beginning of this chapter, the disclaimer directly following it, the confession to my only ownership rights in this fanfiction comprised into a single sentence following that, and the one comment from me hidden within the storyline of this very chapter and disguised as an author's note. OK, on with the disclaimer...
disclamation: I do not own 'Frozen' in any way, shape, or form other than owning the film on Blu-ray and DVD. in terms of the movie's production, however, all ownership rights are reserved for the folks of the Walt Disney Animation Studios company of Hollywood down in Los Angeles, California of the US of A. even ninety-nine-point-nine percent of my fanfiction's own storyline belongs not even just one, but rather two other bloggers on this very same website under the pennames of ubermooo for the mini-trilogy that makes up chapters fourteen through sixteen which I titled 'Fire and Ice' after the one-shot by ubermooo which I had used for the fanfiction within this fanfiction's inspiration, and classicdisneyFTW for all of the other chapters in my fanfiction.
the only thing about this fanfiction for which I own for sure is the fanfiction, itself.
As I had said about it all just before my flashback, there was nothing but numbness at first. I felt nothing, and it had taken me several moments for me to completely process what had happened. Anna was frozen into solid ice. She was gone out of my life, gone out of all of our lives, forever.
That was when I slowly began to feel the full weight of what had just happened at that very moment, along with exactly what it had meant. I knew it meant that no matter just how much I wanted to, I would never get to talk to Anna again, hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her touch.
With the realization of Anna having frozen to solid ice finally weighing on me, my legs felt shaky, and my head dropped below my neckline completely. I just could not bear to look at the sight of Anna being turned into an ice sculpture any longer, I was so heartbroken and crestfallen. Just before I lowered my head in my own depression, I had briefly watched the snow queen sob up a monsoon of tears over the loss of Arendelle's princess, wishing I could do the same as poor grieving Elsa, but it never happened. So instead, I just stood back from the two sisters and just settled on watching.
Then was when the sheer weight of my own grief just pulled my head down afterwards. I closed my eyes for a second before opening them back up again, hoping to find solace in even a situation such as this. No such luck!
I had finally met a person/human being whom I actually managed to like. Someone who might have actually just about restored my faith in humanity and gone and made me believe that not all humans were really so bad after all. Someone who I had eventually found to be completely remarkable and phenomenal in every single way_ and now she was gone, just gone.
As I had my head lowered, I could barely even feel Sven nudge at my shoulder with his right antler. What? What was it? What could Sven have possibly wanted me to see at the time? Could my own reindeer companion not see that I was sad about the loss of Anna was now frozen into an… I suddenly looked up and saw just what Sven had wanted me to see. Wait a minute? Anna was… was she thawing? No, she could not have been. It was too good to be true. I had to be dreaming it. I had never been that lucky even once in my life.
Still, I felt myself perk up even a little at a sight that should have been too good to really even be happening at the time. I gave a small and slightly timid, yet at the same time, hopeful smile on my face at just what I saw when I had looked again in Anna's direction. Was this really happening, or was it just a dream?
With the thawing of her body spreading from right where she had first frozen over into an ice sculpture, I supposed that Anna's defrosting was most likely really happening and that I was not dreaming the whole thing. I could even see the color return to her figure and to her face. Her clothes fell loose from her ice sculpture figure in her frozen heart. Even her hair began returning to normal, turning from an icy white back into a flaming reddish blonde like it was supposed to be. Upon the thawing of her heart finally reaching its end process at her fingertips, she simply took a breath, which her sister, Elsa, had seemed to hear. The snow queen seemed to have pretty sharp ears for someone so afraid.
"Anna?" Elsa said to her sister shortly after she gasped at the sight of Anna simply being alive just as the rest of us had.
I knew how the snow queen must have felt. I could hardly believe it, myself. And yet, here she was, still alive. Anna was once again alive.
It was then that the two of them had hugged one another. Depending upon the situation, however, I guess that Elsa might have had reason enough to hug Anna more tightly than Anna had hugged her. I guess that just being relieved that she was still alive was more than enough reason for the snow queen to hold her sister tightly in her arms.
"Oh, Elsa!" Anna let out to her sister affectionately and breathlessly. That was when the two of them finally let themselves out of their embrace, having done what they needed to do.
"You sacrificed yourself for me?" Elsa asked her sister.
Anna just gave her sister a small, endearing smile. "I love you," she told Elsa simply.
Olaf gasped at the acknowledgement of it. "An act of true love will thaw a frozen heart!" he exclaimed upon his realization, almost directly quoting from Grandpabbie.
It was around thereafter that I suddenly felt a small smile creep across my own face as I, too, realized it. Now I know that some of you in the audience might be disappointed that I had little to nothing to do with breaking the curse placed upon Anna and I know that I had led you in that direction, but I can tell you right now; it was not even the point of my story. I have merely been telling you all how I had helped Anna bring back summer to the kingdom of Arendelle and just how I had begun to realize that some people out there actually are worth my own time. I swear to you all that my falling in love with Anna was nothing short of serendipity, a mere happy accident in my story. In other words, falling for Anna was something I did not expect to happen, but I still could not complain about.
And now for an obligatory inside scoop from yours truly, Kristoff Bjorgman, the narrator of this story; it turned out that Anna had been scorned by her own fiancé and was still trying to clearly process exactly what had happened with that. This is purely my own speculation, but my understanding of it might have merely been that afterwards, she was simply a bit reluctant to come to me at the time directly following her fiasco with her fiancé, especially considering that she did not know what love even was, after all. I suppose that the love she was absolutely certain about was her own love towards her sister, Elsa, the snow queen. It turned out that love alone was enough to thaw her frozen heart in the end, and you know something? It was just so beautiful that she had relied on familial love rather than romantic love just as the audience had probably expected.
(A/N: particularly since, as the old saying goes, 'boys/girls come and go, but you'll always have family there for you when your relationship comes to an end.')
Anyways, back to our story. Elsa had considered Olaf's quote from Grandpabbie's words for a moment or two. "Love will thaw…" she said slowly, pondering it for a second before her eyes lit up. "Love. Of course." she said.
"Elsa?" Anna asked her older sister, wondering exactly what the snow queen might have been thinking at the time.
Elsa simply looked around all over our surroundings and then at her hands with a confident smile on her face. "Love!" she exclaimed finally.
The snow queen dropped then raised her arms and every little bit of her snow from before began to rise up from all around us, lifting itself up from out of the fjord and floating back up into the air. I looked around at it in all of its wonder and intrigue. It was just like it was snowing in reverse. Sven had even attempted to catch one of the snowflakes with his tongue as it just floated upwards and out of his reach.
As the entire fjord began to completely thaw, a ship had begun to rise up from right beneath our feet and float on the freshly thawed water in the fjord. Elsa's thaw had even begun spreading throughout the entire kingdom of Arendelle. Everyone had come out just to witness summer returning to their homes. For a final hurrah, Elsa had compressed the freeze altogether into one giant snowflake in the sky above all of our heads and whisked it away with a small wave of her hands.
After all of that was said and done, Anna placed her right hand onto Elsa's shoulder with a smile. "I knew you could do it," she told her sister in congratulations. And you know something? I simply had to smile about it, too.
"Hands down, this is the best day of my life," Olaf said happily. But immediately afterwards, the pudgy, little snowman had begun to melt away exactly as I knew he would right before inserting, " … And, quite possibly, the last," in the best sort of nature possible. Only that little guy could ever see melting nothing but a puddle as a thing to be proud of because of course, he did.
It was right then and there that Elsa had noticed the pudgy, little snowman who was practically her son began to melt. "Oh, Olaf!" she cried out to him. "Hang on, little guy," she chuckled towards him, conjuring up something or other to fix him and then some.
The 'and then some' turned out to be a tiny, little snow cloud that had appeared just above Olaf's head. The pudgy, little snowman looked up at it and gasped in excitement. "My own personal flurry!" he exclaimed, giggling happily thereafter. Anna just chuckled along with Olaf, while I just went for a smile.
That was when I had suddenly heard some grunting from behind the rest of us. And then, I saw him. The man from just behind Sven and I was the same man who had attempted to kill Elsa just as Anna had frozen into an ice sculpture a mere few moments prior to the thaw of Arendelle following her recovery from her curse. He was rubbing his chin and pulling himself back up off of the floor. It was the very first time I had really gotten a good, long and hard look at the guy. Young, handsome, clean-cut and pretty aristocratic. A prince, perhaps. The same prince from whom Anna had tried and failed to get her true love's kiss. I did not have to be a genius to connect those dots together. I knew he was her fiancé just by looking at him alone. That man had just made an attempt to kill the queen, and he was the very reason that Anna had turned into an ice sculpture just a few moments before. Sure, the princess had thawed, but that did nothing to take away from my fury towards this man's sheer malignity.
I could not handle it and just marched forward towards the man in question, ready as I ever would have been to pound the guy into a pulp. Anna, however, gave me both a hand to the chest and a look which said to me in her voice, 'I can handle it from here.' So, I stepped back and let her deal with the jerk butt.
She approached Hans, if that were even his real name, with her head held high in both confidence and composure as he was still getting up. "Anna?" He asked, looking at her confusedly as though he had expected her to be dead by then. "But she froze your heart."
"The only frozen heart around here is yours," was Anna's only response to Hans' reaction… right before promptly turning back to him and socking him right in the face.
Hans toppled overboard with a yelp off of the ship on which we all were and into the no-longer-frozen-over fjord below. People from back on the shore began applauding for her. Whoa, what a wallop! I had to admit that I did not see that kind of punch from the princess of Arendelle, of all people, coming. Although, I also had to admit that I did not see it coming either when she used even my original lute as a weapon against one of the wolves. Who knew she could hit like that? I could not have been prouder of her.
Anna then turned back towards her sister, Elsa, and the two of them embraced one another. Sven came up to me from behind and I just put my arm around him. Anna sent a smile in my direction from over her sister's shoulder. I did not know if it was just me or something, but I could see something in that smile of hers which had made it very different from all of the smiles she had ever given me from before that one. I just could tell exactly what it was. Could it have been more tenderness? Or even a hint of affection? I knew that it could not possibly be love, anyway.
Up until that point, I really had none an idea exactly how Anna had felt about me. I had recently just figured out that I was in love with her, but I had always figured that she was in love with her prince. Now after she had frozen into solid ice and punched him in the face shortly after recovering from it, however, I could not help but wonder just how true her supposed 'true love' with the guy even was to begin with.