A/N: This is the rewrite of the story, so I encourage you to go back and start at the beginning. I have rewritten it to include Pitch and Anna as well as some other interesting characters such as Elsa and Anna's Aunt Ingrid; the Snow Queen. The story I settled on is a combination of Frozen, Frozen II, Once Upon A Time's Frozen Adaptation, and Rise of the Guardian. Enjoy and thank you for your reviews and encouragement.


Elsa stood at the alter. Anna stood off to one side on her left, and Jack on her right. Elsa peeked out to the audience.

Prince Hans waved at her from the pews. He was wearing a more formal outfit now.

Elsa looked into the crowd. She could not do this. She could not dream that she could be anything more than a Monster.

Elsa looked to her left and right. Anna and Jack both met her eyes encouragingly, and Jack gave her a little nod.

Elsa could see his courage and faith in her as his Queen. She knew Jack had started out as a servant, but then he saved her life at great risk to his own. And yet he never saw her as a monster, and she wouldn't let him ever see that side of her. She didn't want to see the fondness in his eyes replaced by fear.

The crown was placed on Elsa's head. The scepter and orb were presented to Elsa on a pillow. She slowly reached for them.

The bishop whispered. "Your Majesty, the gloves."

Elsa hesitated. She breathed nervously, removed her gloves, places them on the pillow. Her hands shook. She took the orb and scepter, then turned to the people.

Elsa was a fool. She could never dare to dream. A life with Jack? That was nothing she could have!

"Sehm hon helldrr inum hellgum

Aygnum ok Kaunda ee thesum hellgah stahth

Ehk teh frahm furear uthear"

The bishop said in old Norse.

The scepter and orb started to freeze over.

"…Queen Elsa of Arendelle." The bishop said.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle." The crowd repeated.

Just in time, Elsa managed to set the orb and scepter back down on the pillow before anyone noticed the ice. She picked up her gloves and slipped them on. She made it.

Could she finally see the light at the end? Could she be Queen? Could she be worthy sister to Anna? Could she, even, perhaps, be with Jack?

One could only dare to dream...

But...

It was dangerous to dream...