the second chapter of 'This Icy Force Both Foul and Fair Has A Frozen Heart Worth Mining' is where the story that follows along with the movie officially begins, but the narrator of this fanfiction AKA Kristoff Bjorgman still doesn't have that much faith in humanity even by this chapter. when will he begin trusting humans? in which of my chapters does he finally meet Anna and begin accompanying her on her journey? stay tuned to 'This Icy Force Both Foul and Fair Has A Frozen Heart Worth Mining' to find out. Meanwhile, I am just doing some editing and revising my chapters and making sure they're up to snuff and have disclamations on them already with out revision.

disclamation: I do not own Disney's Frozen in any way, shape, or form. I do not even own any of the plotline for my own fanfiction. the credits for this plotline go directly to another blogger on this website who goes by the penname of classicdisneyFTW. there are also chapters from within this fanfiction that are taken from a one-shot fanfiction originally written by yet another blogger on here who goes by the penname of ubermooo. trust me, you will know what chapters I had fashioned from ubermooo's one-shot when they show up. all I can say now is that at least I admit to having done it.

This story officially began back when I was eight. I could tell you the whole story in one chapter, but that would take much too long. Especially if I were not to take any breaks. I'll instead just briefly cover what happened the night the trolls took me and Sven in for this chapter.

After a long day of ice harvesting, Sven and I were on our way with our one block of ice to the ice stand not too far up the road. We were far behind the other ice harvesters, however, and it had become dark outside. At least, the aurora lit our path so it seemed earlier than it was.

I was completely exhausted and just sat on my ice block while Sven pulled on the sled to our destination. "Come on, Sven," I said to him as soon as a sat on the block of ice on my sled. We were getting closer and closer to the ice stand just a bit later than the other ice harvesters, but not too much later.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, two horses came charging by going in the other direction. The riders did not exactly pay any attention to me as their horses sped by. I would not have paid them any attention either, except for one thing that caught my notice about them; a thick blanket of ice trailing behind one of the horses as they sped past us.

I was completely intrigued by the sight of it. "Ice?" I wondered as the sight lit up my eyes. Then, I quickly forgot about our job to get our block to the ice stand, unhitched Sven from my sled, hopped on his back, and finally we raced after the horses.

"Faster, Sven," I urged on the way there as we followed the trail of ice left behind by the one horse. We followed them all the way to the Black Mountains, well almost all the way to the Black Mountains. I jumped off of Sven's back as soon as I realized the horses were headed for the Black Mountains.

I had heard stories about the Black Mountains from my parents before they died. They were forbidden to mountain folk like us because children went missing in the Black Mountains. The stories, however, were from the beginning of the Vikings' era of time in the region in which Arendelle was now a significant, legitimate kingdom. So, I was not sure how accurate they were nowadays when the Vikings were long since gone.

Anyway, back to the story.

"Sven!" I whispered to him so he would not go into the Black Mountains, either. But, my curiosity was still piqued by the ice trail produced by that one horse. I just had to know why that horse left a trail of ice behind it. I also wondered if the rider even noticed it. So, I decided we should follow the horses and riders from a different point from there and then.

We crept up to the western side of the Black Mountains, hid behind a rock and pulled Sven out of the area leading into the Black Mountains, too. I could hear a someone speaking from where we were. I could not hear what the person was saying very well, but I did have a clear view of who was talking, at least.

I saw a man, a woman, and a young girl probably around my age with hair that was just a paler degree of blonde than my own clinging to the man desperately. When I got a closer look, I also saw that the woman was holding onto something very tightly in her arms. Upon an even closer inspection, I saw it was another girl wrapped up in blankets, completely out like a light. Was she asleep or something?

"Please, help!" the man said out loud. "It's my daughter." I realized he was the one speaking, but to who? There was no one else in the Black Mountains as far as I could see. Just a bunch of rocks.

The rocks suddenly began to move towards them, however, and stopped just short of completely crushing them. I gasped at this before the rocks actually stopped, though, like I was worried for some reason I did not know and could not explain. After the rocks suddenly stopped, just when I thought the situation could not get any weirder, the rocks suddenly unfolded into strange-looking creatures who stared up at the man.

I suddenly realized that the form of rocks was just a façade and what these 'rocks' really were. I looked over at them. "Trolls?" I questioned to no one in particular. I realized that the trolls were the reason those children from the olden days of the Vikings went missing in the Black Mountains. And yet, I still had no idea how much it was true since the trolls stopped just short of crushing these people.

But then, the rock Sven and I hid behind unfolded into a troll just like all the other so-called 'rocks' did. "Shush," it told us. "I'm trying to listen." It grabbed Sven's and my faces and pulled us down.

It was a female troll, that much I could tell about her. Sven gave a lick on the cheek, while I just smiled, intrigued by her all of a sudden. She suddenly became fully aware of us and gave us both an affectionate pat on the cheeks. "Cuties," she cooed at us. "I'm gonna keep you." Surely, these creatures could not be the kind to take innocent children hostage if they were as nice as this. It was also then that I realized that these trolls were probably misunderstood in the Vikings' olden days at the beginning of their era. Those children probably never went missing from the start.

Then, we turned our attention back down to the valley area of the Black Mountains. We saw an extremely old troll who seemed to be getting further on in years walk up to the people down below. He spoke to what I guessed was a family of human beings. "Your majesties," he said to them, taking the pale blonde, elder girl's hand. "Born with the powers or cursed?" he asked them.

"Um, born," the man replied to the elderly troll. "And they're getting stronger."

The elderly troll let go of the pale blonde, older girl's hand. Then, the woman stooped down to the trolls' level so that the elderly troll could inspect the younger girl within the blankets. I suddenly noticed she had a pure white streak in the left side of her hair. The elderly troll sighed in relief at the elder girl. "You are lucky it wasn't her heart," the elderly troll told her. "The heart is not so easily changed, but the head can be persuaded."

"Do what you must," the man ordered the elderly troll. I found it a bit rude at first, but then I realized the man probably gave the order to the elderly troll because he was worried about who I guess was his daughter and desperate to heal her. I supposed that the elderly troll was the only one who could do it in addition.

I was proven right when the elderly troll complied to the man's orders. "I recommend we remove all magic, even memories of magic to be safe," the elderly troll told the family. Then, he pulled a blue and glowing light out from inside the younger girl's head. I did not have much of a clear view, but what I could see was that the elderly troll seemed to be changing or rewriting or doing something to whatever was within the glowing blue light.

"But, don't worry," the elderly troll told the family. "I'll leave the fun." That last part explained why he was merely altering whatever was in that glowing light. I guess the elderly troll was changing the younger girl's memories to remove all magic like he recommended he had to.

Then, the elderly troll replaced the younger girl's memories back into her head. She seemed to gently smile afterwards. "She will be OK," the troll said as the younger girl smiled.

The elder, pale blonde girl, however, looked sorrowful and regretful. "But, she won't remember I have powers?" she asked the elderly troll.

"It's for the best," the man who I guess he was their father told the pale blonde girl. Now, I saw why the elder girl looked so sad. She most likely felt as though she was being rejected, or rather that these self-proclaimed powers of hers were being rejected, and people only loved a few aspects of who she was.

Then, the elderly troll approached the pale blonde girl. "Listen to me, Elsa," he told her, calling her by I supposed was her name. "Your power will only grow." He then used his surprising, yet quite astonishing and completely accurate control of the northern lights to demonstrate exactly what he was telling her. "There is beauty in it, but also great danger. You must learn to control it. Fear will be your enemy."

Then, the pale blonde, elder girl, Elsa, was it?, clung to her father, completely terrified. That was not good for her to even be doing at the time if fear was going to be her enemy in the future. "No," her father said. "We'll protect her. She can learn to control it, I'm sure. Until then, we'll lock the gates, we'll reduce the staff. We will limit her contact with people and keep her powers hidden from everyone," he said. Then, he suddenly bore a very saddened expression on his face. I knew why when he spoke, again. "Including Anna," he finally finished. That sounded as though it were going to be even worse for this Elsa's potential in learning to control her powers. I just hoped for their sakes it never backfired on them.

After the conversation about this Elsa's powers and this Anna's condition was said and done, the troll that took us in brought to the others in her home which they all called 'The Valley of the Living Rock'. I suppose it made sense in a few ways since the trolls folded into rocks when they were resting and/or hiding from someone. Well, this could not be good for my experiences with people, but since they all adored Sven and me enough to whole-heartedly adopt us, I chose not to look a gift horse, or should I gift troll, in the mouth.

After Sven and I were adopted, the trolls all introduced themselves. The female that first noticed us from the start was called Bulda. Her husband went by the name Cliff. The elderly troll was the last to introduce himself to me, and he was known to the entirety of his people as their king, Pabbie. I just started by calling him by the name of 'Grandpabbie' since he also turned out to be Bulda's father. I was not sure if he would like being called Grandpabbie at first, but he accepted it with an open mind and a full heart. In the end, even he was on board with me coming home with them.

At first, things were a little bit weird for me and Sven, but we eventually grew to love the whole thing. After all, I had nowhere else to go and no one else to take care of me ever since my parents, you know. The trolls were really quite lively for creatures that used to be accused of stealing children in the Golden Age of the Vikings, and they seemed to care about one another in so many ways. They cared about everyone and everything actually, and they all were absolutely crazy about me.

The youngest trolls always fought for my attention, whether it was showing off something they recently did or demonstrating how they were growing so fast, it did not matter to me. they were all mine and Sven's family. I could never actually pick up even the little ones until I was in my teens.

You might be surprised by this, but apparently even trolls did some of the same things people did in their daily lives, i.e. sew clothes, cook food, do laundry, play games, have school, etc. They just did them a bit differently than people.

I did not know how these creatures managed to garner such a bad reputation for themselves at the beginning of the Vikings' era if they were this friendly, homey, and lively. I finally got my answer, however, when I unintentionally mentioned it one day when I was about eleven or twelve. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to accuse your ancestors of anything even resembling kidnapping," I wanted to apologize to them properly, but Grandpabbie stopped me before I could babble away at my explanation of why I ever thought like that about the creatures who took me in.

"I suppose you deserve to know the truth about that," Grandpabbie told me, immediately knowing what I meant. He told me the whole story using both the northern lights and his memory from the earliest days. It turned out that all of the stories that my parents once told me about the trolls were only half-true, and that the trolls never really did abduct the earliest Vikings' children. The trolls merely healed the Vikings when they were inflicted with an ice coma, and the only Viking children the trolls 'abducted' were orphans who had no one else to look after them in this big, wide world.

With that, I realized how wrong I was to ever be prejudiced against the Black Mountains and its inhabitants. "I really am sorry," I told them all. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted me to leave and never come back." I turned to leave them, and did not bother to bring Sven with me. There was no reason for Sven to suffer because my parents were close-minded.

I was almost out of there, but they held onto me instead, afraid to let go. Bulda, Cliff, and Grandpabbie came up to the front of the pack. "Believe me when I tell you this, Kristoff," Bulda said. "The only thing we're afraid of at all is if we never see you again." Everyone came in and hugged me afterwards. Sven rushed to my side and gave me a dozen or more licks on my face as soon as the trolls let him come to me.

I spent the next several years there with The Valley of the Living Rock as my home. I occasionally went back to my job of being an ice harvester with Sven in tow. The trolls always missed us both whenever I did, and always gave a wild and crazy welcome back home whenever we returned.

A/N: I'll get back to the story in the next chapter. I just wanted to do this sort of side story because of something I did today that I couldn't have sorrier for.