the eighth chapter re-installment of my Frozen fanfiction, 'This Icy Force Both Foul and Fair Has A Frozen Heart Worth Mining'. I call it 'Close Encounters of the Snowy Kind' for a reason. that reason is that in this chapter, the gang meets Olaf, the friendly, magical snowman. Elsa unknowingly brought hers and Anna's childhood snowman to life during the movie's hit musical number, 'Let It Go'. you know, the title of that song is actually some pretty impeccable advice to consider in life.
disclamation: I do not own Disney's Frozen in any way, shape, or form except on Bluray and DVD. I also confess to not even owning the storyline of my own fanfiction. this fanfiction's plotline was originally written by another blogger on here by the penname of classicdisneyFTW. I did put some of my own words into this fanfiction, but not much of these words are my own. I am rewriting classicdisneyFTW's fanfiction, 'Worth Mining', because of some mistakes I noticed in their fanfiction. I will still give them credit where credit is due, though.
We moved on and soon came across a mountain clearing. However, this mountain clearing was very different from any other I had ever been in before now.
The fresh powdery snow blanketed every bit of the clearing like a frosted cake. The trees were all willows, and the branches had been turned to strings of icicles like you would see on a giant glass chandelier. The rising sun shone through the ice like stained glass windows and sparkled all around us. It was a stunning sight. Have I mentioned that I really love ice?
I reached out to touch some of the hanging branches of the willow trees as we passed them and they all jingled together like wind chimes as I did so. Sven got a kick out of this and immediately began knocking them about with his antlers and skipping about in pure joy. Anna looked around the clearing in awe. "I never knew winter could be so beautiful," she remarked softly.
I was just about ready to agree with her when I suddenly became aware of someone or something else doing it for me. It was a bit distant, but it was definitely a voice of some kind. "Yeah, it really is beautiful," the voice said.
I looked at Anna, and I saw clearly that she could hear it, too. I was somewhat relieved to know that I was not crazy. "But, it's so white," the voice continued to say. Where in the world was that voice even coming from, at all? Anna and I both looked around for the owner of the voice, but as far as I could see there was no one in the clearing besides Anna, Sven, and myself. Neither Anna nor I were talking, so that left… only Sven. But, he could not possibly have been the owner of that voice. I looked in his direction, anyway.
"You know, how about a little color. I'm thinking like maybe some crimson, chartreuse." Sven stood right behind us with his antlers completely tangled up in the icicled willow tree branches. He looked content with the branches on his antlers, but his lips were not moving to express his content so he could not have been the source of the voice.
"… How about yellow?" the voice continued on. Only it suddenly seemed closer than before to us, which could have only meant that whoever or whatever it belonged to was not very far from where we were at the moment. "No, not yellow. Yellow and snow?" Then, the voice let out a 'brrr' like it was disgusted with the very idea of yellow snow. "No go!"
A/N: just to be clear, I'm pretty sure that chartreuse is a form of the color yellow, isn't it? feel free to correct me on that if I'm wrong. still, though, I'm also pretty sure that everyone in the world knows exactly what yellow plus snow means. I can't believe they put that kind of line in a kid's movie.
Anna and I simultaneously looked at a snowman that was standing right behind us. What the hey? Had that snowman always been there? We both stared at the sight of it. As if a snowman appearing at random was not weird enough, it suddenly turned its head toward Anna and started to speak. "Am I right?" it asked. It spoke with none other than the very same voice we had been hearing that whole time.
Anna screamed and kicked its head. The head flew right off of its body and landed in my arms. It smiled up at me. It was easily the weirdest thing I had ever seen in my life. "Hi!" it said cheerfully.
A disembodied head of a snowman talking to me. Yep, definitely high on the freaky scale. "You're creepy," I told it. Then, I tossed it back to Anna.
"I don't want it," she said, tossing it right back to me. What? And I do?
I threw it back to her. "Backatchya," I said.
"Please don't drop me," the head pleaded.
"No," Anna cried, throwing it back to me.
"Come on, it's just a head," I told her, tossing it right back to her. Granted that was the very same reason as to why I was equally as freaked out even by the very idea of it, too, but better her than me.
That was when the snowman's body suddenly began walking towards Anna, flailing its arms around like a blind man. "Alright, we got off to a bad start," the snowman's head said from within Anna's arms.
"Ew! Ew! The body," Anna cried, completely freaked out by it. Without much thinking, she threw the head at the approaching body and it fell backwards.
The snowman's body swung its stumpy little legs a few times, but then it finally managed to get itself upright once again. Only thing left that was still wrong with it, its head sat perched on the body upside down. It smiled happily, but then it suddenly looked confused as the head stared at us.
"Wait, what am I looking at right now?" it asked us. "Why are you hanging off the earth like a bat?"
I only stared at the strange phenomenon, trying to process it. Anna, however, moved forward. "Alright," she said, sounding a lot calmer than she had a mere few seconds ago. "Wait one second."
She picked it up, flipped it over, and rested the head back on the body. "Oh, thank you," he said.
"You're welcome," she replied back to him.
"Now, I'm perfect!" he exclaimed.
Anna smiled at him. "Well, almost," she said.
She grabbed my bag of supplies. The snowman turned his head to look at me. "It was like my whole life got turned upside down," he told me as Anna rummaged through my bag.
I watched Anna pull a carrot out of the bag. The snowman turned his head back to her just as she tried to jam the carrot into his face where his nose belonged. Although, because of this action, the carrot went right through his head and only the very tip of it was sticking out of the front of his face.
"Ooh, too hard," Anna cried, realizing she went too far.
"Woo! Head rush!" the snowman said. I just watched him, bewildered. Do snowmen feel such things?
"Are you OK?" Anna asked him worriedly.
"Are you kidding me?" the snowman asked, spotting the tiny bit of carrot sticking out of his face. "I am wonderful! I've always wanted a nose."
The rest of the carrot was sticking out of the back of his head. "So cute! It's like a little baby unicorn," he cooed at his own nose.
Anna reached up towards the carrot and pushed it forward. The snowman's nose suddenly became normal sized. He brightened up at the sight of it. "Oh, I love it even more," he said.
I knelt down beside them to get a better look at the little snowman. How was he alive? How did he function? The little guy intrigued me beyond measure.
He sighed happily. "Alright, let's start this thing over," he said. "Hi, everyone. I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs," he finished very cheerfully.
Anna stared at him for a second. From the way she stared at him, she looked almost as though she recognized him from somewhere before. "Olaf?" she repeated the little snowman's name to herself. She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "That's right! Olaf!"
Olaf simply stared at her expectantly. "And you are?" he asked.
"Oh," Anna realized he wanted her to introduce herself to him, too. "I'm Anna."
Olaf turned toward me and Sven. "And, who's the funky-looking donkey over there?" he asked Anna in a whispery voice.
"That's Sven," she replied.
"Uh huh," Olaf nodded. "And, who's the reindeer?"
Wait, what? I stared at Olaf confusedly.
"… Sven," Anna said, looking just as confused as I was. She just shrugged at me.
Olaf looked back and forth between me and Sven. "Oh, they're both… Oh, OK. Make things easier for me," he said brightly.
Olaf knew Sven was a reindeer the whole time… but, he mistook me for a funky-looking donkey?
Sven suddenly tried to take a bite out of the little guy's nose, but missed by a few inches. Well, it was a carrot after all. Olaf giggled happily. "Aw, look at him trying to kiss my nose," he said, probably completely unaware that it was actually a bite and not a kiss judging by the tone of his voice. Then, he looked at Sven all cutesy. "I like you, too," he cooed.
"Olaf," Anna said, and the little snowman's attention was now back to her. "Did Elsa build you?"
"Yeah, why?" Olaf answered Anna's question with a question of his own.
I was suddenly very interested in his arm. It was a stick, and yet it still moved along with the rest of him. Seriously, how did this little guy work? I took it off of his body and began to study it closely, as if I could find an answer to it. Olaf did not even seem to notice.
"Do you know where she is?" Anna asked him.
"Yeah, why?" Olaf once again answered her question with the same question.
I just continued to study his arm. It even had a joint for his elbow so that he could bend it. "Fascinating," I mumbled.
"Do you think you could show us the way?" Anna asked him.
"Yeah, why?" Olaf asked her for the third time in a row.
Finally, baffled by Olaf's arm, I simply decided to ask him, "How does this work?"
That was when Olaf's arm slapped me across the face, hard. Very hard. "Ow," I yelped more put off than actually hurt.
"Stop it, Sven," Olaf told me, taking his arm from me and putting it back in place. "I'm trying to focus here." He turned back to Anna. "Yeah, why?" he asked.
Well at least, he finally took a break in between the 'yeah, why's'… long enough to slap me across the face, that is. I was done.
I answered Olaf's question for Anna this time, if only to avoid anymore 'yeah, why's' from the little guy. "I'll tell you why," I told the little snowman. "We need Elsa to bring back summer."
"Summer?" Olaf repeated my last word in awe. Anna nodded. "Oh, I don't know why, but I've always loved the idea of summer, and sun, and all things hot," Olaf replied in a dreamy state of elation.
Uh, why would Olaf like that kind of thing? A snowman and summer just do not really mesh together well. Unless… oh.
"Really?" I asked him. "I'm guessing you don't have much experience with heat," I said, just going out on a limb.
"Nope," he admitted. "But sometimes, I like to close my eyes and imagine what it might be like when summer does come."
Then, he gave a whole entire song-like spiel about all the things he would love to do if it were warm and he could experience summer. I will not mess with your heads by going into the whole thing, but I can tell you it was quite contradictory to what was actually good for him. He even openly admitted to having no idea whatsoever about what happens to snow when it meets the summer. But, he seemed like he really, really wanted to find out what becomes of snow when it meets warm weather.
I only stared at the little guy as he went on about his impossible-to-accomplish-and-live dream. Anna watched him with a smile on her face that said she thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. "I'm gonna tell him," I mumbled to her.
She hit my arm. "Don't you dare," she warned me.
"IN SUMMERRRRRRRRRRRRR," Olaf finished off his song on a high note, finally concluding telling us all about his little fantasy. He grinned up at us. "So, come on! Elsa's this way," he said, skipping off in one direction. "Let's go bring back SUMMER!"
Anna began following him, equally happy. "I'm coming," she hollered after him.
Sven followed them, also excited. I, however, just stood in place staring them all down. Were we all just going to ignore the fact that the snowman wanted to experience summer? Were they all crazy? If we did manage to bring back the summer season, Olaf would be reduced to a puddle. His dream would be completely ruined.
"Somebody's gotta tell him," I mumbled just before following them, myself.