There it was again, the voice.

Elsa whirled around in the direction she believed she heard the song and walked towards it.

"So where are we going really? I thought you said you that wanted to go find your guy, and now we're back to following the weird voice thing again."

"He's not *my* guy, Anna," Elsa replied tiredly as she trudged, "and I just have a feeling that following the voice might actually lead us to him."

Not entirely reassuring, but what other choice did they have? So, instead of worrying about the complete lack of an actual plan, Anna instead tried to distract herself with a game; it's called "Guess Who", short for guess-who-Elsa's-boyfriend-is-and-what-does-he-like. That's right, she wasn't good with names.

"Do you think he likes chocolate?"

"Huh?" Elsa blinked at the random question, her eyes still keeping to the path, "Do I think who likes chocolate?"

"Samantha."

Her jaw clenched. "Okay, enough! This is serious, Anna. We have to stay focused," Elsa reprimanded her sister with a stern glare.

"Focused on what, the trees? I'm bored. C'mon, Elsa, we're just walking. It's not like the path's going anywhere. Also, it isn't every day I find out my sister has a crush! Please, just let me have this."

At the pleading look on her sister's face, Elsa's guilt for dragging her along made her give in, "Uuughuhuh. Fine," but it was not without complaint.

It did not escape Anna, however, how her sister failed to deny her presuming her crush, "Yes! So, chocolate, do you think he likes'em?"

"I-I don't know."

"I don't know," she mimicked in an exaggeratedly boring tone, "What kind of answer is that? The game's called 'Guess Who', so you have to guess what he likes.'

"Then shouldn't the game be called 'Guess What?'" Elsa debated smugly.

"Don't get cute with me. Now guess."

"Ow, ugh, Anna," she flustered and groaned, "I-I don't know. Maybe? I mean, who doesn't like chocolate?"

"Hmmm… yes. Quite right. Quite right," Anna agreed fancily while rubbing her chin as if she had a goatee there. "Next question. Do you think, he'd make a good king?"

That was a huuuge jump from chocolate.

With all the blood that had been rushing to her face all morning, it was a wonder how she hadn't fainted yet, "Anna! Stop asking stupid questions!"

"But those are the best ones!" The princess smirked mischievously in reply before her expression went back to being excited, "Oo! Do you think that ~he'd like to build a snowmaaan?~" She sang her old song, all the while, batting her eyes at Elsa.

"Anna," she began to answer when Elsa realized that, speaking of, where was- "Anna… where's Olaf?"

Out of the five of them, he had to say, that the walking-talking snowman was, by far, his favourite. I mean, between the blonde, the red-head, the reindeer, and the guy who talked to said reindeer, well, it really was no contest.

So he followed him instead.

Also because, like the wolf when it came to stalking prey, always go for the one not paying attention, and, boy-o-boy, was this guy not paying attention, "He has good pipes on him though. I'm a fan." He made that face that had the underlip curve over the upper as if to say, 'huh, not bad.'

"This will all make sense when I am olderrr~"

But enough singing. Time for some screaming.

The wicked grin was wholly unbefitting his usually friendly face, "Wind, be a dear?"

At his request, the wind swirled and gathered leaves to dump on the unsuspecting snowman. To his surprise, however, the walking phenomenon just shrugged and kept on singing.

'Huh, tough little bugger.' He then knocked on the trunk of the tree he was standing in. The earth replied happy to please.

A sinkhole appeared in front of Olaf, "(Gasp), Samantha?" He peered into the yawning abyss and, again, merely shrugged when he saw nothing there. Unmoved.

'Woah, this guy,' his eyes widened. Usually, that would've been enough to make even a full-grown man brown his pants. Granted the snowman wasn't wearing any pants, but still. It looked like he had to stop pulling his punches, "Alright, tough guy, let's see how you like this," he said while cracking his knuckles.

The entire forest burst to life around Olaf. There was even fire! Safe to say he ran screaming.

"Yeah, that's right! Get out'ta my forest! Wind!"

Wind grew from a gentle zephyr to a fearsome tornado that carried away the snowman. Lucky, he saw the others coming his way. He directed the spiralling column in their direction and soon they were all swallowed up.

"Take them back to the border. Throw the snowman out along with the rest of the trash," he said but paused when Wind didn't do immediately what he told it to do, "Wind? You okay?"

The tornado suddenly spat everyone out as it devolved into a ball of raging white fury, all but one.

"Elsa!"

"Ugh!" The white-haired man clutched at his chest suddenly, 'What the?' The pull was so strong this time that he felt confused as well as breathless. When before it was like string tied around his lungs someone on the other end had been pulling, now it felt like that that someone decided to use rope instead. He could feel it drawing his entire being towards the sphere Wind had become. 'What's happening to me?' He almost fell out of the tree as he asked.

The sphere began to lower itself until it crashed to the ground revealing the blonde woman kneeling on snow-covered grass looking a little worse for wear.

"Snow?" came his breathless whisper. As she stood up with the aid of her sister, there he saw the queen in an entirely new light, "No… she can't be…" His eyes were thoroughly transfixed on her. Her every movement and utterance his sole focus, "Iduna?"

"Elsa, are you okay?!" Anna rushed towards her sister and helped her up.

Elsa waved away her worries despite still feeling the after-effects of being in a tornado, "I'm fine. I'm just-" the nauseous haze her vision took on began to clear, and once it did, she gasped at her surroundings.

"What?" Anna turned as well and she too gasped, "What are they?"

All around them stood sculptures of ice, and, mystified, they both approached the one that looked like a warhorse, "They look like statues," Elsa said, "frozen in time."

Right then Anna remembered a fun fact that Olaf once told them which at that time sounded ridiculous, but now not so much, "Olaf, what was that thing you said about water?"

"That if it's yellow or green, it's just not clean?"

"Ew! What? No. No, that thing, you know that thing? How you said water, um," Anna snapped her fingers repeatedly as if the metronomical noise helped her with remembering, "had memory? Yes, memory, that's it!"

"Oh yes, water does have memory-" which Olaf then painstakingly demonstrated using Sven as the example of water's "passing" and subsequent "remembering" of said passing. It wasn't any less gross than the first time he told them, honestly.

"Thanks, Olaf, for that," she tried not to sound too disgusted, but the little guy didn't seem to notice either way. "Anyway, what I'm getting at is, and this is just a theory, I believe that these," she caressed the horse's icy mane, "are memories, memories of the forest."

The theory sounded crazy, and it was, but after what they had seen so far, no one really had it in them to deny it.

At that, Elsa surveyed the other statues and her attention caught on two, in particular, the centrepieces of the garden, if you will, "Anna, look!" Elsa jogged towards what looked like two dancers mid dip. Her hands hovered over the statues; she couldn't believe her eyes!

Anna caught up with her sister. "Is that-?" She didn't even need to finish the question.

"Papa…"

Just then they heard rustling in the mist and immediately the group was on high alert. They didn't know what it was, but they could tell that they were many. Kristoff ran in front of the two women to protect them. It spoke of his chivalry how, despite knowing that one sister had ice powers and the other knocked Han's lights out with one punch, he still wanted to protect them. "Stay behind me," he told the ladies.

Back peddling, Anna bumped into something. She whipped around in fear, and was relieved that it was just a statue; more importantly, a statue with a sword, "Lem'me borrow that for a sec. Thaaank you."

"What are you going to do with that thing?!"

"I don't know! Something!" She hissed back at her love.

Her heart hammered in her rib cage. Her palms began to sweat. Whoever these guys were, she hoped they were ready to taste some salty snow.

Could she do this? Could she protect them? Elsa had not the time to dwell on her doubts. They were coming, and the mist felt like it was closing in around them. Closer. Closer… closer.

Closer…

From the trees, suddenly, a figure fell into a crouch right in front of her. Elsa watched in awe and barely contained elation as it rose to its full height, familiar staff in hand. She knew exactly who it was. It was him!

'Samantha...' Elsa shook her head, 'Great, now I'm saying it.' No. It was...

The white-haired man...

She would have smiled if the situation weren't so tense.

He held out his hands, and a strong wind blew the fog away as well as stumbling the people hiding behind it.

Amazing! But she could still hear movement from behind. Elsa spun around and mirrored his actions with her own power, ridding them of the rest of the mist.

"Wait! Those are Arendellian uniforms!" Anna's exclamation rang clear.

I took some liberties with the script here because, as far as memory goes, this is about as much as I could remember from the one time I watched Frozen 2.

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