Two chapters at once, woohoo! This story took form because I was at a summer camp last week and my cabin mates were talking about Frozen (in the middle of summer too!) and naturally I listened in. They were discussing the idea of the trolls being the real evil ones and Hans and Weselton were just mind controlled pawns in their game (part 2 spoiler) and I just had to grab my phone and start jotting the ideas down. This chapter is related to the evil Kristoff one. It shows the trolls original bad intentions to start with that they carried out throughout the story. Enjoy, this was the most fun I've had in writing in a long time!
Summary: What if the trolls were the real antagonists after all?
Once upon a time, in a magical clearing in the woods...
There lived a great family of stone trolls. From a mortal eye, they simply looked like perfect round mossy rocks perched in a large sunken clearing in the middle of a forest. Except for the multitude of them, the perfect spherical shape of the rocks, and the loud rumbling of the ground nearby when they assembled their true selves, they weren't noticeable. Their true forms would sprout heads and hands and feet and occasionally moss scarves and fire crystals. The would sing songs, dance, make potions. Myths of these peculiar creatures spread far and wide throughout Europe, and little did the trolls know- books were written about them, illustrations drawn, tales told. Tens or even hundreds would flock into the little Norweigan clearing near North Mountain to seek advice on mystical problems unsolved by the common doctors and scientists- fire breathing animals, magical creature sightings, strange events. Ice wielding children.
The trolls helped, or so they thought. Every remedy came with a consequence.
When frightened villagers from a nearby village pulling along a stray dog that had wandered in barking smoke and flames, the trolls ordered a quarantine and a special potion to be fed to it every day for a week. The dog would recover and became normal again, but on one condition. It was to come in no contact with fire whatsoever. Even the mere sight of a lit candle, they said, would trigger it's powers to resurface twice it's original strength. Fearful, the villagers locked it in a pen inside a closed off stable. The poor dog was cooped up inside it's small prison for weeks, until one day a stranger unintentionally walked past the stable holding a candle. The dog's inner powers were immediately reignited, and it burst into flames immediately, charging about it's pen furiously. Had it not been for the quick thinking of the other villagers, the stable and maybe nearby houses would have long since burned down. Stories went around that none of this was true and the dog had just knocked over a stray candle and set the room ablaze. The owners tried to believe the same, even the man who had walked by tried to believe that lie.
Little did anyone know a young troll had fed the dog a fire crystal well knowing the consequences.
Another time, a different village claimed to be seeing strange aurora borealis in the summer night sky- the usually harmless flowing colorful lights would take shape into different scenes of destruction; fields burning, warriors clashing violently, a silhouette of a girl freezing over a kingdom. Fearing it was forshadowing the fates of themselves, they immediately sought out the trolls. The trolls instructed a incanation to be chanted when the next time the strange auroras were visible and they would dissapear. The villagers performed it as told, but from then on there were never any auroras again, just a blank empty sky above them. Not even stars beyond that. And the villagers living in constant dread if what they saw in the cosmos was actually their fates.
Little did they know it was another wicked work of the trolls, meant to cause fear among the mortals. A special combination of spells and a night sky proved to be endless forms of entertainment for the trolls.
The truth was, the trolls knew how to fix these problems. Yet they believed humans were too destructive and ungrateful to be shared with. They hid cures from diseases that were almost blatant, remedy plants, useful information. They began stealing small children from homes, raising them to believe they were blood and feeding them lies as the children's families cried for them back home. They whispered false ideas into the ears of the wild creatures that roamed the mountains. If they saw humans becoming to successful for their liking, they would chant curses for the gods to rain on them.
One of these families was the royals of the kingdom of Arendelle. King Adgar and Queen Idunn, the ruling young couple, had been expecting their first child. Economics and trade had been booming for their kingdom, alliances made. They proved to be excellent rulers, and their property thrived happily under them. And to add to this, they announced the pregnancy of their first child. Greatly angered by the celebrating humans, Grand Pabbie himself lumbered to the edge of the kingdom, perched at the foot of north mountain surrounded by a beautiful fjord. He raised his hands to the sky and chanted down a curse- their firstborn would be cursed with ice powers. Not only that, but she would have constant fear of them. And the only way to break that spell was with a true love's kiss.
"But little prince or princess will be getting no such kiss," he cackled. "They'll be locked in her castle all their life scared of their own hands."
He watched in satisfaction as a single snowflake fell from the middle of a clear spring night sky. It was whisked into the castle by an invisible force and drifted inside the window of the royal's bedroom. A bright flash of blue light illuminated their room for a few seconds, causing the guards posted near the window to yell in suprise. A few months later the baby was born, a blonde haired blue eyed girl named Elsa. Confusion rose amongst the villagers and even her parents themselves. Elsa was the only platinum blonde in a large family tree of dark brunettes and redheads. And the confusion didn't stop there. Barely weeks after her birth, her parents soon discovered Elsa had the ability to create and manipulate ice and snow. Fearful, her parents secretized the young girl's life and began the search for this reason for her powers. They kept her within the proximity of the castle, and the villagers who longed to catch a glimpse of the child they'd anticipated for so long were getting antsy.
Two years later, Idunn gave birth again. A rosy redheaded girl named Anna, who showed no signs of any powers except for the charm of her adorable face.
Next chapter: Part two of The Evil 'Love Experts', involving a mind controlled Hans who truly loves Anna but risks death by the trolls if he doesn't play on with his villain role!