Summary: (suggested by the awesome CharlieMcGeeFan, I do write requests!) Similar to the events of 'The Ice Queen's Reluctant Return'- Elsa decides to return to Arendelle- but this time after she freezes Anna's heart.
She thought she would be safe.
She was shrouded in a personal blizzard spinning faster and faster. What had started as a couple snowflakes had escalated to a full blown storm that suffocated her. She thought she would be safe here. Free. Forgotten. Her biggest secret- her ice powers- were exposed with a single mistake, she never wanted to go back ever again. Miles and miles from Arendelle, she had sought refuge and a new life high in the North Mountain. Her powers had proved powerful and beautiful as a whole grandiose ice palace sprang from her fingertips sprouted from a single thought. The stunning dream gown she had woven purely of ice. The detailed rooms of the palace, down to the tiny gilt on the walls. The serenity of the mountains. The crisp, clean, cool air that contrasted to the muggy, dirty, dusty air of Arendelle- and even better- there was not a soul to accidentally hurt in sight. Even being able to let her hair down in a loose braid from a tight constricting bun was a relief.
Until, Anna showed up. Her sister had chased her up to the upstairs pavilion and more or less demanded Elsa to come back to Arendelle. Elsa protested, Anna protested back, Elsa shouted, Anna shouted back, Elsa ran, Anna guilt tripped her, mittened hands grasping the ice railing Elsa had just gilded.
"The kingdom is frozen over! No one can get in or out!" Anna had yelled.
And with that, the serenity of her North Mountain haven was shattered like ice on the fjord when the chinook wind blew. The works of her own hands turned against her. Temperature dropped. Anna had screamed at her over an ever growing blizzard Elsa could not control, spurred by her emotions.
"I CAN'T!" Elsa screamed as the last of her patience finally snapped. Her long braid flew in front of her face, obscuring her vision. She felt a horrifyingly powerful surge of power in her body and felt the blizzard absorb into her in a flash. The built up energy frightened Elsa and she exhaled hard and thrust out her arms to release it from her. An overwhelming blast of cold exited her shaking frame and she nearly collapsed on the ice from the force.
A groan from behind her roused her. Anna was doubled over on the floor, clutching her heart with a mittened hand. A bolt of fear flashed through Elsa as she saw her sister's state.
"Anna!" A voice shouted from outside. A strange man with chartreuse snow gear and a strange blob of snow ran in and grabbed the redhead. "Are you all right?"
"I'm... fine..." Anna panted. Her hand- no, her heart was glowing with magic. It faded in a second, but Elsa was shocked. She had just frozen her sister's heart. Just like what the trolls had predicted all those long years ago.
"We have to go back to Arendelle," Anna gasped out, an icy voice replacing her previous painful cry.
"Elsa, please," the strange man pleaded, clutching the princess.
Elsa's heart caught in her throat as she stared at Anna. Her sister was trying hard to hide it as she struggled to her feet, but she was a mask of anger over a face of pain. She was trembling and clutching onto the man.
Anna was hurt. Guilt and shame crawled up her spine. Anna was hurt. The kingdom was stuck in winter. Her father's kingdom would be destroyed and forgotten. People could die, because of Elsa.
I can't let this happen. Elsa thought. I can't.
"I- I'm coming," she said softly. She willed a fur of ice to appear in her hands and laid it on Anna gently, being careful not to touch her sister in the least. "Please, show me the way."
The man sighed in relief and ruffled his blond hair. He grabbed the fur and wrapped it around Anna as he led her back down the stairs. "I'm Kristoff, by the way." He said quickly. Elsa felt no need to introduce herself.
The trip back to Arendelle was cold and silent. The strange man spared no more than two silent glances at her the whole trek down the mountain. It was all on a grim faced reindeer Kristoff called Sven.
Most of Kristoff's attention was on Anna, who was fragilely perched behind him on the man's reindeer. She clutched the snowman in her arms, who was still and silent as a rock. A lock of her strawberry blonde hair had turned white and she began to shiver. Offered no ride or passage, Elsa had to do her best by jogging and running alongside the reindeer riders. She tore through frozen branches and amassed snow drifts to keep up with the reindeer's quick trotting. She was debating whether to ask the man if they could stop for a rest when she lost her footing amongst some loose rocks. She slipped and fell down a small ravine with a scream.
"E-Elsa!" Anna called to her weakly. The queen struggled to climb back up the craggy rocks slick with ice, about eight feet down. She bit her lip and risked a big leap to the top. As she grasped the top rocks, she felt her ice dress tear. A long rip ran up the back of the skirt to her upper thigh. She struggled back to the surface and continued on shamefully. She dared not repair her dress in fear of releasing any unnecessary power.
What seemed like hours later, the kingdom of Arendelle dimly game into view. The previously colorful, bustling gem of the Norwegian seas was a bleak, white wilderness. The fjord was purely white ice. And the air! What had been warm and summery weather was so very cold and still.
They quickly skirted across the choppy ice and headed up the stone steps to the castle. Elsa threw concerned glances at Anna as she picked her way through the ice. Her sister's hair had turned even whiter and her skin was quickly turning to the color of snow.
"J-just a little farther," Kristoff informed them flatly.
Once at the palace gates, Kristoff scooped up Anna and hurried towards the palace. He rapped on the doors urgently and quickly explained the situation when a crowd of concerned servants answered the rapping. Her stomach twisted as she saw that wretched Hans appear at the door and take the shaking Anna in his arms, looking concerned.
Once the princess was inside, the doors slammed with finality, sealing away Anna from Elsa just like they had been all those years- yet again. Kristoff put his head down with a loud sigh and turned to walk away.
Next chapter: part 2 of 'After the Heart Freezes'.