A/N.

Once again I find myself at the end of the line. This has been a major project for me this summer (next to my Motorcycle) and really, I'm only a third of the way through. I may at some point remove the Disney elements, add some more detail and try to publish for real. This story once again hasn't really worked here among the Frozen crowd, I guess it's just too crazy. But with the lack of reviews I just don't know what to change. If you've suffered thru the whole thing I thank you. I've always wanted to bring something different to the table here at Fan Fiction, and will continue to do so. As a bonus, I've altered the ending to create a cliffhanger and borrow from part 2. Look for part 2 to start somewhere around the Thanksgiving holiday.

We set off on the trail with the wind in our hair, or what was left of it for some, I will miss my strawberry blonde girl.

Wow, it has been a long time. I stopped cycling ten years ago. When the pain got too much it was time to quit. I've always wanted to ride these perfect trails, and here we are, ear to ear grin for the both of us. This is where we should be- just absorbing the sunshine- and being free. Not worrying how we're gonna' pay the rent, or that latest medical bill, the car needs a new transmission, and on and on.

So much of our daily lives back on Earth were just like that for nearly everyone. Now for us select few, we get to pursue leisure. If you're an artist, paint. Musician? write some music. A runner? Just run, and keep on running like Forest Gump, till ya can't run no more. Pursue your passions,... be free.

But for Anna and I, we had responsibilities. We had a kingdom to run. The good news is our duties would be light for now, knock on wood. Just make a few decisions here and there. Pick our flag, what color should the castle be? Who can get married first. Pretty light weight stuff.

There's not a chance in hell it's gonna' be that easy.

During my trial, there was something familiar about what happened. So I decided to play twenty questions.

"Anna, there was something familiar about The Trial, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Who came up with the script?"

"Some of it was my idea, I tried to do every evil queen in written fictional history, but what you did was based on a video game."

"What?! That was worse than Grand Theft Auto!, what sinister game did you base it on?"

"The Legend of Zelda." I tried to shake the words I just heard out of my head.

"How on earth did you come up with that?"

"Think about it, Michael. Search for a key to a locked door, explore the passages, find the weapon you need to defeat the boss. Find your way to the boss, and destroy it to move on to the next level."

"So you planted the knife?"

"Actually, there were several weapons scattered thru the castle. I'm really glad you didn't find the hatchet, the idea of being bludgeoned in the skull scared me, personal shield or not."

"That's OK, I would have just hacked you to pieces."

"That's not very reassuring."

I remember that game, the Ocarina of Time. I came home from work and played every night till midnight for a month, and was so sad when I finally got to the end, and had to say goodbye to Princess Zelda.

Oh shit,... I have a princess fetish. On earth, this epiphany would mean it's time to see a therapist, and here, I'm marrying one. That's kinda funny, and I snickered to myself.

"What's so funny?"

"I just realized that I have a serious jones for princesses! The Legend of Zelda was about a princess, several movies that are my all-time favorites have princesses. Ugh,...Why!?"

"Yea, it is a strange thing to be on your all-time favs list."

"Just like the old saying, be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!" She about wrecked her bike slugging me in the arm. We were slowly coming back, and just being us. So we turned the corner to the trail that led to the house, finally... Home.

We got in the door and I could just feel the tension melt away, she was here, with me, at last. And still typical Anna. Shoes and socks came off immediately. The house had a staleness to it though. Houses don't like it when no one lives in them, it's like they die a small death. Speaking of death,...

"Hey Stinky Feet!, wanna' crack some windows?"

"Excuse me!, I am a princess, and my feet do not stink. They smell like a flower garden." Being the limber creature she was, she jammed her foot right in my face, smashing my nose. While it was sweaty, it still smelled like lavender. She was all sugar and spice.

"OK, I get it, you know I'm just jerkin' your chain, but seriously we need to open some windows." So we set about airing the place out. Then it was time to see if any of my equipment still worked, it's been a half year since any of this has been on. I put on some light jazz and just laid back on the couch. I closed my eyes and was just starting to enjoy the peace, when...

"OK, so what do you want to do with the rest of the day?" So I got up, put my hands in her armpits and picked her up, hmm, this is now effortless. I took her to the couch and told her quite forcefully; "SIT DOWN!" She slowly settled into the couch, starring at me the whole time.

"What we are going to do is sit the fuck down, and we are going to fucking relax. In case you haven't been paying attention to current events, the last few days have been a little stressful, as I had to plot the murder of the woman who I love dearly." I got right in her face, and I'm sure with my new stature, I was quite intimidating.

"You're right Michael- I'm sorry- I guess I was viewing this from the actors side of things."

"That's the point, Anna. You would've won an Oscar for your performance. For me it was very real, and very heartbreaking. When I looked into your eyes for that last time, I wanted that moment to last forever."

"Michael, I have a confession to make. When I screamed last night, it was real. I genuinely feared for my life. The shield may not have worked, and I was terrified."

"The worst part is, you made the decision too easy. My only solace was knowing I would have joined you in death."

"No, the guards were instructed not to harm you in any way."

"WHAT?!, why would you do that?!"

"Because this is not about me. These people would still need a leader. That leader is you."

Selfless, to the end. My God, I hope these people realize what they're getting. The Anna who made a choice to save others, instead of herself. This time in real life, and not on the big screen. She'll be one for the history books. And two thousand years from now some child will be sitting in a classroom reading a story about the great Queen Anna, the first.

"I don't think I could do this without you."

"I felt the same way, that's why we went thru all this."

Then I looked her straight in the eye.

"I meant what I said, I did not want you to die without knowing I still loved you. You were the most foul, evil bitch I've ever been with, but all that shit couldn't keep me from loving you. But now we're here, and away from all the Royal stuff. So please, for the love of God, can we just take it easy for a few days?! And just be us?"

"Will we survive this?"

"I hope so, we've got a long way to go, but even kings and queens take vacations, and as the future king, I declare we are officially on vacation."

"Yes, your Majesty!"

"Now that's more like it. I want you to lay back on this couch, while I rub your smelly feet until this record is over, then we're gonna' get something to eat. After that we are going to do nothing for the rest of the day, understood?" She just nodded.

My favorite thing to do, nothing.

We managed to get though dinner before an interruption by my favorite thorn in my side, Olaf.

"Good evening Princess Anna and Prince Michael. We have a special astronomical event you may wish to observe tonight. A trinary moon system in orbit of the gas giant we are at is having a collision event. The smallest moon of the system is in a decaying orbit around the largest one, when it collides the results should be quite spectacular."

"Thanks Olaf, that does sound interesting,... tree house?" I said, Anna perked right up.

"Oh, hell yes! I'll get the sheets, pillows and blankets."

"And I'll get the cookies,... and towels."

It was kind of a mess, it's been a long time since we've been up here. But nothing has felt so right in so long. We made love. It wasn't super passionate, it wasn't forceful, hell, it wasn't even that exciting. But it was the best for those very reasons, it was normal, and it felt fantastic.

Then it was time to watch the show. The little moon kept orbiting the big moon faster and faster as it went down it's gravity well. when it finally touched, a giant shower of sparks were emitted, the sparks fanned out as the little moon rolled violently across it's surface, then the little moon finally exploded, sending a shower of molten rock into space, lighting up the Habitat, I was starring at it lost in deep thought.

"So what are you thinking about right now?" She said. Most of the time, guys don't have an answer, this time I did. She was curled up on my chest, with her fingers drawing little circles on it, and quite content.

"Something my mother said a long time ago; 'You can never go home again.' I never knew what she meant until now. We are never going to be the same, you and me. Maybe it'll be better, maybe it'll be worse, but it'll never be the same.

Eventually she did go home, but in a cardboard box, lined in plastic. As we pored her ashes out on that North Sea beach she frequented as a child, I thought about what she said, and now I realize she was right."

"That may be true, but I for one can't wait to take on this adventure called life with you, I have always loved you."

"And I can't help but love you." Sleep came peacefully in each others arms, under the moons fiery light...

"Mike, hey Mike, wake up! Break's over, the power's back on, you OK? You don't look so good, and who's this Onna?"

No,...No,...NOOOOOOOOOOO! This can't be happening! It was so real, all those colors. The butterflies... Her face, her beautiful face. Those eyes, our Utopia. It's gone, it's all gone. I was taking heavy, deep breaths, but it wasn't helping. I can't let them know, I'll fake it for now.

"Yea,.. um,... Tony. I'm OK. I must've really been out, haven't really slept good in the last couple of months." I damn near forgot his name.

"Well the God-damned boss wants us to work late for all the time we lost today."

"That's no fucking surprise, holy shit, am I stiff!" I made my way to the bathroom. In the dingy mirror was the face of an old, broken man. Just then I had a coughing fit. Metal ball, what did he say? Cancer? I hardly recognized the face I was seeing, the dream was so big, and so detailed, but it was quickly fading now that reality had reared it's ugly head.

I never dreamt about Frozen stuff, ever. There's a reason why I don't. because the happiness that would bring would cause a cascade into madness. You'd never want to wake up, and that's what's happening here.

"Hey Mike!, ya wanna' get back at it? we're burnin' daylight!"

"Sure thing, Rick." Wasn't that something the Doc said? Doctor Abdul, or something. Shit, it doesn't mean anything now, it was just a dream.

So I finished up the day, two hours late. I had to stop by the store, my refrigerator was all shelves, and butter. While passing thru the aisles, a scent caught my attention. I picked up the box of bar soap that I thought was its source. 'Yardley's English Lavender', hmm. I took a strong whiff of it, this is what Anna smelled like, all the time. Wait a second!, my mom bought this stuff, and since when did any living human being be able to smell in a dream? Was I confusing my mom and Anna? Ewww! I quickly set the box down, but the scent kept lingering in my nostrils.

Parked the car in my muddy driveway, the one I've been meaning to get paved. It didn't matter. None of this shit mattered. I had escaped, I was free of this everyday madness. A king, I was going to be a king. The fairy tale had come true. All this ugliness would be a distant memory, and now I had to step right back into it.

Got to the door and went to open it. I just about took the door handle off in my hands. This door required a key, I've grown accustom to doors without locks over the past several months. Doors in Utopia don't need locks. Once inside, the silence was deafening. Nobody's home, just me. I put my bag of crap in the refrigerator, I was in no hurry to eat. I didn't feel like eating ever again, I just can't do this any more. I can't look at these walls, I can't go back to that job. I can't stand this, I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it any more!

As I walked out into the living room, getting ready to find some new direction in what little life I had left, I see light peeking out from under the door of the shrine room. I opened the door to find every light on in the place, which is odd. I'm normally very careful about turning stuff off, old habits for an old man. Looking around in this room, in it's solid light blue color, with all it's sparkly crap, this is not helping me. I must stop the madness, it begins right here, right now.

I went outside and rolled my garbage can right inside the door, muddy wheels and all. I started to stuff all that Frozen crap in the can, all of it. The curtains, the figurines, the lamps, the cardboard cutouts, the Bluray disk, every single scrap of it. The cutouts were so big, I couldn't get them all the way into the can. Anna's sappy, smiling face was staring back at me from that can as I bumpily wheeled her thru the mud to the curb. Pickup wasn't for a few days yet, but I didn't care, I wanted to be as far away from that shit as possible.

I went back in and fired up the laptop, and opened the folder containing all my stories. 'Are you sure you want to delete this folder, and send it to the recycle bin?' Yes, I'm very sure, tap.

I went to my bedroom, and packed a suitcase. It was time to bail. I took everything from the fridge that looked like sandwich supplies and drinks and put in a cooler. everything else I'd throw away, then I unplugged it. I'm not coming back for a while, and maybe not ever. I grabbed the checkbook, cash, the little bit of gold I managed to stash away, and threw my supplies in the car. I'm gonna' put as many miles between this hell-hole and me as possible.

I was about two hundred miles in when my head started to nod, I was in the middle of nowhere, a common Nebraska thing, and was looking for a motel. When I woke up, I was about twenty feet from the bridge abutment.

Too late...

End Part One