Chapter 2
Errol the troll turned up at the castle gates at midnight. It had been a tough ride, and he felt extremely embarrassed, particularly as his arrival was not entirely unnoticed by the locals. There was a brief conversation outside the palace gates with the guard, and then he was shown into a reception room to await King Stefan's attendance.
A surprisingly short period of time passed, before the blond king entered the room. His hair was a little mussed, and there were bags under his eyes. He wore a heavily decorated robe over his pyjamas.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, upon entry. "My staff said it was something important about Elsa."
Errol cleared his throat, "Ah, yes, Your Majesty. It is about Elsa." He sat unbidden on an armchair, and the king did likewise. "I have consulted with my colleagues on her case, and am pleased to say I have more advice to give you, concerning her powers."
The king looked very serious.
Errol gulped. "I'm afraid I was a little hasty in my diagnosis. It seems that though the treatment for Princess Ana was correct, there is more that we can do for Elsa."
"Go on," King Stefan urged.
"Well, she needs training. My few remarks to her will not get her far. In fact, research suggests that should that be all her training, she would end up alone, afraid and destructive. If tragedy befell any that she felt close to in that difficult time…*ahem* she could, uh, freeze the kingdom. Or something."
Stefan blinked. "So she needs training, and you are able to provide that?"
"Well, yes and no. Trolls can help, but my colleague Phil would be better suited to look after her. I fear my memory would not be all the help it should."
"Will the girls still need to be separated?"
"Er, actually, no. They wouldn't. In fact, studies show that withdrawal of loving relationships at this stage would only make things…colder. Worse. Much worse."
King Stefan let out a great sigh of relief, and slumped back in his chair. "Phew," he said. "I'm really glad you contacted your colleagues about all this. Imagine forgetting something so important, and being unable to help at all. That would almost make you responsible for any and all trauma Elsa and my kingdom endured as a result of your professional negligence."
Errol smiled weakly. "Yes, Your Majesty. Thank the Earth for colleages."
AN: Tee hee. Well, this made me laugh. But seriously, what a plot hole! So I fixed it. And may have theoretically rewritten the movie as an outcome. Ah well!