Disclaimer: If I owned Frozen or RotG, things would be very, very, very, very different.
AN: And just to clarify, in my head basically every world is connected and you could go to that other world if you were special. Think The Lego Movie.
Disclaimer: She doesn't own that either.
15 YEARS BEFORE THE GREAT WINTER
"Be careful, milady." Warned the maid. "You must be careful."
"Thank you, I will," said the little child.
The girl was wrapped in a blue coat with designed snowflakes on the edges of the cloth. Her hands were covered in blue mittens and her platinum blonde hair was in a french braid held with a blue ribbon and a headband set atop her hair. The most dashing and beautiful about this girl was her eyes and her smile. Her eyes shone with courage and joy and her smile was very real, she was not the kind of girl who would hide her true self.
"Have fun, my princess," said King Adgar.
"Run along," her mother, Queen Idun, urged.
The little young princess did not have to be told twice. She quickly ran out to the cold, thin air and playfully jumped into the snow. She felt her cheeks tingle in the cold air and saw the small snowflakes flutter down to the ground. The green pine trees were lined up around her and the hills of snow were piled in giant heaps in front of her.
The adults had went inside again, not wary of the things that could possibly happen to their child. After all, she was special. But that was not what the princess thought.
It's because I am a proper princess.
She spent her time outside mostly pretending to curtsy and wave to imaginary crowds of her soon to be people. Her headband served as an imaginary crown and small balls of snow helped straighten her posture by setting them on top of her head. The only thing not imaginary was, of course, her smile.
She walked around happily and joyfully, and sometimes would act "not princess-like" and swiftly kick around the snow to shower herself with "confetti." She twirled around as if she were dancing with a partner. She stopped playing by herself and stood and stared with her eyes wide in the patch of trees in front of her.
The maid come from inside the castle and stepped out in suspicion.
"Princess Elsa, what is it?" She asked.
The girl swirled around and her face was as normal as ever.
"It's nothing."
The maid nodded and entered the castle once again.
The child turned to the patch of trees again and stayed in this position for a while. She grew impatient with herself and went over to the trees and stopped a few feet away. A gust of cool wind stung her face, but it did not bother her.
A teenage boy of eighteen stepped barefoot towards the princess. He wore something very different from the clothes of a normal boy in Arendelle. His shirt was thicker and a dark blue. The shirt had a big pocket in the middle and a hood in the back. His brown pants were skinny, showing off his thin legs. His hands grasped a long stick which was curved on the top end. His hair was as white as snow, his skin as pale as frost, and his eyes were as blue as the sky.
He stopped right in front of the little princess and saw the reflecting image before her. The image was as clear as day. In front of her was the boy in blue and brown holding the staff with his white hair, pale skin, and blue eyes.
He reached out a hand to touch the girl's arm. He did not go through.
"You can see me?" He asked.
She nodded.
"You can feel me?"
She nodded again.
"You can hear me?"
"If I couldn't hear you I wouldn't be answering," she said.
The boy jumped up and hovered in the air for a few seconds. He whooped and cried out like he won a gold medal. He flew around the girl and stopped behind her. She turned around to face him and seemed unfazed by his hovering acts.
"I- oh, I can't believe this!" he said to himself. He turned to Elsa and excitedly asked, "You believe in me?"
Elsa nodded once more, hesitantly this time, and spoke to the boy.
"You shouldn't be here. Someone could think you're some kind of an intruder." She looked at him suspiciously. "Or worse, a kidnapper."
The boy grinned and chuckled.
"Oh, if I were a kidnapper, I would have taken you to my place already, because of the whole flying thing."
Elsa's glare softened.
"But that wouldn't matter since I don't want to steal children," the boy said.
"But what if the guards came right now to get you?" she asked. "What would you do?"
The boy grinned more and pointed his staff to the snow behind her. "This."
His staff waved around and the white snow turned into many perfect small snowballs. Elsa's eyes slightly widened when she turned around, but other than that, she seemed unimpressed.
"That's great, but what little good would those snow-" She felt the cool snow collide into her beautiful face and felt her chest tingle with delight.
She wiped the sparkling snow off her face with her mitten covered hands. As the snow fell to the ground, her eyes sparkled and sparks of blue snowflakes swirled in front of her eyes. She felt the uncontrollable urge to laugh at nothing. She laughed loudly with no way to stop it. The boy laughed with her in sync and grasped tightly on his staff to steady himself. When the boy closed his eyes for only a few seconds, the princess grabbed the snow from the ground, quickly rounded it into a ball, and fired it at the laughing adolescent. He stopped laughing and glared at the princess.
"That's it. No more impressions," he said.
Elsa stared in shock. She watched his staff turn a pile of snow into a huge ball. She gasped and dodged the ball before it could land on her. The teen had a huge cocky grin on his face and started to make another ball of snow. Elsa watched him wave the staff around to make the snowball. Elsa was smart enough to know what to do.
She dodged the incoming snowball and lunged for the staff. She landed in the snow, but her hand was grasping the stick, she looked up. The boy was shocked from the unexpected move. Elsa got to her feet and tugged on the stick. The boy tugged back and was expected to be stronger than the young princess, and he was, but he let go of his staff when the girl kicked the glittering snow in his face, blocking his sight. She ran with the staff in hand, preparing her next attack as the wind blew harder. The boy groaned as he saw the girl run with the staff.
"Hey! Don't break it!" He yelled over the wind.
She looked back and threw the staff behind her.
"You want it?" she asked enticingly. "Fight."
The boy rolled the snow into a ball with his bare hands and threw it at the girl. Elsa saw that the boy was now at a disadvantage. And she was the one with the advantage. Before the ball of snow could hit her, she dodged and laughed. She waved her hands in the air and conjured up a snowball bigger than the boy had ever conjured with his staff. She was afraid of her creation, but she dared not to show the boy her fear. She threw the snow at the boy, and with the wind, it gave it enough momentum to possibly even hurt him.
He stood agape, watching her conjure the snowball without the help of a staff, as if she were born with this gift. He jumped out of the way before the giant snowball could hit his chest. He laid face down in the snow. He groaned and turned his head in time to see the petite girl conjure up another deathly snowball. She did the same movement when she was about to throw the snowball at him, and the boy panicked.
"Okay! Okay! Truce, truce!" He cried.
She reluctantly set her hands down and the snow fell to the ground. The boy stood up and brushed the snow off his clothes. The girl picked up the staff and ran to his side offering him his staff back. The boy took it and thanked her. He set the bottom on the ground and swung his feet to the top of the staff so he would be in a squatting position.
"Jack Frost." He introduced. "So, what's up with that snow, Miss Magical?"
"My name isn't Miss Magical, it's Elsa." She said. "Princess Elsa of Arendelle."
"Princess?"
"Yes, I'm a princess."
"Maybe that's why you were more 'dodge' than 'throw' in the beginning."
"Just because I'm a princess doesn't mean I can't play in a snowball fight."
"Really?"
"Didn't you see what I did before you waved the white flag?"
"I didn't give up." He shot.
"Yes, you did." She argued.
"No, I didn't." He said.
Elsa laughed.
"Fine, you didn't give up."
She waved her hands again and made a clear crown in midair. She set it on her head and continued to make another crown. As the boy observed, he saw her concentrate hard on the subject. Her eyes had a slight sign of fear, but they were beautiful nonetheless. She set the other crown on the boy's head.
"This time, let's play something that's a bit less hurtful, Jack." She said with a smile. "Do you want to build a snowman?"
AN: Do you want to build a snowman? Come on, let's go and-
Person in Black: *Punches me in the face*
