Hey everybody! This will be the last of the short stories, but don't worry! This one will lead directly into The Frozen Heart: Part 3! Yes, that's right. I plan on releasing it on Friday, so make sure you stay tuned. And be sure to check this FanFic every now and then, as I will release small stories corresponding to Part 3 and more. The Short Stories will live on! Anyways, here it is! The final Frozen Short Story.

Frozen Short Stories 5

Balance

Pabbi shifted in his place, almost not wanting to go to sleep. Something had been bothering him for days now. Ever since the Queen and the King had welcomed the arrival of their first child, and the Princess had wed Kristoff, something about the aurora in the sky told him something was wrong. There were tinges of reds, even blacks in the aurora. Something was definitely wrong. Pabbi had to tell the King and Queen, but he couldn't just walk into Arendelle without stirring up a commotion.

He unrolled himself, and went to the hallowed out tree stump he used as a cauldron. Pabbi prided himself in being skilled in the magical arts. He looked up at the night sky, and studied the lights. There were the usual greens and purples, but every now and again, a streak of red would blaze through, followed by a black light soon after. Pabbi put a few handfuls of moss into the stump, followed by a little bit of water from the nearby creek. He removed one of the green crystals from around his neck, and dropped in in the stump. He mixed it with his hand, and peered deep into it.

He reeled back in horror at the things he saw. Never before had he seen powers like this. Well, once. He mixed it again, and looked worriedly up at the borealis.

"These are troubling signs." Pabbi said. A little child troll overheard him, and waddled up to him.

"What's wrong, Gran Pabbi?" she asked. Pabbi shrugged, and picked up the little troll.

"Nothing is wrong, Little One. But we do need to get a message to the King and Queen of Arendelle. This is urgent." Pabbi explained.

"Next time Kristoff stops by, we can tell him to deliver it." the little troll suggested.

"No, he doesn't visit often anymore. I'm leaving for Arendelle. If anyone asks in the morning, tell them I've gone into the woods to meditate, okay?" he asked. The little troll nodded as if she understood.

Pabbi put the small troll down, and picked up his walking stick. He looked back at all his sleeping relatives, and sighed. He looked up at the borealis. Another red streak shot through the ribbon of light. He could feel heat from it this time.

"Queen Elsa," he said to himself, "We are relying on you."

Stian stretched uncomfortably in his bed. The moonlight shown through the window, followed by the faint light of the aurora over Arendelle. He looked to his left. Of course.

His newborn daughter, Neiva, was tucked up against her Mother's chest. The two girls slept as if they'd never done so before. People said women looked odd after childbirth, but not Elsa. She retained her drop dead beautiful looks without even trying. Her platinum blonde hair lay tangled around her shoulders as she smiled softly in her sleep.

Stian left the bed, and went downstairs to the kitchen. He opened the door to find somebody already at the table.

"What's up, Kristoff?" Stian asked. The Ice Master turned, a little suddenly. He sighed when he saw it was just Stian.

"Couldn't sleep." he admitted.

"Third night in a row, huh?" Stian asked.

"You too?"

"A little. I drift off every now and then, but I'm never really tired anymore, you know?" he asked. Kristoff nodded.

"It's like something doesn't want us to sleep." Kristoff said. Stian scoffed.

"I've seen some weird things in my time here in Arendelle, but Sleep Monsters aren't one of them."

"Your Majesty." came a voice. Stian looked around. Nobody was in the room but he and Kristoff.

"Hello?" Stian called.

"Down here." the voice said. Stian looked down, and standing next to his chair was a short plump man. His skin looked hard and cracked, and he wore a sort of cloak made from moss. His hair was grass that stood up all over his head. He was a little odd.

Stian yelled.

"Ah! Who- what-"

"Stian! Stian, calm down! This is Gran Pabbi. He's a Troll." Kristoff said. Stian quieted down.

"A Troll? You know him?" Stian asked.

"I raised him." Pabbi said, patting Kristoff on the head.

"Gran Pabbi, it's been too long!" Kristoff said, covering the man with a hug.

"Uh, what exactly is a Troll doing in the Castle?" Stian asked.

"The gate was unlocked. Anyway, that isn't why I came to see you. Where is the Queen?" he asked.

"She's sleeping, why?" Stian asked.

"I guess you'll have to do then." Pabbi said.

"What do you mean by that-"

"Stian. You were cursed with the powers along with Elsa, am I right?" Pabbi asked.

"Yes..." Stian said hesitantly. Pabbi hefted himself onto the table, so to speak with Stian face to face.

"You are all in grave danger." he said. Kristoff scoffed.

"What do you mean? Arendelle is completely safe."

"No, Kristoff. Not from other Kingdoms. The aurora by the Troll's Dwelling has been acting odd recently. We Trolls view the aurora as a gateway to another world. If something in that world is thrown off balance-"

"The aurora turns red, right?" Kristoff asked.

"Exactly. I was skeptical at first, but I decided look into the aurora just in case. As I peered into its reflection in the water, do you know what I saw?" Pabbi asked. Stian shook his head. "There is a problem. In another world."

"Another world? Pabbi, you aren't serious-" Kristoff was cut off.

"I'm afraid I am. Stian, your Wife, Queen Elsa has a gift. As do you. What about your child?" Pabbi asked. Stian was taken aback.

"Neiva? We don't know yet, she's only a few weeks old." Stian said.

"There are others." Pabbi said.

"Others?"

"With powers similar to yours. Not frost, though. Each one is unique." Pabbi explained.

"Wait, wait wait. There are other people with powers?" Stian asked. Pabbi nodded.

"Scattered all over the world. There are four primary. Yours and Elsa's is frost. The other three are fire, stone and energy."

"Like elements?" Kristoff asked.

"But there is another," Pabbi said, ignoring him, "There is a fifth power that can overwhelm the other four."

"What is it?"

"Darkness, Stian. Darkness is coming. For you. And all the others of your kind."

"Wait, if this person-"

"People."

"More than one!?" Stian asked, terrified. "If these people from the other world want us, they have to cross over into this world to get us, what does that mean?"

"There is only one thing I know for sure." Pabbi said.

"What?" Kristoff asked.

"Her name is Asle. Do you know why somebody who had dominance over darkness would come here? To Arendelle?" Pabbi asked.

"No idea." Stian admitted.

"She wants to take every bit of light from this world. The closest place where these two worlds meet?" Pabbi asked.

"Arendelle." Stian and Kristoff said at the same time.

"How long do we have?" Stian asked. Pabbi shook his head.

"I do not know. Maybe days. Maybe weeks. Perhaps years. I don't know."

"You need to tell Elsa." Kristoff said.

"No. Elsa's life is already hectic enough right now. I can't tell her that there is a crazy darkness lady coming to steal the world's light. I can't."

"You've seen weirder things! Ageless Snow Gods, Trolls, and Elves. Why is this so outlandish?" Kristoff asked. "I'm telling Anna."

"Kristoff please! Don't! Listen, we need to keep this under wraps until we find out if this... Asle is even coming at all. We don't want to get our wives worked up over nothing!"

"I guess you have a point. Thank Pabbi-" Kristoff turned to thank the Troll, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Stian didn't sleep well that night, and stared out the window at the glowing borealis. This wasn't good. At all. If there was anything he could do to defend his Kingdom, to defend his Family, he'd do it. But who knows? Maybe this old Troll was just paranoid or crazy. Another streak of unusual red and black shot through the aurora.

Maybe.