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Arendelle Harvest Festival Day 2, about 10:00 AM

Today, the Festival was in high gear. Action was everywhere - there were lines at all the game booths, loud singing came from a platform, and the sight of someone running around in their nightclothes suggested that maybe the 24-hour beer stall had not been such a good idea after all. Unfortunately, Elsa was still unable to take part in the fun. Watching the action from a balcony, she thought, I just want them to see the real me, the me that Anna sees - the fun-lover, the older sister. How can I show that side of me to them? Sighing, she returned to her still-overflowing-with-paperwork desk.

Meanwhile, Anna was every bit as busy as Elsa, but having a lot more fun. She, Olaf, and Kristoff were having a bit of a hard time keeping up with all the visitors to the booth - attendance had skyrocketed after what was now known as the "Dancing Reindeer" incident, much to Sven's chagrin. (The reindeer was currently being bombarded by children who were begging him to "do the dance".) The three areas of the booth were each being commandeered by a different person - Kristoff was selling his ice sculptures, Olaf was in charge of the ice-block game, and Anna was handling the newest area.

"What's this, Mama?" asked a small child visiting Anna's side of the booth. Anna leaned down and told him, "We call these 'snow cones', and they're delicious! Would you like one?" When the child's mother nodded at her son, Anna smiled. She asked her customer, "What kind of juice is your favorite?"

"Grape!" answered the boy excitedly.

"Grape it is, then," said Anna, and got to work. Scooping a snowball from the pile of snow, she plopped it onto a paper cone and drizzled grape juice over it. "Here you go," she said as she handed it to the kid. His mother gave Anna a coin, and the child began to scarf it down. Purple juice splattered all over his mouth; Anna couldn't help laughing. The mother, smiling and shaking her head simultaneously, led her son away.

Around noon, Olaf said, "I'm hot. And bored. And hungry."

Kristoff discreetly winked at Anna, she winked back, and they said simultaneously, "We could go for a picnic..."

At this, Olaf became excited, saying, "Can we?!" Kristoff replied, "Well, business has dropped off since the weather got hot, and Anna prepped some lunch for us. But if you're having too much fun here..." "Are you kidding me?!" squealed Olaf. "Let's go!"

The best picnic spot in the area was on top of one of the many cliffs overlooking the fjord. It was relatively easy for Sven to pull the three up there on the sled, so they arrived in no time. While Anna and Kristoff worked on spreading out the blanket, fixing the sandwiches, and keeping Sven away from the cherry pie, Olaf was dancing around excitedly, shouting, "I've always dreamed of doing something like this!" and singing what Anna and Kristoff knew as his summer song.

"He's never really experienced a picnic before, has he?" asked Kristoff as he and Anna prepared to eat. Being extra busy with his ice business lately, he didn't really keep tabs on the snowman's adventures. Usually Anna told him about the more interesting ones. Now she replied, "Well, sometimes Elsa takes him when she's not too busy, but what he's always really wanted is to go with you and me and Sven. I have no idea why," giggling.

Once all the food was finished (thankfully, Sven had shared the pie), Kristoff reached behind him into the sled and grabbed an instantly recognizable object. "You brought your lute!" Anna said excitedly. Kristoff said nothing, but began to pluck out a tune with his fingers and sing:

Other people walk through life
Where you prefer to skip.
And other people watch their step
Where you most likely trip.

Sure, your hair's not perfect,
And there's - what's that - on your clothes,
And yeah, you're kinda talkative,
With freckles on your nose...

But you're you-you-you,
And that's what makes me smile.
You're you-you-you,
So stay that way awhile.

"Oh, Kristoff," said Anna a bit dreamily, "I don't know what to say!" Kristoff continued:

You don't have to say a thing,
I know the way you feel.
Your face is like an open book,
So honest, true, and real.

Other people lie and cheat
When push may come to shove.
Your heart doesn't work like that,
So you're the girl I love...

You're you-you-you,
That's how I hope you'll stay.
You're you-you-you,
But, anyway, that's all I got to say...

As Kristoff strummed the final chord, he noticed that Anna was missing. "Where's Anna?" he asked Olaf hurriedly. "She headed down the fjord about the time you were singing about an open book," replied the snowman. "Something about snowballs... Why? Did you want her for anything?"

"Oh, nothing," said Kristoff, "it's nothing." Letting out a long sigh, he started to pack up the picnic things and reload the sled. Sven was soon pulling it down the cliff and back to the marketplace.

Earlier that morning, Elsa and Anna had agreed that they did need to spend some quality time together during the Harvest Festival. Thus, they had arranged to judge a snowball-throwing contest, in hopes of being able to bond. However, Elsa was still worried about the previous day, and Anna noticed that her older sister was not her normal self.

"Are you okay?" asked Anna. "You don't seem yourself."

Elsa let out a breath and replied, "Anna... do you think I'm... you know... not fit to be queen?"

Anna giggled and replied, "Hey, life's too short to miss out on a sister like you. You're perfect. Now are we going to judge this contest or not?"

Elsa smiled and said, "Let's do this."

The contest consisted of a target, like those used in archery, and a large pile of snow, provided by Elsa, for each contestant. The contestants had to shape as many snowballs as they could within the time limit and throw them at the target. Whoever got the most bulls-eye's would win.

The proceedings were fast and furious, but a clear winner emerged. After Elsa presented the winner of the contest, a girl with glasses, with a personalized ice sculpture, she told the rest of the kids, "You all did very well, and you deserve some fun!" With a wave of her arms, she transformed the target area into a winter wonderland within seconds. Squealing with joy, the kids dispersed onto their new playground.

Anna noticed, out of the corner of her eye, Kristoff's sled returning to the courtyard. She waved him and Olaf over to where she and Elsa were standing, next to a pile of snow. When they arrived, she asked, "Why don't we build something out of this stuff?"

"How about a snowgirl?" Olaf asked. "I could use a little companionship..."

"A snowgirl it is, then," said Elsa, smiling at Olaf. Kristoff shrugged and went over to a veggie stand for a carrot nose. Olaf found some sticks for her arms and hair, including several short ones that made perfect eyelashes. Elsa and Anna rolled the snowballs that would make up her body. They all worked together to put the snowgirl together. When she was finished, she looked a lot like Olaf, except for the eyelashes and the fact that she wasn't alive.

"I think she needs a name..." said Kristoff.

Anna suggested, "How about Olga?" "I like that," said Elsa, and the others nodded their agreement.

"Do you think you could bring her to life?" Olaf asked Elsa hopefully.

"I don't know, but I'll try..." said Elsa nervously. How had she brought Olaf and Marshmallow to life? Elsa racked her brain for any way she could possibly do the same for Olga. Suddenly, the idea hit her like a snowball. She had channeled whatever emotion she had been feeling at the moment when creating the figures - joy for Olaf, frustration for Marshmallow - and, as a result, they had come to life. Now, pointing her arms at Olga, she concentrated on her joy once more - she was celebrating the Harvest Festival, with people who cared about her. Olga's eyes glowed for a moment, then fluttered open. She announced, "Hi! I'm Olga and I like warm hugs!"

Olaf, who had stepped closer to get a better look, was happily surprised. He told his new friend, "I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs, too! C'mon, I'll show you around!" He took her stick arm, and they happily skipped off together.

"He seems happy," said Anna. Elsa smiled, but before she could reply, a man on horseback galloped into the courtyard. He wore red, the official color of the Southern Isles. He stopped in front of Elsa, handing her a roll of paper and saying, "Urgent news from the Southern Isles, Your Majesty," before leaving.

With quaking hands, Elsa undid the ribbon holding the paper together. With Anna and Kristoff looking over her shoulders, she carefully unrolled the paper. It seemed to be in the form of a letter, written in the shaky hand of the elderly king of the Southern Isles, with the symbol of the country, an autumn leaf, at the top. However, instead of the normal hues of gold, the crest was done in black. Elsa read the text of the letter aloud to herself:

To Her Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle,

It grieves me greatly to write these words, but I must. Crown Prince Lief of the Southern Isles is dead.

The circumstances surrounding his death were most extraordinary. Lief was found in our library late last night, and he seemed to be extremely pained. He was hot to the touch, and his brown hair had mysteriously turned black. He said something undecipherable about his youngest brother, the traitor Hans, before crumbling into ashes. Curiously, many other princes of the Southern Isles also lost their lives in a manner similar to this. The only sons I have left are Eric and Rolf, who left on a diplomatic mission before the deaths.

On a related note, Hans has escaped from prison. The iron bars on his cell door were found melted down into nothing. A large reward is being offered for his recapture, so if you find him, alert me immediately.

With all due respect,

King Frederick of the Southern Isles

"Do you suppose there's a connection?" asked Anna. Suddenly, a large fireball hit the ice playground, melting it almost completely. Raising her head, Elsa found herself looking at the one man she had hoped never to see again.

Hans of the Southern Isles.

Next chapter: Hans begins his retribution on Arendelle...