CHAPTER 2:

A GRIM DAY

Hey guys, I just wanted to say that I am so happy that I'm finally writing this idea down. Granted, it's not exactly as how I thought of it in my head, it's still here! And I am excited to hear what you guys think about it. Again, this is my first fan fic so I request that you be gentle with your criticisms. I will be accepting of all criticisms you may have but implore that you not be snippy about it. One last thing, I hope that you guys enjoy Frederick cause I really have a lot planned with him.

100 years later

It was a beautiful day in the kingdom of Arendelle; the birds were singing, not a cloud in the sky, yet there was something wrong. The entire town was set in a shroud of depression as if a great tragedy had befallen it. The people wondered what had happened. Why had the castle gates been closed? Did something happen to the King or Queen? Maybe something happened to the princesses. They've been closed for a week now. They wouldn't close the gates for no reason. At this point, the people only had rumors and their own speculations to make sense of this strange occurence. But life continues and so the people returned to their normal routine, wondering what had happened.

Ever so often would the people come out of their homes or shops to glance at the gates, to check if they had re opened but that never happened. The people kept hope that the gates would re open soon and things would go back to normal. They couldn't be more wrong.

A 100 years, a 100 years had gone by and Frederick was still here. Roaming. That's all he ever really did, roam. Well, that was the case for the first few years, only walking from one place to another, only stopping to sit down. But eventually, Frederick succumbed to a terrible feeling, boredom. Frederick had nothing to do and he expected as much but never knew the full effect of the boredom he would face.

As always, Frederick roamed. He had walked all the way to Arendelle. Through the snowcapped mountains which were quite spectacular. Frederick walked into the small town.

'Well, this is quaint', the voice inside him said as he gazed on the small town.

Frederick had developed the habit of talking to himself since their was, by default, no one else to talk to.

"There is something alluring about it.", he said while he coughed.

Frederick would often respond to his own thoughts, so as to never forget proper speech but he must admit, he did get lonely but that was the point. He had to suffer for the crimes he committed.

Frederick looked the same, even wore the same clothes and they showed no signs of damage or age. Though Frederick looked the same, physically, there was something different about him. He seemed stronger yet weaker. He held a demeanor of strength and power but his eyes held the feable spirit of a man who had grown tired, tired of roaming the world alone, tired of the pain he was in and mostly, tired of listening to himself think.

He coughs.

Frederick marches into the town and as he walks in, he too feels the bleak aura the town was giving off. Something tragic must have happened. These people seem depressed. Wonder what happened.

'What do I care?', a voice inside of him spoke.

'Of course you care. That's why you're here, suffering.', another voice spoke out.

Frederick looked around. Though he felt that he had to help them, he couldn't. What could he do to help them? He could neither talk to them nor touch them. He was a ghost to these people. A specter. Why is it so cold?

Frederick feels a slight shiver run down his spine. It was cold, in the middle of summer? Something strange was happening here but what? Was this the reason why these people seemed upset? He then notices a small boy run onto the street, glaring at the grand castle and its door which were closed. Why were they closed? The boys mother walks out after him. "Johnathon, get back inside. You have chores to finish.", his mother ordered. "I just wanted to see if they re opened the gates. What do you think happened?", Johnathan said as he stared back and forth at his mother and the castle. "I don't know, but whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be fixed soon. Now, come on.", his mother gestured for him to get inside which he obediently did.

This was interesting. Frederick felt as he had to go to the castle. Something was pulling him towards it, attracting him and so, listening to his instincts, walked towards the castle. He coughed a few times.

One of the advantages of his specter form was that Frederick could, by choice, pass through inanimate objects such as doors. This ability helped in his break in of the castle. His invisible form helped in getting past the guards as well. His powers could not be used on living beings, not like Frederick would ever kill, he only did so when he felt it was necessary.

He walked through the halls of the grand castle. Most people would be awestruck at the sight of such grand architecture, such lavish furniture, luxurious paintings and so forth but for Frederick, this meant nothing. Material goods had their value but not enough to gain his attention or admiration, not anymore. He searched the castle, looking for a clue as to what had caused the gates to be locked. He coughed.

Eventually he reached a hallway in which his sight caught onto a small girl with auburn hair that wear tied into pigtails. She knocked on the door. "Elsa, do you wanna build a snowman?", she sang those words.

'Singing, it had to be singing.'

Frederick watched as the girl continued to knock on the door, waiting for a response but no response ever came. Eventually, the young girl gave up and left with her head hanging in defeat. Frederick felt sympathy for the little girl, though you couldn't tell by the look on his face. Frederick moved towards the door. As he came closer he heard faint cries from the other side. He fazed through the door and looked inside. It was a small room, painted blue and there was very little in it. A blue desk, a bed and a wardrobe. Little for any person, including himself. He saw that their sat a little girl with platinum blonde hair and pale skin on the bed. She was sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Anna."

Frederick coughs, a bit violently this time. He covered his mouth.

At that moment, Frederick felt something he hadn't felt in decades, shock. The little girl jumped off her bed and looked at Frederick with wide eyes. She screams.

"Who are you?!"

Frederick raises his eyebrows.

"Interesting.", he says while recovering from his coughing fest.