I realize the last chapter was a bit of a cliffhanger. However, I can't promise that this one will be any different. Also, it does...well...get slightly weird, but nothing too out of the ordinary of a disney based story. Bear with me people, all will be revealed in a few more chapters. And if you're wondering why this is rated M, that will also be revealed in a very specific scene and also cuz I wanted to cover my own ass just in case.

She groaned in agony. Every part of her body ached, she didn't know it could be physically possible to feel so fatigued and worn out. It hurt to move, it hurt to think, it hurt to feel; her entire being felt completely foreign and unfamiliar. She couldn't even bear to open her eyes, wanting to sink back into the inviting black void in her mind – anything to escape this feeling of helplessness. It was like dying….yet….

She shivered then, as her mind slowly restarted itself, processing random bits of memory flashes which quickly unraveled her predicament. She was lying under a pile of snowdrift, meaning she's been here for quite some time, which would explain why her body kept shivering involuntarily. The thought made her frown but she couldn't place the reason. The last thing she could recall was –

"Anna!" She leaped out of the snow expecting to land on her two feet. She had been sorely mistaken; a loud animal cry rattled her eardrums at the same time. Alarmed, her eyes scoured the area for the source as she – carefully this time – tried to stand. Again she fell, shivering from the harsh sudden gust of wind. Why am I so….cold?

The word felt odd and out of place. It didn't roll off the tongue properly, she actually had to search for it, and with dawning horror, realized she was indeed, cold. Her. The Snow Queen. Cold? It didn't fit. It didn't fit at all.

Trying desperately not to panic, she again, tried to stand on her two feet, balancing on her two front paws….

PAWS?!

Elsa screamed so loudly, well she would have screamed, but it sounded more like the scream of a large cat than a woman's. She fell back on her butt as a paw flew up to inspect her face, wanting to reassure herself, yet only proving the weirdness wasn't just a figment of her mind. She was a cat, a snow leopard to be more exact, once she could focus on her markings.

This can't be happening. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! Just before she really went into full panic mode, the golden light tendril appeared from where her body had been lying. She backed away from it, hissing in fear, the fur rising as her back arced to appear bigger. Not to mention the complete utter terror seizing her upon the dizziness of discovering her new form.

The golden magick, the thing that started this whole mess, lazily wafted into the air, seemingly to stretch and look around before settling its sights on her, taking on a solid form – not unlike a pixie and flew close to her anxious face."You have been spared. Remarkable. You must have a strong will."

It's speaking to me. This…this thing is SPEAKING to me!

"This thing has a name you know."

And it reads minds!

It laughed, a pleasing sound of tinkling bells and wind-chimes, "Animals communicate differently than what you're used to. I find it quite interesting that this should be your inner animal."

CHANGE ME BACK! A low, dangerous growl built up in her throat accompanying her command. It had all the authority anyone would expect from a Queen-turned-snow- leopard.

The golden pixie winced and covered its ears. "I would if I could Your Majesty, but you see I didn't change you, at least, not by my will." It seemed almost sorry, and plunked itself down on top of her head. "Even my magick is something of a mystery to me at times."

Elsa snorted in disbelief and glared at it reproachfully. First it tried to kill her and now it can't fix its own mess! Perfect just freaking perfect. She couldn't quite mask the snarky tone. Her tail twitched with irritation.

"I wasn't trying to kill you." It interrupted. "Normally, people would go insane or lose their memories, but you however, managed to keep yourself fairly intact. I'm wholly impressed, as it takes a really strong will to do so. As for what happened, the man, who had captured me, forced me to do his bidding and he would've taken something very important from me if I tried to break the deal. I-I had no choice…"

It sniffled dejectedly, sitting on a cloud of air, hugging its knees to its chest. "I never would have intentionally harmed you. You are one of the few people in the world who understand the beauty and danger of the supernatural as you have powers yourself. Please believe me, I did my best to spare you, even tried warning you….but my words were sliced away to make room for that idiotic message."

Elsa blinked with surprise. It apparently knew of her, and appeared to be a victim of the situation as well. If that were truly the case….maybe it could help her.

A sudden thought occurred to her making her tail pause. Wait…her powers…

Hesitantly, she called forth her own magick, not sure what she should be expecting, and had to bite down a wail as nothing happened. No….She tried remembering how it felt, the way her mind just instantly put thought into solid form. Nothing. Not even a wisp. Noooo…

It felt like someone had ripped a part of her soul away. She sat down heavily, something slowly inside her withering beyond repair.

She used to wonder what it would be like to be normal, ordinary. Even wished for it at times because the loneliness of her isolation became too much to bear on those empty nights. Now it was like the gods were mocking her. Forcefully, taking away the one thing that gave her a sense of strength. Especially in a time like this.

The pixie creature blinked, flexing its golden wings, showering the ground with specks of magickal dust, as it looked at her curiously. "Hmmm…your magick seems…blocked?" It took a hold of one of her ears and peered in, tutting to itself as it inspected her all over, hands touching the space around her, experimentally poking at certain places, making Elsa feel like she was actually being poked and prodded. Then it said something that made Elsa freeze in cold blood.

"You're control has been taken away. Someone is messing with your magick. But they know naught what they wield, seeking only power. I must prepare you. First…." It gave her the once over, thinking out loud as it paced in the air, hovering just in front of her slightly pink nose. "I need to show you who you're dealing with."

It pushed up its sleeves, figuratively as it wasn't wearing anything, and concentrated so hard its tongue crept up to the side, stretching its hands out, as a bubble-like sphere appeared in between its outstretched hands, and with utter fascination and wonder, Elsa could see people inside it. It was the last image she could recall seeing before blacking out.

"Anna!" She yelled and tried to touch the figure in the bubble, only to have her large paw pass right through it, causing the image to distort.

"HEY watch it!" the sharp protest immediately scolded. "This isn't exactly easy to do you know."

Elsa hung her furry head with lowered ears, managing to look apologetic. The bubble grew bigger as the scene developed and Elsa witnessed what had transpired while she had her unexpected swim in the void.

(Begin Anew)

Anna watched with narrowed eyes as something came out of the golden beam of light that had her ivory Queen suspended in animation. Her breath hitched in her throat, hoping that Elsa was still alive, but she pushed that thought from her mind, steeling herself; her hands flipping her swords familiarly, patting herself on the back for her foresight, as a distinctly male solid form pushed its way out, causing the light to bend and shift in odd random angles. Now was not the time to worry about Elsa if she wanted to get them both out of here alive. Something about this man made her instantly on guard. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, as the ghost of a memory brushed by. She knew him…somehow…but why couldn't she place a name with the face?

The man smirked, utterly pleased with himself. "It worked. Ha! Capturing that little abomination seems to have paid off." He took note of her standing there, barely raising an eyebrow at her weapons. "Ah, you got my message. Perfect." His voice took on a different inflection, a friendlier tone than the previous harshness, while grinning wide enough to show off pearly whites.

He wasn't too much taller than her maybe by a few inches. A quick analysis spoke volumes of his profile. His neatly trimmed red hair and sideburns, meant he fancied himself a gentleman and liked to use his looks, the way he held himself in his formal cream coloured uniform suit told her he had an ego and maybe a chip on his shoulders? – she could use that against him. His green eyes displayed intelligence and cunning while he snickered to himself, something she'd have to be on guard for.

All in all, he had charm, charisma, and good looks, not to mention his unknown athletic capabilities. And apparently, he is the mastermind behind this whole thing; giving more proof the parchment – all of it – was indeed a complete farce. Anna wasn't so sure how badly the odds were stacked against her.

"So we meet again Princess Anna. I brought sandwiches to mark the occasion."

Anna's eyes screwed up in confusion and suspicion. "How do you know me?" She demanded pointing one of her deadly swords at him. "And what do I care if you brought sandwiches?"

The red head looked at her incredulously. "Are you serious? I came all this way with that brilliant one liner and you don't even recognize me?" He shook his head in disbelief but turned to her with a new gleam in his eye. "Well no matter, it's not like it matters if you remember me or not. I got what I wanted."

Anna's eyes narrowed into slits. "Let Elsa go."

His smile seemed real and genuine, it almost fooled her. "Well you see, I can't really do that. I promised long ago that I would kill her to save the kingdom." Anna stepped back in surprise.

Kill?! Her eyes darted over to Elsa in alarm, but she remained unchanged.

"And even if Arendelle loves their "Snow Queen," I'm sure a few of them wouldn't be surprised if she became the monster they still fear she is. What with her sick, twisted, and perverted sinful ways. Imagine, her, in love with you." He sneered, leaving no doubt to the revulsion he had towards such a notion, the disgust plainly etched on his face. It left Anna winded.

Even though someone else put the thoughts into words, they still hit their mark. "What?" It wasn't like her hope leaped for joy or anything, even though she already suspected as much since the incident in the office. Her eyes flickered towards Elsa just then, her body now lying on the ground unmoving.

Without thinking, she moved towards her fallen angel in undisguised concern, only to be stopped by the man, his long sword suddenly inches from her face. He's fast. She noted, her reflexes saving her from being stabbed in the eye, one of her swords effectively blocking his in time. "Take another step towards her and I'll kill her right here." It was enough to keep Anna in her place.

He seemed to be calculating something in his mind. And he looked back and forth between the two women dawning comprehension stealing across his features. "Oh…oh this is rich. You're in love with her too." He lowered his sword and had to lean on it, fighting to hold in his laughter. "Oh this is just too damn easy."

Anna paled. "What?" She was really showing off her brilliance, it's not like lives are at stake or anything.

"It's so obvious. I wonder why I didn't see it before…." His eyes shone from this newfound knowledge, lost in a memory that Anna didn't seem to share. Why is that anyway? How does he know me? Why do I get the feeling I should know him?

"Let. Elsa. Go." Anna said deliberately, curling into a fighting stance. He barely glanced at her, amusement making his green eyes sparkle with mirth.

"Oh I don't think you'd want to do that. You may have gotten one punch in…hey speaking of which, I do owe you one."

Before Anna could ask what (apparently this would be her amazing repartee to everything) he sucker punched her with a fist incased with ice.

Her teal eyes widened, not just in surprise from the impact, but because he made the ice wrap around his fist, controlling it. It felt familiar and in the brief second, her brain concluded he had Elsa's magick. He was wielding Elsa's magick….

She didn't even get to finish her thought, falling straight into his out-stretched and awaiting arms.

"We're even now."

So the plot thickens. Why can't she remember (_) and what is his plan? Looks like the same shpeal only...somebody decided to even the odds. And how on Earth is Elsa going to change back into a human as well as take what's rightfully hers? Man oh man. This story is taking off with a life of its own. I swear. STAY TUNED! Shit's getting crazaaaaay.