Kristoff was hungry. Of course, he was always hungry, but today he was especially hungry. It was hard enough to find food downtown to feed one 8-year-old boy, but now he had a little puppy to feed. Kristoff should have just walked away, but when Sven had looked at him with those big eyes he was a goner.

So now he had to find food for two. And it was starting to get cold.

He was considering breaking into a fancy restaurant when a nice, black car wooshed by, almost hitting him.

"Whoa," he said.

Sven barked and ran to the street.

"Sven! Come back! You don't wanna get hit!"

Sven licked the road.

"What're you doing? Roads aren't food!"

Kristoff walked over to his dog and looked at the ground. It was shimmering.

"Ice?"

Kristoff grabbed the rope he was using as a leash and pulled. "C'mon Sven!"

The car stopped in front of a dark alley. The doors sprung open and a woman carrying a sleeping child jumped out of the passenger side. A tall, regal looking man and a small blonde girl followed closely behind.

"Faster, Sven!" Kristoff chased down the alley after the family.

"Help! Please!" the man shouted. "It's… it's my daughter."

Shady figures began emerging from the shadows.

"It's Mr. Arendelle!"

A large, old man in a tuxedo approached the family, while other sharply dressed people formed a circle around them.

"The Trolls!" Kristoff gasped.

The Trolls was the city's most notorious gang. Rumor had it that if you were in good with the Trolls, you could get anything done. Some would even dare say they were magical.

Kristoff felt a hand on his shoulder. He gasped and turned to see a rotund woman in a suit.

"Cuties," she said, gathering Kristoff and Sven into her arms. "I'm gonna keep you."

Sven licked her cheek and Kristoff giggled.

"Mr. Arendelle," the large Troll, Pabbie, said to the family. "Born with the powers, or cursed?"

"Erm, born. And they're growing stronger."

"Here, here. Give her to me."

After a nod from her husband, the woman handed the red-headed girl over.

"You were lucky it wasn't her heart," Pabbie said. "The heart is not so easily changed. But the head can be persuaded. I recommend we remove all magic." Pabbie touched her head, and a shimmering cloud flew from it. "Even memories of magic, just to be safe." Pabbie waved his hand, and images appeared. Elsa and Anna playing with snow in the stateroom turned to them building a snowman on the front lawn. A picture of them sliding on ice down the halls turned to a frozen lake.

"But don't worry," Pabbie continued, "I leave the fun. There, she will be all right." He returned the memory cloud to Anna's head.

"But she won't remember I have powers?" Elsa piped up.

"Listen to me, Elsa. Your powers will only grow." Pabbie waved his hands again and a silhouette of Elsa appeared. Only, this Elsa was much older. Silhouette Elsa twirled her hands, and an ornate snowflake appeared above her. "There is beauty in it, but also great danger." The snowflake burst into ice spikes that loomed over Elsa. "Fear will be your enemy." An angry mob appeared around adult Elsa and pounced.

Little Elsa gasped and cowered into her father's leg.

"She can learn to control it, I'm sure," he said. "Until then, we'll keep her inside. We'll reduce the staff. We'll homeschool her and keep her powers hidden from everyone. Including Anna."

The man gathered his family and strode back to his car.

Kristoff introduced himself to his new family, the Trolls

AN: "Aimee, hi, nice to see you. You haven't written in MONTHS." Ahhh I know, I'm sorry. Hopefully, now that I have less time to work on this, I'll have more motivation to. After all, procrastinating is what I do best, and this is a perfect tool to procrastinate with cuz it feels productive. Also I have a ton of writing to do for class and that's when I feel like writing for fun the most.

And yes, thus far, this has pretty much been a word-for-word quotation of the movie just set in modern times, which is kind of what I'm going for, but it's going to deviate a little here pretty soon. For starters, I want to explore more of their childhood, so there might be a couple of chapters instead of Do You Wanna Build a Snowman. And also, it's really hard to translate songs into fanfic without it sounding really cheesey so I'll be elaborating on those moments with more dialogue that doesn't rhyme there.

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