I Love You, Elsa

To say the place we had to pass through next was "hostile terrain" would be putting it rather mildly, I'm afraid. There were icy pillars with windswept icicles sticking off them, facing toward us as we walked through. One wrong move and I could have cut or – even worse – impaled myself on one of the protrusions. There was still a certain beauty to the contrast of all that white against the dark grey of the mountain rock.

"So how exactly are you two planning to stop this weather?" Kristoff asked, suddenly.

"Oh, we are gonna talk to my sister," said Anna, clearly trying to make it sound more impressive than it actually was.

"That's your plan?" asked Kristoff, incredulous. "My ice business is resting on the two of you talking to the Queen?"

"That's exactly right, Kristoff, my friend," I said, patting him on the shoulder. "Good to know those ears of yours work properly."

Was the sarcasm needed? Probably not, but I thought it was a nice touch.

Kristoff let out a gasp of shock. I turned to see what had happened and saw that there was an icicle pressed uncomfortably closely against his nose. I briefly flashed back to when something similar had happened to me only two or so days before, only then the icicle had been pressed against my throat.

I bet I looked as panicked as I felt, I thought suddenly. Just … just like everyone else … Now I felt guilty; guilty at the possibility that a look of fear on my face may have contributed to Elsa's decision to run away. She needs to know I'm not afraid of her. My determination to reach Elsa and speak to her increased ten-fold. I started walking quicker.

"So you're not at all afraid of her?" asked Kristoff.

"Why would I be?" asked Anna.

"Yeah," said Olaf. "I bet she's the nicest," he started walking backwards, "gentlest," his back hit an icicle, but he continue to walk, and the icicle slid through his body, "warmest person ever." He looked down and saw that he had an icicle passing through him. "Oh, look at that." He tapped the icicle. "I've been impaled." He laughed.

"As ironic as that statement actually is," I said, "Olaf is completely right. If Elsa is anything like she was when we were kids, then there's no reason for us to be scared of her."

I took one of the three remaining apples from my bag and gave it to Maximus, who ate it greedily. We continued to trek through the rather hazardous display of icicles for a few more minutes, then we made it back into the clear air again. If only that had made things easier. What we found when we emerged was a sheer cliff-face that seemed to lead right to the top of the mountain, but it was far too steep for Maximus or Sven to get up there, and it looked to steep to even climb safely.

Can't things be easy, just once? I asked in my mind, sighing. I wouldn't let this obstacle stop me, but if I hadn't known any better, I'd have said it was a scene from one of those bad adventure stories Mum used to tell me as a child.

"What now?" asked Anna.

Kristoff hummed. "It's too steep," he said. He reached into his satchel. "I've only got one rope, and you two don't know how to climb mountains."

"Says who?" asked Anna, who was starting an attempt to climb up the rock.

"Says the fact that neither of us have ever climbed a mountain before," I said.

"Come on, Simon! You said you love Elsa, right? Shouldn't you be just as determined as me to get up there to see her?"

"I am, Anna. Believe me, I am. But I'm not stupid enough to think that the power of love alone is going to help me climb up a mountain, when I have no idea how to climb a damn mountain!"

"He's right, Anna," said Kristoff. "You're gonna kill yourself." Anna ignored us and continued to climb. "I wouldn't put my foot there."

Her foot slipped. "You're distracting me!" she said, bringing her foot up again.

"Or there," said Kristoff. Anna's foot slipped again. "How do you know Elsa even wants to see you?"

"All right, I'm just blocking you out, because I've gotta concentrate here."

Kristoff sighed. "You know, most people who disappear into the mountains want to be alone," he said.

He's got a point, I admitted unhappily in my mind. Still not gonna stop me, though.

"No one wants to be alone," said Anna. "Except maybe you."

"I'm not alone," said Kristoff. "I have friends, remember?"

"You mean the 'love experts'?"

"Yes," Kristoff crossed his arms, "the love experts."

"You should probably stop doubting him on that, Anna," I said. "He read my emotions like a book. I think that's more than enough proof that he's being honest about that."

Anna stopped climbing and struggled for breath. "Please tell me I'm almost there," she said.

"Not even close," I said, grinning slightly. In truth, Anna had only gotten about six feet off the ground, which was why I hadn't been particularly worried about her. What? Do you think I'd have stood there chatting if she'd gotten high enough to have a fatal accident? "Get down, Anna. We need to think about this more carefully."

"Hey, guys!" called Olaf. He was standing around a corner, poking his head out so he could look at us. "I don't know if this solves the problem, but I found a staircase that leads exactly where you want it to go!"

Anna laughed. "Thank goodness!" she said, then looked down at Kristoff. "Catch!" She let go of the rock and dropped, landing in Kristoff's arms. "Thanks." She got to her feet again. "That was like a crazy trust exercise."

"This situation couldn't get any weirder, could it?" I asked Maximus. He shook his head. "Well, at least Elsa left us a staircase. That was nice of her."

We rounded the corner Olaf had gone around, and my mouth dropped open from what I saw. The staircase Olaf had mentioned was completely made of ice and had an elegant design to it. It was where that staircase lead, however, that had me struggling to form words. It was a gigantic castle completely made of ice. It reached the top of the mountain, and possibly even a little further. There was a large, circular balcony near the top.

Olaf walked up the stairs, laughing to himself.

"Whoa," said Anna.

"Now that's ice," said Kristoff in amazement. "I might cry …"

"I wouldn't blame you," I said. "It's beautiful …"

We started to make our way up the staircase, but Sven and Maximus appeared to be having some trouble. Their hooves kept slipping and sliding on the ice, and they both slid down to the bottom of the stairs almost instantly.

"Maybe you two should keep each other company down here," I suggested. "You can wait for us to come back."

Sven seemed happy enough to do so, but Maximus started giving me the stink-eye. He blew out air through his nose in what I thought was some form of protest.

"Sorry, Maximus, but unless you want to take a few hours getting up these stairs, you're going to have to stay here," I said. "Hopefully we won't be long."

His expression didn't really change; at least it hadn't before I turned around, but I couldn't see him after that, now could I? Anna, Kristoff, and I followed Olaf up the stairs, which curved a fair amount as they went to their destination. Somewhere along the line, Anna managed to overtake Olaf, and when we reached the castle at the top of the stairs, she raised a hand to knock on the door, but hesitated.

"Knock," said Olaf. "Just knock." Anna made no move. "Why isn't she knocking?"

I thought I knew why. I also thought I shared the same fears as her. After so many years of knocking on Elsa's door without getting a real reply, there was a part of my mind that was terrified that the door wouldn't open if Anna knocked it. The thought that Elsa might keep me shut out of her life forever made me feel massively empty inside. I think Anna felt the same way.

"Do you think she knows how to knock?" asked Olaf.

Then Anna knocked.

The door slid open. My spirits lifted exponentially.

"It opened!" Anna said. "That's a first."

"And a damn good first, at that," I said, smiling. All I could think about was going inside. "So, we going in?"

"Yeah," said Anna. Her eyes widened slightly and she turned to Kristoff. "Oh, you should probably wait out here."

"What?" asked Kristoff.

"Last time I introduced her to a guy, she froze everything," said Anna.

"That is a very valid point," I admitted.

"But …" Kristoff said in protest. "Oh, come on! It's a palace made of ice! Ice is my life!"

"Bye, Sven," said Olaf, starting to walk inside.

"You, too, Olaf," said Anna, dragging him back by the arm.

"Me?" Olaf said in confusion.

"Don't want to overwhelm her, buddy," I said, patting him on the head. "You can come in in a little while."

"Yeah, just … just give us a minute, okay?" said Anna.

"Okay," said Olaf. Then, whispering, "One … two … three …"

Anna and I went inside.

The door slid shut behind us as we went in, but I hardly noticed. I was too busy being enraptured by the sheer beauty of the inside of the castle. The room we were in was incredibly large, and there were two staircases going along the outside of it, both ending at the same place. There was a fountain at the centre, frozen in place, looking surprisingly majestic. The light shining in from outside made the place look bright blue, and it was truly a gorgeous sight to behold.

"Elsa!" Anna called out. "It's me, Anna! And Simon's with me!" She slipped a little on the floor, and I moved to stead her. "Thanks."

"Anna … Simon …" came Elsa's voice. She was standing at the top of the stairs.

"My God, Elsa, you look beautiful …" I said without thinking about it.

She was beautiful. She had let her hair down, and it was now hanging over her left shoulder in a long braid. Her dress, previously dark, was now the same bright blue colour that the castle appeared to be. There was a slit up the right side of the skirt portion. She had a long, bright blue cape attached to the back. The way the dress hugged at her body excited me somewhat, but I forced myself to calm down. It wasn't the time for those sorts of thoughts.

Elsa was far away, right at the top of the large staircase, but I could have sworn I saw her face go a little red. "Thank you," she said.

"This place …" said Anna, "… it's amazing …"

"Thank you," said Elsa, smiling. "I never knew what I was capable of."

"I'm so sorry about what happened," Anna said, beginning to climb the stairs. "If I'd have known …"

"No, no, no, it's okay," said Elsa, backing away slightly. "Y-You don't have to apologise. But you two should probably go … please."

"Not without you," I said. "Elsa, I— we need you."

"No you don't," she said, shaking her head. "You two belong down in Arendelle."

"So do you," said Anna.

"No, Anna, I belong here, alone," said Elsa. "Where I can be who I am … without hurting anybody …"

"But you didn't hurt anybody," I said. "Nobody actually got hurt. It all just came as a bit of a shock to them."

"Well, actually, that's not entirely—" Anna was swiftly cut off.

"—ifty nine … sixty!"

"Wait … what is that?" asked Elsa.

"Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!" Olaf exclaimed as he came into the room.

"… Olaf?"

"You built me," said Olaf, coming to stand beside Anna and I. "Remember that?"

"And you're alive?"

"Ye— Um, I think so …"

"He's just like the one we built as kids," Anna said, leaning down to Olaf's level.

"Yeah …" said Elsa.

I guess I wasn't around for that one, I thought, mentally shrugging.

"Elsa, we were so close – all three of us," said Anna. "We can be like that again."

Elsa stood silently for awhile. "No … we can't …" She crossed her arms to hug herself and started to walk away. "Goodbye, Anna, Simon."

"Don't leave," I said. Even I could hear the begging tone in my voice.

"Elsa, wait," said Anna. The two of us moved up the stairs.

"No, I'm just trying to protect you!" said Elsa.

"You don't have to protect us," said Anna. "We're not afraid!" Then she started singing.

Please don't shut us out again.
Please don't slam the door.
You don't have to keep your distance any more.

We reached the top of the stairs and walked through the door, which lead to another set of stairs. Elsa was walking up them, and we followed. Anna continued to sing.

'Cause for the first time in forever,
I finally understand.
For the first time in forever,
We can fix this hand in hand.

We can head down this mountain together,
You don't have to live in fear,
'Cause for the first time in forever,
We will be right here.

We had reached the top of the stairs and were now in a smaller, circular room. The door to the balcony was off to the side. Elsa turned around to face us, and she, too, started singing.

You two,
Please go back home.
Your lives await.
Go enjoy the sun and open up the gates.

"Come on, Elsa—" I tried to say, but she cut me off with more singing.

I know you mean well,
But leave me be.
Yes I'm alone,
But I'm alone and free.

She stepped onto the balcony, smiling. Then went back inside.

Just stay away and you'll be safe from me.

Then Anna sang again.

Actually we're not.

Elsa.

What do you mean you're not?

Anna.

I get the feeling you don't know.

Elsa.

What do I not know?

Then I sang in response.

Arendelle is buried in deep snow.

"What?" Elsa asked, shocked. "You said nobody got hurt."

"Not hurt, but I'd imagine they're rather cold by now …" I said, looking at my feet and rubbing the back of my neck.

"Yeah, you kind of set off an eternal winter … everywhere," said Anna.

"Everywhere?" Elsa asked in distress.

"It's okay," said Anna. "You can just unfreeze it."

"No I can't! I don't know how!"

"Yes you can, Elsa," I said. "I have faith in you. I believe in you." Then I sang again.

'Cause for the first time in forever,

Then Elsa sang.

Oh, I'm such a fool,
I can't be free.

Me.

You don't have to be afraid.

Elsa.

No escape from the storm inside of me.

It was suddenly like there was a snowstorm inside the room. Wind blew and snow flew everywhere like a blizzard. I didn't let this perturb me, however.

Anna sang next.

We can work this out together.

Elsa.

I can't control the curse.

Anna.

We'll reverse the storm you've made.

Elsa.

You two, please, you'll only make it worse.

Me.

Don't worry.

Elsa.

There's so much fear.

Anna.

We'll make the sun shine bright.

Elsa.

You aren't safe here.

Anna.

We can face this thing together.
We can change this thing together.
And everything will be all right.

And then, finally, with a very loud cry, Elsa.

I can't!

All the snow that had been flying around the room seemed to be drawn to her, and as she yelled it all burst forth from her, spreading all throughout the room.

I didn't see if hit me, nor did I see it hit Anna, but I certainly felt it. The inside of my chest suddenly felt incredibly cold, frozen even. I hugged myself in an attempt to warm up, but it did no good. The source of the coldness was inside me. For the first second or so, it even hurt. I found myself unable to stand straight for a moment, and I doubled over, but managed to stand myself back up relatively quickly. Though the feeling of cold was still there, and it wasn't going away any time soon.

"Ooh, that's cold …" I muttered to myself, still clutching at my chest. I looked up and made eye-contact with Elsa. She was afraid, her eyes told me. That made me unhappy. "Elsa …" I started to say.

"Anna!" Kristoff yelled, suddenly bursting into the room. "Simon!" He ran toward Anna, who had fallen to her knees, and moved to help her up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," said Anna, breathing heavily, as she stood up with Kristoff's help. "I'm fine."

"Who's this?" Elsa asked in confusion. Then she shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Just … you have to go."

"No, Elsa," I said. "Just come with us. It'll be fine."

"I know we can figure this out, together!" said Anna.

"How?" asked Elsa. "What power do you have to stop this winter? To stop me?"

"Guys, I think we should go," said Kristoff. The icy walls of the castle were starting to slowly stick out in icicles.

"No!" said Anna. She tried to move forward, but was being held back by Kristoff. "We're not leaving without you, Elsa!"

"Yes, you are," said Elsa. She shot some ice into the floor, and it immediately started to grow into something made of snow. Whatever it was, it was big. I didn't want to leave Elsa here, but if the size of this thing was any indication, I wasn't going to get a choice in the matter.

"Come on, Elsa, don't do this!" I yelled as it grew into the shape of a massive snow creature. In one last ditch attempt, fuelled purely by the emotion of the moment, I spilled my guts. "Elsa, for God's sake, I love you!"

I caught one brief glimpse of her eyes growing wide before the snow monster picked us all up and started to carry us out. I could feel the snow monster's movements, but I could see nothing but the white of his hands. And Olaf, because he was in the monster's hand with me. When next I saw anything but white, it was the outside of Elsa's castle.

"Go away," the monster said in a deep voice, then threw us down the steps.

It didn't hurt at all, strangely enough. Anna, Kristoff, and I simply slid down, making incomprehensible noises as we slid. Olaf wasn't with us, which was odd, but that was hardly what I was focusing on at the time. When we stopped sliding, we ended up lying in the snow. The coldness of it smothered me, but it was nothing compared to the feelings of cold that were inside me.

"Heads up!" came Olaf's voice. Then his head suddenly hit the rock next to us as it was thrown by the monster. "Watch out for my butt!" Then his middle and lower sections were thrown into the rock, too.

Anna started gathering up a snowball. "It is not nice to throw people!" she said, preparing to throw it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, feisty pants," said Kristoff, grabbing her arm. She struggled, and he wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady. "Okay, relax, just calm down. Calm down!"

"Okay, all right, I'm okay," Anna said.

"Just let the snowman be," said Kristoff as he released her from his grip.

"I'm calm," said Anna.

"Great," said Kristoff.

Then Anna threw the snowball at the snow monster. It hit, but it didn't do anything but make the monster look at us.

I looked at Kristoff in a deadpan stare. "You were saying?" I asked.

He just sighed.

The snow monster roared at us. He grew sharp-looking claws out of his fingers.

"Well shit …" I said.

"See?" said Kristoff, gesturing at the snow monster. "Now you made him mad!"

"I'll distract him, you guys go," said Olaf.

Considering the fact that he could separate his body parts from each other at will, I didn't think this thing would be able to kill him. Anna and Kristoff apparently had the same thought process, because we all took off running with no indication whatsoever that we felt guilty about doing so. It was slightly difficult to run with the cold feelings deep in my chest, but I managed fine, and so did Anna. The three of us, with no apparent regard for our own safety so long as we were keeping away from the snow monster, jumped down an incredibly steep slope that was covered in snow. Sliding down it rapidly, I could feel the wind passing through my hair, biting my scalp like thousands of sharp, icy teeth.

For a split second after reaching the bottom, I thought we were safe. Then the snow monster jumped down and landed directly behind us. That's when we started running for our lives again.

The good news is that it seems to have completely ignored Sven, Maximus, and Olaf, I found myself thinking as I ran.

We took to running through a more wooded area, myself hoping that he wouldn't follow us through the small gaps between the trees. I was very wrong. I didn't need to look back to know that it was smacking the trees aside like they were absolutely nothing at all. I only stopped running when Anna stopped running, and even then it was only to see what the hell was wrong with her.

"What are you doing!?" Kristoff asked frantically.

Anna didn't answer. Instead she reached down and plucked something out of the ground. The strangely shaped, snow-covered arch she had been standing next to suddenly sprung from the ground, revealing itself to be a tree, and in springing up it hit the snow monster directly in the face. The snow monster staggered back and hit the ground with a thud. White powder puffed up from where it had landed.

Kristoff and I both cheered. I had a large grin on my face, though my teeth were chattering together.

"I got him!" Anna cheered.

Then we were forced to stop again. While the other drop had been just enough of a slope for us to slide down it with relative safety, this one gave us no such luxury. It was so far that I couldn't tell if I was looking at the snow at the bottom or if there was mist separating us from the ground below.

"It's a hundred foot drop!" said Anna.

"More like two hundred," said Kristoff.

"Whatever way you look at it, Kristoff, it's a damn long fall," I said. "No need to make it even more terrifying."

Kristoff, not responding, took the rope out of his satchel and tied it roughly around Anna's waist.

"Ow!" said Anna due to how tight the rope was tied. Kristoff started digging into the snow with his pickaxe. "What's that for?"

"Digging a snow anchor," said Kristoff.

"Okay, what if we fall?" asked Anna.

Kristoff started burying one end of the rope in the small trench he had made in the snow. "There's twenty feet of fresh power down there," he said. "It'll be like landing on a pillow … hopefully." He then tied some of the rope around my waist (Anna was right – it was painfully tight), and then his own.

The roaring of the snow monster and the blatant moving of the trees indicated that we didn't have much time left.

Kristoff threw what was left of the rope off the cliff and down into the snow. "Okay, guys, on three," he said.

So we just jump off and hope for the best? I thought. Not the most solid planning ever, but what the hell? Our luck's been pretty good so far … for the most part. I thought about Elsa for a moment, but did my best to push the thoughts away. There was no need to cause myself any more emotional pain than I'd already been through.

"Okay," said Anna.

"One," said Kristoff.

"Tell me when. I'm ready to go."

"Two."

"I was born ready. Yes!"

"Calm down."

Something large was flung into the air from behind the treeline. Only when it hit the floor and slid to directly in front of us did I recognise it as a tree, which made me rather nervous. Pushing them away was one thing, but this thing was throwing trees around now!?

"Tree!" Anna yelled, then jumped off the ledge.

The sudden fall was hardly noticeable, strangely enough. The sudden stop, however, was very noticeable. The rope caught the three of us in mid-air, and stopped me with such a violent jolt that I was actually winded for a moment or two. Well, at least we know Kristoff's snow anchor works.

"That happened," said Kristoff.

"You think!?" I said, glaring at him.

"Anna!" the sound of Olaf's voice resounded suddenly. "Sven! Simon! Where'd you guys go? We totally lost the marshmallow back there." I couldn't see Olaf, but I could see the head of the snow monster appear just above the edge of the cliff. "Hey! We were just talking about you. All good things, all good things."

The snow monster started to walk toward us.

"No!" said Olaf. The monster continued to walk. "This is not making much of a difference, is it?" He screamed, and then I saw him falling past us.

"Olaf!" called Anna.

Olaf hit a protruding piece of stone on the way down and split into three pieces. "Hang in there, guys!" he yelled up before he hit the snow at the bottom.

Kristoff began pumping at the rope in order to lower us down.

"Go faster," said Anna … then we stopped completely.

"I believe I used these exact words a few minutes ago," I said, "but I'll use them again: Well shit."

The snow monster had hold of the rope at the top, and was pulling us back to the top of the cliff we had fallen from. I struggled, as did Anna and Kristoff, but it didn't do any good, and before I knew it, we were face to face with our own personal abominable snowman once again.

It glared at us. "Don't come back!" it yelled, its eyes lighting up sinisterly.

"We won't," said Anna. She then took the pickaxe from Kristoff's belt and used it to cut the rope, sending us into a fall. All three of us yelled on the way down.

I was surprised by how soft the landing was. For a moment, while falling, I had been trying to accept the likelihood of my own death, but apparently fate had other plans for me. Kristoff's description of the snow acting as a sort of pillow had been entirely accurate. I barely felt the impact of landing at all.

"Hey, you were right," said Anna, patting the snow. "Just like a pillow."

"Surprisingly comfortable despite the cold," I agreed.

"Olaf," said Anna when she saw the snowman.

He appeared to be hyperventilating … I didn't think it was possible for a snowman to hyperventilate, but I had never met a living snowman before, so what did I know? He was using his hands to touch a pair of feet in front of him. "I can't feel my legs," he said, panicked. "I can't feel my legs!"

Kristoff emerged from beneath the snow behind him. "Those are my legs," he said.

Olaf's legs made their presence known by walking past. "Hey, do me a favour, grab my butt," Olaf said to Kristoff, who lifted Olaf's top half out of the ground and placed it back on his bottom half. "Oh, that feels better."

Sven tried to bite his nose again.

"Hey, Sven!" said Olaf. "He found us!" He grabbed Sven's head and rubbed his cheek against Sven's. "Who's my cute little reindeer?"

"Don't talk to him like that," said Kristoff.

I saw that Maximus had walked over with Sven, too. So I went over to greet him. "Hey, Maximus," I said, patting him on the muzzle. "Things got a little hectic there, huh?"

He gave me a look as if to say: "Isn't that a bit of an understatement?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," I said. I reached into my bag and gave him an apple. "There's only one left now, so I think we'll save that for when there's something to celebrate." He looked like an eager child at the thought of another apple, and that made me smile.

Kristoff helped Anna up from where she was half buried in the snow. "You okay?" he asked.

"Thank you," said Anna.

The two of them just stared at each other for a few moments. It was long enough that I started to think Anna may have gotten engaged to Hans too soon. (For different reasons than why I thought that to begin with.)

"How's your head?" Anna asked, putting a hand to his head.

Kristoff recoiled in obvious pain, though it didn't look too severe. "It's fine," he said. "It's good. I've got a thick skull."

"I don't have a skull," Olaf oh so helpfully told us. (Note the sarcasm.) "Or bones."

"So, uh, so now what?" asked Kristoff.

"Now what?" Anna asked, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. Then realisation came to her face. "Now what?" She rubbed her hands up and down the sides of her face. "Oh, what are we gonna do? She threw us out! I can't go back to Arendelle with the weather like this. And then there's your ice business, and—"

"Hey, don't worry about my ice business," said Kristoff. His eyes narrowed suddenly. "Worry about your hair."

"What? I just fell off a cliff, you should see your hair."

"No, yours is turning white."

"White? It's … what?" She looked at the braid on the right side and saw that there was a rather large patch of white in it.

"It's because she struck you, isn't it?"

I felt air being blown against the right side of my head, so I turned to see what it was and saw Maximus was sniffing at my head. "What is it, Maximus?" I asked, but I thought I already knew the answer. Elsa struck me, too …

"Simon …" said Anna, looking at me worriedly, "… there's white in your hair …"

I sighed out a shaky breath. Now it was more than the cold making my body quiver. "Yeah, I kinda figured that …" I said. I did my best to steel myself. "So … what do we do now?"

"Now, you two need help," said Kristoff. "Come on."

"Okay!" said Olaf. "Where are we going?"

"To see my friends," said Kristoff.

"The love experts?" asked Anna.

"Love experts?" Olaf asked excitedly.

"Uh huh," said Kristoff.

"Good," I said. "I can bitch at them for teaching you how to read feeling so damn well." Despite the cold feeling in my chest and the slight fear I felt at this new change on my body, I did my best to keep my sense of humour up. As I've said, joking around is really the only way I know how to deal with stress.

"How do you know they'll be able to help?" Anna asked.

"Because I've seen them do it before," said Kristoff.

"Sounds like an oddly specific thing to see twice in one lifetime," I said.

I didn't get a response. The mood seemed too grim for a conversational atmosphere.

That's chapter four out of the way, Constant Readers! Wow, I've never written this many chapters in one week before! (Seriously, I got the idea for this a little too late into the season to be able to do anything but rush it.)

So, Simon has told Elsa that he loves her, and he's had his heart frozen along with Anna! What could this mean for the story? You'll have to keep reading to find out for sure, but I think if you have a brain that works properly, you probably know where I'm going with this. For those of you who don't, well … just wait to find out, I guess.

See you next chapter!