Frozen: What Could Have Happened Chapter 13: Let It Go, a frozen fanfic

I do not own 'Frozen' or anything related.

Commentator: Welcome back my non-fairy tale and snow queen wannabe friends to the latest instalment of 'Frozen: What Could Have Happened'! Before we begin, let's take a look at some of the reviews you've sent us. PROFESSOR! OPEN THE SHOOT!

(The professor does so, and out pops five envelopes)

Right then! Our first review is from Danazia Gray:

I can't wait to see the next, later and more chapters.

Well we're glad that there are those who are so eager to read the rest of the fic!

Professor: Our second review is from - oh.

Commentator: What?

Professor: This one is also from Danazia Gray.

Commentator: Wait, didn't we already respond to her review?

Professor: It appears she sent us several.

Commentator: Oh. Well I'm not complaining! The more reviews, the merrier! So what does it say?

I hope Elsa was turned back into a kind, sweet gentle person she was back then.

Professor: Well you will just have to wait and see what Elsa the Snow Queen's fate will be.

Sammy: Our third review is from Danazia Gray:

Will Kristoff, Sven, Hans show up too? Yes or no?

Commentator: Yyyyyeah, about that...Well, what you have to remember is that this is set decades after when 'Frozen' takes place, so there is no chance of seeing Sven unless in a flashback, also Kristoff and Hans would be really old at this point, and considering the average life expectancy back then...anyway, there would need to be a reason to include them anyway, whether flashback or current time. Anyhoo, our fourth review is also from Danazia Gray:

Thank you for this chapter.

You're welcome again, Danazia Gray!

Professor: And our fifth and final review is from Randomness Girl:

Commentator: Whoawhoawhoawhoa! There's a review NOT from Danazia Gray? Well what does it say?

You put feels in this chapter. Luckily, there were no onions included with these feels. But I'd like fries with these feels you gave me!

Commentator: Well there were a number of feels dealt with in the previous chapter, like how Olaf felt about Elsa and the trolls singing about luv and family. By the way Danazia, I hope I haven't discouraged you from sending reviews! Send as many as you like! Okay, so how many words do we have left?

Professor: I believe it's about three hundred and nine.

Commentator: Huh. Probably not enough to tell my whole Disney Snow Queen film set during the silver age, so I'll just have to tell the first part. Again.

Professor: Oh no.

Commentator: Quiet you, so far no one's complained! So stop me when I reach the limit! Ahem,

In this we again open up with the book telling us about the mirror and how it was smashed and how the Snow Queen has had the pieces gathered and how she wants to use the mirror to turn everyone and everything cold but her minions the snow goblins are too stupid to put it back together and she gets mad sending ice blasts at them and sends her snow bee to find someone who can put the mirror together. Meanwhile we go to a village where Gerda is playing with her best friend Kai who is later teased by his friends for hanging around with a girl, and claim that he likes her, so he starts trying to distance himself away from Gerda and is also seen putting a puzzle back together by the snow bee who reports to the queen who sends her minions to capture Kai, who everyone thought drowned in a river and Gerda is very upset but is consoled by a bunch of animals that say they saw him captured by snow goblins and so she's led on a journey to save Kai, gets in a boat and winds up at a cottage, and meets an old lady who gives her cherries, and she goes into the garden, where the flowers sing to her, but a couple warn her that the old lady is a witch, and the witch tries to stop her from leaving, but she manages to escape. Later Gerda meets more animal friends, one of whom, a-

Professor: You've reached the limit, Sir.

Commentator: (Shoots lightning at the Professor) YOU DARE INTERRUPT ME AGAIN?

(The Professor gets electrocuted. He is all fried, semi-conscious on the floor)

Professor: But you said to let you know when you reached the limit!

Commentator: Never said that you weren't going to suffer for it. So here's the next chapter, 'Let It Go'!

The trolls took Gerda to a large stone.

"This is Grand Pabbie," Bulda explained, "He's the oldest out of all of us, although nowadays he spends most of his time sleeping unless he's absolutely needed."

Bulda knocked on the stone.

"Pabbie?" She asked softly.

The stone slowly unrolled, revealing a very ancient troll.

"Pabbie, this girl needs your help."

The aged troll looked at Gerda.

"Can it be?" He asked, "Anna? Little Anna?"

"What? Um, no Sir, my name is Gerda."

"Tell Grand Pabbie what you just told us."

"Right, okay. Well Sir, it's about my brother. He used to be kind and caring, until one day he wasn't. He changed. He no longer cared about anyone or anything unless it was made of snow or ice. Or both."

Grand Pabbie considered this.

"How long ago was this?"

"About four years now."

"What I'm about to ask you may be difficult to remember. But you must try, little Gerda. Your brother, before he changed, was he holding something?"

Gerda tried to think back, back to that terrible day when everything changed, and before.

"No, I- I don't think so. Wait."

She tried to force her memory back, back to a point when she was getting angry at Kai for not saying 'I love you too'. She was too upset before to notice, but now that she thought about it, she remembered there was something in her brother's hand.

"Wait, yes there was!"

She tried to think. What was it?

"It looked like a piece of ice. No. It wasn't ice."

It was too reflective too be ice.

"I think it was glass! A piece of glass!"

The trolls looked troubled. Hanna wondered why.

"And what happened to that piece of glass?" Grand Pabbie asked her.

"I-I don't know."

What did happen to that piece of glass? Gerda had never given it much thought until now.

"The last time I saw it was my brother putting it in his chest pocket, right next to his heart. Then...I don't know what happened to it."

Grand Pabbie smiled.

"Take heed, Child," Grand Pabbie told her, holding her hands, "You're brother is not himself. He is under an enchantment."

Gerda didn't understand

"An enchantment?"

Grand Pabbie grabbed some dust from a vial around his waist and threw it in the air.

"In this world," he explained, as the dust formed images to illustrate what he was saying, "There was a mirror, fused with the soul of a very dark man. A mirror that only showed the worst of what was reflected."

Gerda saw a flower appear in front of a mirror. Whereas the flower itself looked pretty, in the reflection it looked rotten.

"It could make the most beautiful landscapes look like boiled spinach,"

Gerda saw a grassy field become exactly like boiled spinach.

"And the best people look like frights."

The images of a number of faces turned demonic.

"One day, servants of the dark man were carrying the mirror up the northern mountain, but they accidentally dropped it below, where it smashed onto the rocks and shattered into a million pieces, so light that they were carried away by the wind. If these pieces get into someone's eye, then that person will only see horror and hideousness around them. But should a large enough piece enter someone's heart-"

An image of a person was surrounded by shadow.

"-then that person will be as if possessed, and their heart will become as dark as the soul imbued in the mirror."

Red glowing eyes opened up in the shadow. Gerda was shocked at the image. Regardless, a wave of relief washed over her.

"So that's why he changed!"

Finally, she had an answer. Which means there must be a way to bring him back to normal if it was possible to remove the shard! Soon however, sadness and guilt swept over her.

"Then it is all my fault. He must have somehow got that piece of mirror stuck in his heart when he was trying to save me from the cold! If I had only been watching where I was standing, then he wouldn't be-"

Gerda started to cry again. Grand Pabbie held her hand.

"No, child," He told her, "The fault is not your own. It is ours. And more specifically mine."

"What are you talking about?" Gerda asked.

"Do you know how we know this mirror exists? We know, because we were the ones who made it."

"WHAT?"

Gerda snatched her hand away.

"You made a mirror that only showed the worst of the world?" Hanna asked.

"It was not our intention, I assure you!" Grand Pabbie told her, "You see, long ago, a man came to us. He told us that a loved one was dying, and begged from us a way to save them, or at least extend their life to give them more time. I told him there was, however I told him death would be preferable, but he was so beside himself, saying that he could not go on living if his beloved died, that I felt compelled to do what he asked. And so we fashioned the mirror for him, telling him that all the loved one needs to do is touch the glass of the mirror, and they would be contained in it, preserving their life indefinitely, so I warned him to not let anyone else touch it in case they became trapped instead. But I also warned him to keep the mirror covered, and limit the time spent looking at it, for mirrors have a way of stealing part of someone's soul. I don't know what it was I said, but at once he touched the glass, in spite of my warnings. It was only when we looked into the mirror that we realised our mistake."

Grand Pabbie thought back to what he saw, distorted images of him and his family, their teeth and ears pointed, their noses long and hooked, their eyes pupiless and black.

"Get the mirror!" One of the man's servants shouted, holding up a crossbow as the others ran to get it, covering the mirror.

"Stop them!" Grand Pabbie had shouted, "Do not let them escape with that mirror!"

The trolls lunged for it, but the man's servants' arrows knocked them away as they escaped.

"There was never any loved one," Grand Pabbie continued to tell Gerda, "The man only ever intended to use the mirror on himself, to extend his own life. We realised that."

"He trapped himself in a mirror? Why would he do that?"

"Some men are willing to achieve immortality at any costs."

"So this stranger gave you some sob story about some loved one dying, and you believed him?" Hanna asked.

"He was very convincing. He seemed so sincere."

"But why trap himself then?" Gerda asked, "Why were his servants taking him to the northern mountain?"

"I don't know. I never found out his motives. However I am glad that the mirror is so fractured and its pieces so scattered across the world that it would be impossible to fix, for if the mirror was ever to be put back together, I dread to think what would happen."

On the floor of the hall, the mirror was now three quarters complete. In it a large, white grin appeared.

The Snow Queen was in her bedroom, staring at her mirror. What Olaf said was flowing through her mind. "What happened to you, Elsa? What happened to that kind, sweet, gentle girl who all she ever wanted was to protect people from harm? When did you become so cold?" She imagined the mirror showing her images of her past. She saw herself as eight again, being followed by her little sister Anna into the hall.

"Do the magic! Do the magic!" Anna kept telling her. And so Elsa impressed her by making snow appear in her hand, and used that to make it snow. Her sister was laughing and jumping up and down.

"This is amazing!" She cried.

She and Elsa made a snow man, skated across the icy floor, slid down a hill and after that Anna kept jumping on mounds of snow that Elsa made for her. The present Elsa laughed with them. It was a happier time in her life.

"Slow down!" Elsa told her sister.

Elsa's smiled started to fade. Oh no, she thought. Not this moment. NOT THIS! Please! Don't show me this! Elsa tried to close her eyes, but it was no good. The memory of course was clear in her mind, and she couldn't stop it, no more than she could stop her sister from jumping, jumping too quickly for her to keep up, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Anna!"

Elsa opened her eyes, and looked into the mirror. Young Elsa, in her attempts to save her sister, had accidentally struck her in the head. She clutched her unconscious sister. That was when it all went wrong. The mirror fast forwarded to when her family went to the trolls for help.

"I recommend that we remove all magic," The head troll, Grand Pabbie suggested, healing Anna of her injury, "Even memories of magic just to be safe. But don't worry. I'll leave the fun."

The family saw how Grand Pabbie altered Anna's memories, to make it look like there was no magic involved in their games.

"But she won't remember I have powers?" Young Elsa asked.

Her father placed her hand on her shoulder.

"It's for the best," He assured her.

"Why?"

The present Elsa banged her fist on the surface of the mirror, "Why was it for the best? Didn't you realise what was taken from me? That I was left all alone?"

"Listen to me, Elsa," Grand Pabbie told the young Elsa, "your power will only grow. There is beauty in it."

He showed her a silhouette of her adult version creating snowflakes.

"But also great danger."

One of the snowflakes turned red and into icy spikes.

"You must learn to control it."

Young Elsa now saw a crowd of people attacking her silhouette. Frightened, Elsa turned to her father who held her protectively.

"No," He told the troll, "We'll protect her. She can learn to control it. I'm sure. Until then, we'll lock the gates. We'll reduce the staff. We will limit her contact with people, and keep her powers hidden from everyone. Including Anna."

And so Elsa was moved into her own room. She obliged to everything, afraid that she might hurt Anna again. Which made it so painful when Anna knocked on Elsa's door and asked her "Do you want to build a snowman?" Singing about how she missed her and wanted to play with her.

"Go away Anna," Was Elsa's reply.

"Okay, bye," Anna sadly said, walking away.

"No!" The present Elsa shouted, pressing her hands on the mirror, "Stop her!" She tried calling to her younger self, "Call her back! Call her back, please!"

But it was of no use. She was merely looking at what had already happened, and she could not change it. And imagining it happening any differently would only make it more painful. It would have been so easier if that was the end of it. But Anna would not give up. Every year she would come at her door, and ask again that same accursed question.