This is chapter one, the first chapter was just a prologue, now we're getting into longer stuff. Enjoy and leave comment on it telling me what you think :)
It was a beautiful wedding.
It must have been the proudest, most misty-eyed day of Elsa's life. The kingdom, though in the depths of winter, was filled with warmth and happiness, celebrating Princess Anna's marriage to Kristoff. The remainder of their damaged family, their friends, and subjects all gathered for the ceremony in the main hall, where Elsa stood at the altar, about to carry out her responsibility to marry them.
As the music started, Anna, clothed in a white, snowflake-patterned wedding gown, started to walk down the aisle. As soon as Kristoff saw her, Elsa noticed him tensing up nervously. She whispered to him, "Don't worry, this isn't the end, just the beginning."
That seemed to put him at ease a little. The rest of the ceremony was pretty routine, they both said their vows without flaw, and after the "I-do's" they walked down the aisle as a happy, unified couple.
The ceremony was good, but the reception was extravagant. Elsa had made dozens of ice sculptures, all lined throughout the courtyard, which was warm despite the bitter cold, due Elsa's control over her new power. As the dancing started, Anna called,
"Elsa! Come on and join us!" Elsa glanced around for a partner, not expecting to find one. Although she had come back and is a much beloved queen, her subjects give her a pretty wide berth due to her icy powers.
"I think I'll just stay here, if it's all the same to you," Elsa said once Anna danced close by.
"Suit yourself," she replied, smiling and rejoining her groom. Elsa, putting on a smile, stayed for a few more minutes to talk with old friends before turning away and vanishing into the castle.
As the song ended, a cold wind raced through the courtyard, making everyone huddle in their overgarments. "Strange," said Kristoff. "It shouldn't be cold in here unless Elsa wants it to be."
"Maybe she just doesn't want the sculptures to melt," suggested Anna.
"That's probably it." replied Kristoff, sweeping Anna back onto the dance floor. The music resumed and everyone danced a bit faster to keep warm into the night.
Meanwhile, Elsa lay in the dark corner of her cold, unlit room. Tears run down her face, but soon turn to ice from the extreme cold emanating from her. Her grip on her power seemed to be slipping. What's happening to me? She thought, tears still streaming down her face, only to be turned into trails of ice, frozen to her cheeks. This was supposed to be a day of brightness and beauty. But her harsh, cold surroundings said otherwise to her. She lay there, weeping, until she heard a familiar knock on her door, followed by her sister's voice.
"Elsa? You ok?" The queen could almost hear the voice of that little girl that called out to her every day when they were younger, begging for her to play. Elsa, wanting to say something, only stifled her sobs long enough for Anna to think that she had gone to sleep early. She heard her sister shuffle away, soon to be off to her honeymoon in the morning. Once she was surely alone, Elsa couldn't hold in her sorrow any more, continuing to cry for hours into the night in her snow-filled room, thinking that day would never come.
Halfway through the night, Elsa found herself needing answers. Was she always to be alone? Always to live in solitary cold and darkness? She thought of turning to Anna, but then remembered Kristoff, and if she talked to Anna then he'd want to know, then heaven forbid Olaf
finds out, then she'd be what was on their mind for their entire honeymoon, and she didn't want to ruin that for them. But then an idea hit her. The one being that has always had answers for her when no one else did. The trolls.
Making sure not to be seen, Elsa packed a few things, ordered the guards to tell no one where she was, and headed to the royal stables. The door creaked as it swung slowly open. Elsa cringed, hoping not to wake Sven and Olaf, as this was where they slept at night. Tiptoeing, she made her way over to her horse's stall and grabbed a saddle. Thinking she was home free, she quickly made her way out, but clumsily knocked over a water bucket, frozen with water. The whole stable rung with a loud CLANG. This noise spooked the horses, but most unfortunately awoke the snowman who was slumbering with his reindeer friend.
Groggily, he said, "Elsa? What are you doing?" Then, as if snapping fully awake, he went all-out-Olaf. "Come on! Where ya going? Is Anna coming? Can I come? Why is it so late? Are you sleep walki-" Elsa quickly put her hand over his mouth to shut him up.
"Olaf, you can't tell anyone I was here. Please Olaf, don't." she said
"But-" she stared into his eyes pleadingly. "Oh okay. But only because you said please." he said, grinning.
"Thanks buddy." Elsa said, patting him on the head. And with that, she saddled up her horse, mounted, and rode off towards North Mountain, where the tribe of trolls lie. She determined she had at least 5 hours until sunrise, so she wanted to gain as much ground as she could by then. Little did she know that this journey would answer her questions, not just the trolls.