I trudged to the top of the snow-filled ridge, cupping my hands over my mouth, igniting my breath to keep warm. I sit down, brushing the seemingly endless snow aside from the ground so my behind doesn't freeze while I rest. The sun was going down over the mountains of Arendelle, snow-capped peaks glistening with the orange glow, emanating from the sun. "So beautiful," I thought. "But so cold, so lonely." I sat there, soaking up the last rays of day, revelling in the harsh magnificence that was this land. I thought back to my old home, Restauga. The dry, barren desertlands that we called our home, the endless sand dunes and scorching sun that made surviving the day a feat of its own. An image of my family appeared in my mind, my father the king, my mother, and my younger brother Jeral. He must be about nineteen now, as he was two years younger than me. But with that thought I blocked the image out and turned to my present surroundings.

I looked down at my body. Covered only in old, heavy iron boots that reached to my knees, leather pants, a scarf, and a small jacket that covered half of my torso, I decided that I was not dressed for the weather. Standing up, I scoured the landscape for a place of warmth, or somewhere I could buy better equipment for this environment. I wrapped my scarf around my mouth after I had breathed my last flame for now, and concentrated on the serene scenery. To the north side of the ridge I was on, I only found thick, thriving evergreen forests."No good," I thought. "There's bound to be wolves there, I can't go that way this close to dark." I whirled around, peering into frozen lands. The foliage was more sparse than to the north, but still present. A sort of path went through the trees. Maybe a horse path? Although whoever is coming along to these mountains at this time of year would be completely mad, I figured that was my best chance. Straining my eyes against the light, I saw something that caught my eye. Off in the far, far distance, something like a stack of smoke ascended into the wide-open sky. "Probably take about four hours hiking," I thought. "Better get started." And with that, I jumped from my temporary resting place and began my slippy descension from Arendelle's North Mountain.

After I had been walking for a good three and a half hours, the smoke was so close I could almost smell it. With only about a mile to go, I started thinking of who I might find and what I would say to the person who awaited me. It had been a while since I had come into contact with people that weren't trying to kill or imprison me. As I was peering into the night sky, still thinking, my mind wandered again to my past. I remember Jeral asking my mother when we were younger.

"Mom, why do we hafta go to bed? The sky's awake, why can't we be too?"

"Now now, my young prince," she replied playfully, tucking him into his bed. "The kingdom needs strong well-rested leaders to guide them, doesn't it?"

"I guess so." he said, disappointed.

"Now go to bed," she said, smiling and kissing him on the forehead.

Lost in the beautiful memory, I had almost slipped away from reality completely, until my thought was interrupted by a loud, thundering noise coming from the mountain I'd just climbed down from. Glancing back, I peered to the ridge I had been on, and saw a cavalry unit, bearing Restauga colors, rapidly charging down the mountain, and judging by the size of their pikes I'm thinking that they aren't here to arrest me. The black, red and orange flag stood out against the white snow as they raced towards me. Spinning around frantically, I picked up my leisurely walk in the snow to a sprint in a heartbeat.

Approaching fast to the smoke, I saw a girl there, not much older than me, clothed in light blue garments, horse-riding chaps, with blonde hair atop her head, staring into the fire but not huddling by it as I had expected any sane person to. I saw the faintest glisten of a tear roll down her cheek before she acknowledged me running towards her. As soon as she noticed I was there she quickly wiped off her cheek. I looked around, hoping to find her horse, but to no avail. Strange for someone to wear riding chaps for a hike in the frozen woods.

At first, her attention was on the scantily-clad boy with a staff, but then she looked behind me, eyeing the cavalry that was chasing. Alarmed, she knew that they'd run straight through this passage, and they wouldn't stop to make sure not to trample anyone such as herself. Hurriedly I saw her grab her saddlebag, and as I ran past, I grabbed her by the wrist, shouting "Run!", not even stopping.

As she fell into sync with my stride, I thought that we'd never outrun these horses. They were closing in too fast and we had too much ground to cover. I stole a glance behind us again, seeing that the unit was so close that they were lowering their pikes, ready to impale us. Looking back ahead, I saw what could be our one chance of survival. I turned to the girl.

"We can live, but you're going to have to trust me." I shouted between breaths and over the thundering of hooves. She nodded. I grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, damsel-in-distress style. I thought she'd struggle to get down, but I guess she was too scared to move. Sprinting as fast as I can down this downward slope we were on, I started to concentrate on my legs, below the knees. Thinking of all the pain and turmoil in my life, I concentrated every single amount of pent-up rage into those parts of my body. Jumping up, I shielded the girl's eyes from what was about to happen, as it was going to be extremely bright.

And with that, my feet exploded. An earth shattering boom echoed through the night sky as we were propelled forward at extreme speeds. The wind in my face, howling through my ears, I had never felt more alive than this. Smiling and looking ahead, my eyes began to water from all the wind in them. The girl, still huddled in my arms, looked back at my legs, then at me, wide-eyed.

Startled, she shouted over the loud air in our faces, "How are you doing that?!"

"Born with it," I replied happily. "Comes in handy sometimes though." I looked down, we had climbed in elevation to about a hundred feet above the ground, whizzing by at breakneck speeds. Suddenly, we went over a huge chasm. "Perfect!" I cried.

"What?" she said.

"Look down." I told her.

"Um, I'd rather not." she said back nervously.

"Ok well there's a huge chasm down there, which means that they can't cross over to get us. We're home free."

And of course, as soon as I said that, my fire went out. I can only use it for a limited amount, because my body can't handle all the heat, blah blah blah. A tribe of trolls explained it to me once, I didn't really listen but the basic jist of it was that I can train myself to use it more and longer, which I have. Unfortunately, I just used a bunch of it on the speed boost.

As if to imitate me the girl turned to me and said,

"We can live, but you're going to have to trust me." Curious and without any other options, I nodded and stared toward the the ground, which was coming towards us quickly. She grabbed on to me with one arm, and with the other, wincing, she extended towards the ground as white tendrils of magic flew out. I down to where we were falling and was greeted by a faceful of the softest snow that I had ever encountered.

"Oof" I grunted, as I sank into the fresh powder. I brushed the snow of of my face and looked over at my acquaintance in amazement. "How did you..?"

"Born with it." she said, winking. "Comes in handy sometimes, doesn't it? My names Elsa."

"Jeram," I replied with a smile, realizing that I might finally find some answers.