Chapter 2:
The Mysterious Mystery of… Mysteriousness… I'm still bad at this whole "title" thing, if you can't tell.
This second chapter begins on a warm, sunny day; which means that this is a very good day for a certain snowman named Olaf… though not so good for anyone who doesn't happen to have a miniature flurry hovering over their heads. You see, one of the disadvantages of living in the 19th century were the lack of air conditioning systems. Luckily, Elsa just so happens to have the powers of ice and snow and the ability to control them, at that… though rather than freeze the whole town again, she decided to limit it to the courtyard for today. With all of the townspeople swarmed in one place, there's only so much for Olaf to do; so, he eventually found himself wandering into the castle.
"YOO-HOO…!" Olaf yelled; his high-pitched voice echoing throughout the halls, "Hey, Anna; are you there? Everyone's playing outside in the snow…! Which is kinda like playing with my organs or something, but I heard it was fun!"
"Sorry, Olaf," Elsa says, smiling as she walks around the corner, "But Anna's on another date."
"Really…?" Olaf narrows his eyes, "Just how many of these "dates" do people go on?"
"Beats me," Elsa laughs, bending down to take Olaf's hand, "Wanna see how I have fun…?"
"What is this place…?" Olaf asks in childlike wonder, surveying the room around him.
"This is a library," Elsa stated, sweeping around dramatically, "Back when Anna and I were separated, I had a, um… lot of trouble sleeping… So, to calm my nerves, I came here every night and read books!"
"Ooh, I love books; especially the ones with pictures in 'em… mostly because I don't know how to read!"
"Well…" Elsa smiles, "Wanna learn how?"
"Do I…?! Now I can find out how Oedipus ends!"
"Um… Rather than ask where you heard about that from; I think we should start with something… simpler…!" Elsa walks over to one of the shelves, taking out a book called The Brothers Grimm, "I remember reading these stories all the time when I was a kid…!" She leafs through the book, skimming through one of the chapters, "Um… Remember me telling you about how traumatized I used to be…?"
"Yes…?"
"This probably didn't help."
"Little Miss Muffet…!" Elsa exclaimed, clearing her throat, "Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet-"
"What's a tuffet…?" Olaf asked.
"I don't know," Elsa stated, "Are you paying attention?"
"Yes, ma'am…!"
Elsa clears her throat again. "Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey-"
"Curds and whey…? Aren't they the guys who tried to peep on you in the-"
"It's cottage cheese." Elsa said, with an irritated tone in her voice.
"Oh…! What's cottage cheese?"
And while they're busy with that, let's move along to what we in the business call… *imagine drum roll here* A SUBPLOT! So, remember that evil guy from the beginning of the last chapter that I probably should've put at the end or something? Well, he's back! And he's hiking up the North Mountain! Why, you ask…? Well, frankly, I think you need to put a stop to all of these hypothetical questions and just read on if you really wanna find out so much.
"Stop…!" Marshmallow yelled, stepping away from his position in front of Elsa's ice palace. "Why are you here?!"
The little creature smirks, "Would you believe me if I told you I was selling cookies…?"
Marshmallow roars, charging towards him.
"Well, I tried…!" He jumps into the air (akin to Prequel-Trilogy Yoda), dodging Marshmallow with ease. "I'm sorry, are you supposed to be the guard of this place…? Because the last time I checked, guards are supposed to attack people!"
Marshmallow growls as spikes emerge from his body; summoning his lower body strength to leap right to his opponent, who soon found himself being held over the ground by big, snowy hands.
"Now, that's more like it…!" He grins, taking out a small mirror (naturally eliciting a look of confusion from Marshmallow). "Smile for the camera!" Then, in a quick flash, the creature chips a piece off of the mirror, throwing the shard at Marshmallow's chest.
Marshmallow roars in pain, and then… silence… like, really awkward silence. For at least five minutes. Eventually, Marshmallow put the big bad down on the ground. "What is your bidding, my master…?" (Yes, I made another Star Wars reference; sue me.)
"Take a little trip to Arendelle," our currently unnamed baddie said, pointing down, "And while everyone's sleeping, paint the town red…!"
Meanwhile, back at the ra—I mean, castle, it was morning and Elsa was sitting at the dining room table, having herself a nice breakfast…
"G'mornin', shish…!" Anna exclaimed with great gusto, sliding in a nearby chair with a full plate (and a full mouth, to boot).
"Good morning, Anna," Elsa said, "How did everything go last night?"
"Coulda been worsh," Anna replied, chewing on an apple, "Krishtoff's fam'ly ish awf'lly hyperacti—BEE!" Anna jumps out of her chair, throwing her apple at the wall.
"Uh… Right…!" Elsa chuckles to herself.
"Alright, Ms. Smartypants; what did you do last night?"
"Well," Elsa mumbled, "I decided to be a responsible "mother" for once, and teach little Olaf an important life skill…!"
"And how did that turn out?"
"I'm… not sure…!"
"Miss Elsa…?" Kai said, stepping around the corner, "Your subjects are requesting your presence!"
"Um… Well-"
"We're kinda having breakfast here!" Anna snapped, "Can't you tell them to wait a few minutes?!"
"Try looking out the window," Kai remarked, as he walked off, "You might have a better understanding for their lack of patience."
Anna and Elsa glanced at each other before rushing over to a window in the hallway.
"Oh my gosh…!" Anna exclaimed with horror and agony AND OVERWHELMING DESPAI—um… Excuse me.
"Hi!" Olaf said, walking towards them with a book in hand, "I don't have to sleep, so I just finished another book…! So, uh, what's… what's all of the commotion about over here? Because… I kinda feel left out on this one…"
"The town… Everyone's homes… they're all destroyed…!" Elsa whispers.
"Oh…!" Olaf climbs up to the window, "Well, that would explain all of the noise I heard around four in the morning."
"What am I supposed to tell them…?"
"Who the culprit is, of course…!"
"Oh yeah…?" Anna raises her eyebrow, "And how are we gonna do that?"
"Elementary, my dear Anna…!" Olaf exclaimed, using the book as a makeshift hat, "We simply follow the trail of clues leading right to the criminal who's responsible; just like my new literary hero: Sherlock Holmes!"
"Couldn't we just hire a professional detective for that…?" And that's all Elsa manages to say before she gets her mouth covered by Anna.
"WE HAVE NO TIME!" Anna yelled, "Hey, Kai!"
"Yes…?"
Anna yelped as she found that Kai was already standing next to her. "Um… Mind distracting the crowd for us while we sneak outta here?"
"Kinda."
"Well, uh… We'll raise your pay!"
"WE…?!" Needless to say, Elsa soon found her mouth covered again.
"Well," Kai drolled, "That's as good a motivation as any!" Kai whistles cheerfully as he walks towards the main hall.
"Anna."
"Yes, o wonderful sister of mine…?"
"Get your hands off of my face."
"Oh…! Sorry!" She does so. I am great at narration.
"I know someone who's not getting her desserts for a week…!" Elsa proclaimed, walking through the hall.
Anna awkwardly chuckles before drooping her head down, "C'mon, Olaf…"
"What could've done this…?" Elsa whispers to herself, walking amongst the wreckage.
"Well, using my keen detecting skills, I have begun to notice a pattern…!" Olaf claimed, speaking with an archetypical Sherlock impression.
"Really…?" Anna walks over to him, "And since when did you gain keen detecting skills?"
"Don't interrupt me while I'm detecting." Olaf walks over the rubble, "As I combed through the overwhelming destruction, I've repeatedly found bits of ice and snow. See…?"
Elsa walks over to Olaf and bends down, scooping up a small pile of snow in her hands.
"I know what you're thinking…" Anna walks over to Elsa and puts her hand on her shoulder, "And there's no way that this is your fault; you can control your powers now, remember…?"
"Yeah…" Elsa said, still unsure, "Right…"
"Hey, Elsa…" Olaf said, "Even if it is your fault… which, I, um… doubt it is; we need to locate more conclusive evidence!"
Elsa nods, letting go of the snow she was holding onto.
Anna groans as she paces through the town. "We've been searching this place for hours, and we haven't found diddly squat!"
"But we aren't looking for diddly squat…!" Olaf exclaimed, "Should I have been searching for that the whole time…? I mean, it'd probably help if I knew what it was… HEY, ANNA; WHAT'S A DID-"
"Hey!" Anna runs over to a pile of shattered wood, digging through the debris, "I think you guys should take a look at this!" Elsa and Olaf walk over to her, as she holds up a certain piece of headwear. "This looks like your old tiara; y'know, the one you wore back at the coronation!" She gives it to Elsa, who gives it further inspection.
"This is my old tiara…! But I threw it away when I made the ice palace!"
"Well," Olaf said, "Maybe Marshmallow took it…!"
Elsa raises her eyebrow. "Um… I don't think marshmallows can take things…"
"What do you mean? He's my little brother!"
Elsa continues to look confused.
"He's that snow guard you made to chase away Me, Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven…!" Anna explained, "I guess he came down here from the North Mountain!"
"Well, that would explain a lot…" Elsa said, "Except he's not supposed to be attacking innocent people!"
"Maybe we should go up there and give him a little reminder…!" Anna declared, pounding her fist as a demonstration.
"Yes…" Elsa replied, narrowing her eyes, "Maybe we should…"
Naturally, the two royal sisters and their snowman friend head up the North Mountain…! But you didn't think they were hiking up there alone, did you…? Well, no… They're not. Instead, they're riding in Kristoff's brand spanking new sled, [naturally] pulled by Sven.
"Thanks for the lift," Anna smiles, patting Kristoff on the back.
"Hey; it's no problem," Kristoff shrugged, "Helping my girlfriend and her sister stop a rebellious snow monster from destroying the town isn't exactly the weirdest thing that's happened to me this summer!"
"Yeah," Sven [fake-] replied, "The weirdest thing was him actually getting a girlfriend in the first place!"
"Oh, shut up…!" Kristoff laughs.
"Um…" Elsa leans in Anna's ear, "Does this happen a lot…?"
"You get used to it."
Olaf leans over the side of the sled, squinting, "Hm, let's see…" Olaf said, sitting up, "I spy, with my little eye… Somethiiing… White…!"
"Hm… Let's see," Anna gives him a sardonic grin, "Is it… snow?"
Olaf looks up at her, gasping in delight. "How did you know…?!"
"Just a lucky guess, I suppose," Anna said, playfully rolling her eyes.
"Well, girls; we're here!" Kristoff pulls the sled to a complete stop, "Sorry, buddy; I'm gonna have to leave you here again!"
Sven pouts; scowling as he plops his butt down on the ground.
"Don't worry about the big baby over here," Kristoff said, "He'll get over it."
Our heroes (and heroines, for you nitpicky people out there) walk up the icy staircase; when they make it up top, Elsa suddenly gets a big chill.
"What's wrong…?" Anna asks.
"I don't know," Elsa replied, "But something doesn't feel right…!"
"Awwwwww…!" said a mysterious disembodied voice, "Is wittle Elsa cold…?! Well; maybe a delicate woman such as you shouldn't be hiking up the big, scary mountain!"
"Who are you?!" Elsa screamed.
"Yeah…!" Anna chimed in, "And where are you…?! Because this is kinda creeping me out."
"Now, what fun would that be; if I just told you all right away…?" the voice chuckled, "Besides; I know how you like to play games, Elsa! So, if you play my little game and win; I'll fix everything, go back home, and we'll all part ways as unlikely friends! Huh? C'mon; what do ya' say…?"
Elsa hesitates. "What happens if I lose…?"
"Oh, I think that will become apparent as soon as you start playing…! And if not that, at least in the next five minutes…" the palace doors swing open, showcasing a gigantic labyrinth, "Welcome to wonderland, Alice…!"