A sharp kick landed in Kristoff's back, tearing the ice harvester out of a deep sleep. Kristoff leaned away and turned to glare at his assailant. He found himself looking up at a sturdy bald man with a salt-and-pepper beard and eyebrows. The man's smile was friendly, but that didn't stop Kristoff from yelling at him.

"What's wrong with you?!" he snapped.

The older man's smile did not falter. "Nothing, friend. We're breaking camp. It's time to get up."

"Egon!" the middle-aged woman called. Both Kristoff and 'Egon'—Kristoff preferred to think of him as 'Egg' because of his head—looked as she poured water from a pail over the extinguished campfire embers. She had a round, kind face. Though when she saw Egon had not left Kristoff alone, she gave the two of them a look that told Kristoff she was not one to be trifled with.

"Relax, Helmine," Egon said. He gave Kristoff a final smile before joining the woman.

Still irked at being woken so rudely, Kristoff stood and merely watched the robbers pack up their things. He thought he caught the carrot top shake his head at him for just standing there. But no one barked at him for assistance. Why should he assist thieves?

Within the hour, they were on the move through the trees. Egon and Helmine led the way with a few men behind them to guide the robbers' animals. Carrot top walked alongside Kristoff, starting out with the threat that the ice harvester would get a knife in his back if he tried to run from the party. Kristoff noticed with some irritation that the red flight boots were tied and tucked under the carrot top's pack. At least he knew where they were.

Behind him walked a young, quiet woman with long blonde hair. Every so often, the carrot top would look over his shoulder and try to talk to her, but she'd just cut the conversation short with the briefest of replies. Each time this happened, Kristoff smirked to himself.

"I'm just throwing this out there," Kristoff said, the smile creeping over his face again. "But it sounds like she doesn't want to talk to you."

"No one asked you," the carrot top said, his eyes ablaze.

Now, the thing Kristoff found most odd—for they were a ragtag bunch who didn't all even look like criminals—was that Maija and Sven made up the tail of the party. In fact, Maija was probably the strangest member of the group. Whose child was she? Why was she traveling with robbers? Were they all related or what?

Kristoff looked back to check on Sven. The reindeer's eyes were on the ground he walked. Maija's hand was on Sven's neck, gently petting him as she too stared at the ground.

Kristoff shook his head. Was no one worried a wolf might sneak up on them? Maija, small thing that she was, could be picked off easily. He knew Sven would defend her as best he was able, but it just seemed odd to leave the little girl alone back there. With one more quick glance behind him, Kristoff wondered if Sven had revealed that he could speak. If not, why was the little robber girl so interested in him? Were they planning to trade him or eat him?

Kristoff shuddered at his dark thoughts. He would not let them separate him from Sven, no matter what threats they made. He recalled then that Sven said it had been Maija's idea to trade Kristoff off. He almost laughed at himself for having worried about her. Whatever Maija was, she didn't seem to be like other little girls.

Later in the day, Kristoff realized by the movement of the sun that the robbers were taking him northwest. When they stopped to rest at midday, he asked a man who looked too young for his beard where exactly they were headed. The man looked bored, holding the chestnut mare by a lead rope.

"The coast," he answered.

"Don't be tellin' him nothin', Karl!" Egon yelled over. The bald man smiled when Kristoff glanced over at him, scowling.

Well, little did they know that Kristoff had wanted to head to the coast anyway. Sure, he had wanted to go east as the coast went farther north that way. There were tales of magical beings that lived in the water. The northeastern shore was known to be more isolated, which was why Kristoff had decided to start there. But maybe he would find something even to the west. He would just have to get away from the robbers beforehand so they couldn't put him on some slavers' boat and ship him who knows where.

Helmine came to him with a waterskin held out. He accepted and took liberal swigs from it.

"Slow down. You can hold onto that for the rest of the journey," Helmine said, a small smile playing on her lips. Kristoff lowered the waterskin and raised his eyebrow.

"You seem different from the rest of them," he said.

When Helmine laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkled. "Do I?" she asked.

They continued on until dusk, stopping for two short rests in the afternoon. When it came time to make camp, they sent Kristoff off with Audo and Rosalind—carrot top and the solemn young woman—to collect firewood. Kristoff rolled his eyes at this, but followed the two out of the clearing. They separated through the trees, Kristoff and Audo collecting the bulkier pine and birch while Rosalind gathered kindling. It was painful to listen to Audo talk to Rosalind. It wasn't what he said, for he tried talking about almost everything: the trees, the weather, Egon's short temper, Rosalind's recovering scratch, a dream Audo had, etc. But each topic was met with the same lack of enthusiasm. Kristoff suspected that Audo knew Rosalind had no interest in him, which only made it all the more excruciating.

"It's been weeks, Ros! Why are you torturing yourself like this?" Audo asked, helping the blonde steady herself as she nearly tripped and lost her bundle.

"Would you let it go already?! I don't want to talk about it!" Rosalind hissed.

"I've known you just as long as he has! Why don't you just give me a chance?!" Audo pressed.

Kristoff sighed and shook his head as the two of them broke into an argument which he had no idea was about. They became so focused on tearing into each other that they didn't even notice as he drifted away from them. He mused over how he could probably make an escape then and there, only he could not leave Sven behind. So he headed back to camp, leaving the young couple to their lovers' quarrel or whatever it was.

No one back at the clearing seemed to notice his return without his escorts. They were all too caught up building the fire ring, unpacking blankets and cooking tools. Two others were missing, perhaps gone to hunt. Kristoff left his collected tinder at the fire ring and looked around for Sven. Again, Sven was kept apart from the other animals, roped off to a tree on the opposite side of the clearing. Kristoff wondered at this.

He made it try to look as though he were keeping out of the way. He moved his eyes from robber to robber, each one absorbed in his or her task. He stopped a few feet short of Sven and clicked his tongue to get Sven's attention. The reindeer looked at him with some concern.

"I found out we're going to the coast," Kristoff whispered.

"Hey!" someone yelled. Kristoff cringed as one of the men walked up to him. He looked like he could have been Rosalind's older brother, the resemblance was so strong.

"Sorry, sorry..." Kristoff muttered, stepping back toward the center of the campsite. So they didn't want him talking to Sven, fine. He'd wait until no one would notice.

Suddenly, it occurred to him. Kristoff looked around. Helmine greeted Audo and Rosalind as they returned. Kristoff assumed that Egon and Manfrid, another man, had been sent to get food. The man who resembled Rosalind now went back to feeding the two reindeer and the mare. Karl was seated on a rock by the fire ring, sharpening knives. But Maija was nowhere to be seen.

The next morning found Kristoff seething as he followed the line of robbers with Audo beside him again. He was definitely over Egon's wake up kicks. Some part of him hoped they would reach the trading post before he had to camp with them again. Of course, he planned to escape before that.

Eventually they came to a loud tributary and followed it until it was time to stop for water. Here Audo and Egon thought it would be funny to push Kristoff over when he bent to fill his waterskin. He caught himself just in time before he plunged face-first into the water. When he whirled around, fuming, he saw the two men holding their sides as they laughed.

"Did you see his face?!" Audo shouted.

Egon sobered up when he did, in fact, see Kristoff's face. "It was only a joke, friend."

"Oh, yes. Hilarious!" Kristoff went again to refill his skin, this time without taking his eyes off of the two troublemaking robbers. The entertainment came to an end when Helmine called to the two men. They left Kristoff brooding.

After enough rest, the group followed the course of the river. They had to climb a rocky hill at one point where the water fell off a nine foot drop. Luckily the animals were able to make it up with little trouble. Kristoff was surprised the horse wasn't more reluctant, but he supposed she may have been used to the robbers' odd treks through the forest.

After the crest of the hills, the trees began to thin out. Kristoff walked along, now accustomed to the back and forth of Audo's comments and Rosalind's short replies. He glanced once over his shoulder at little Maija walking with Sven again.

"So did you kidnap her or what?" Kristoff asked Audo, feeling daring.

"What?!" Audo snorted in some confusion as Kristoff interrupted his latest flirtations.

"Maija. What is she doing traveling with you people?"

"You people?" Audo repeated with some indignation.

"She's what," Kristoff asked, "Nine? Ten? And you take her around with you while you steal and kidnap people?" He was startled to see Manfrid glance back at him. The question had been intended to annoy Audo, nothing more. Although, Kristoff was curious.

"We take her around?" Audo said. He followed the question with an incredulous laugh, which only confused Kristoff.

"Yeah. What kind of example are you setting?"

"We didn't choose her," Manfrid said coldly. He had come to a halt in front of them. "She chose us."

Audo stopped laughing. Kristoff raised his eyebrow. What exactly did that mean, that Maija chose them?

"What's the hold-up?" Maija asked as she came up from around the end of the line, guiding Sven to follow. Rosalind, Manfrid and Audo all stood silently around Kristoff.

"I don't know," Kristoff answered, honestly confused. He looked down at the little girl. Her dark eyes blinked back at him, making him wonder how someone so small and innocent could seem so calculating.

Maija turned her head toward Rosalind. "I'll be at the front," she said. Without looking at him, she added, "And thank you for the concern, Kristoff." Then she led Sven up past the line of robbers ahead of them, leaving Kristoff with his mouth hanging open. After that, he didn't ask any more questions.

They made camp at the edge of the forest overlooking flatlands that stretched to the coast. Again Kristoff was instructed to collect wood for fire with Audo. When they returned, he noticed that Maija was absent from the camp again. This time she was the only one gone.

How can they just let her go off on her own? he thought. He thought better of asking again, however.

After supper, the robbers gathered around the fire and even invited Kristoff to sit with them for a story. He picked a spot to sit as far away from Audo and Egon as possible; they had become his least favorite members of the group. Once everyone was comfortable, Manfrid spoke.

Long ago, in another kingdom, there was once a queen who sat sewing at a window one winter day when it began to snow. The window frame was black ebony. As she sewed, the queen leaned through the window to look out at the snow and pricked her finger on her sewing needle. Three drops of blood fell upon the snow on the ground. As she looked down at the red on white, she thought how lovely it would be to have a child white as snow, red as blood and black as ebony.

Some time later, the queen did give birth to such a child—a daughter. The child's name was Snow White. But soon after, the queen died.

A year later, Snow White's father, the king, took another wife. The new queen was beautiful, but proud and haughty. She could not bear the thought of anyone's beauty surpassing her own. She carried around a round compact mirror, to which she would gaze at her reflection and ask, "Mirror, mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?"

For a time, the mirror always answered, "You, O Queen, you are the fairest in the land."

Not long after the marriage, the king passed away. Life in the castle went on. But when Snow White grew into a child, she grew lovelier and lovelier. And when Snow White was eight years old, the mirror's answer changed. One day, alone in her chambers, the queen asked as always, "Mirror, mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?"

"You are fair, O Queen, 'tis true. But Snow White will be more beautiful than you."

This new answer shocked and enraged the queen. She became engulfed with envy. From that moment on, whenever she looked upon the princess, her heart grew cold with hate. The jealousy gnawed at her night and day until she had no peace. One day, she decided she must do something about it.

The queen summoned a huntsman and ordered him to take the princess into the forest. "I will no longer have her in my sight. Kill her and bring me her lung and liver as proof."

The huntsman obeyed and led Snow White into the forest. But when he was about to pierce her heart and kill her, the princess wept and begged him to let her live. "I shall run away into the forest and never be seen again," she promised.

As she was so beautiful and innocent, the huntsman took pity on her. "Go then, child. Run." As she fled, he thought how she would probably not last long in the forest on her own. Letting her go was almost the same as having killed her.

On his way home, the huntsman stopped and killed a doe. Then he cut out its lung and liver to bring back to the queen. The queen ordered the cook to salt them and then she feasted, thinking she was eating the lung and liver of the dead princess.

But now Snow White was lost, alone and afraid in the dark forest. The huge trees seemed menacing and terrified her. She began to run over sharp stones and through thorns. Wild beasts ran past her but did her no harm.

Then she came to a cottage. The cottage was small but as clean as could be. She let herself in and found a table set for seven. Against the wall stood seven little beds. She was so hungry that she helped herself to some bread and vegetables from the table. She also drank a drop of wine from each mug. She only took a little from each so as not to take all from just one. When she was finished, she found herself so tired that she picked one of the seven little beds and fell asleep there.

After dark, the cottage dwellers came home. They were seven dwarves who dug and mined in the mountains for ore. They noticed immediately that someone had eaten from their table. Then they found the intruder lying in one of their beds.

"Oh heavens," they cried. "What a lovely child!"

They took a liking to her immediately and decided to let her sleep instead of waking her up. When she did wake, she was frightened at first that the dwarves were angry with her. But they kindly asked how she came upon their cottage. She told them her story and they took great pity on her.

"If you help us keep the cottage clean, you may stay here and you will never want for anything," they told her.

So she stayed with them. They went out to the mountains in the morning to mine for copper and gold. She kept the house clean and cooked meals with food they brought her. They were very good and kind to her. But they warned her that the evil queen would no doubt one day discover she is still alive. It would only be a matter of time before the queen would come looking for her.

"Be sure to let no one into the cottage," they warned her.

Meanwhile the queen, believing Snow White to be dead and gone, was pleased to believe that her status as the most beautiful in the land was in no danger. Again she asked her compact mirror, "Mirror, mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?"

"You, O Queen, are fair to see. But there is one still destined to be prettier than thee. Snow White is still alive and well, for with the mountain dwarves she dwells."

This news astounded the vain queen, for she knew her compact mirror never lied. She also now knew that the huntsman had betrayed her and that the hateful princess was still alive.

And so she thought for a long time, for as long as Snow White could grow lovelier than her, she would have no peace. At last she thought of something to do and painted her face and threw on a disguise to make herself appear like an old woman...

"What are you doing?"

Kristoff started along with the robbers, turning in unison toward the source of the voice. Maija had returned to camp, a slew of small, dead furry animals in her arms. Rabbits, Kristoff figured. But his mouth dropped open. Did Maija go out to kill all of those herself?

"Get the pot ready. I'm hungry," she said, narrowing her eyes at Manfrid. "You know I don't like that version."

Manfrid smiled in apology as the other robbers got up to get to work preparing the cookware and meal.

The atmosphere of the camp completely changed with Maija's presence. There were no more stories told by the fire after supper. Everyone seemed more or less ready to sleep right away. As Kristoff made himself comfortable on a patch of grass, he noticed Maija was the only one left directly by the fire. Everyone else had chosen a place closer to the trees to settle down for the night.

Kristoff thought of going over to the little girl. As oddly mature as she was, Maija was still a child. She looked lonely sitting by herself. Why had she been so touchy about the Snow White story? The other robbers had seemed particularly cautious around her after she cut the story-telling sort. Was she just a temperamental child?

Maija's head turned toward him as if she'd grown conscious that someone was staring at her. Kristoff gave her a nervous wave and then turned over, unnerved by the child's awareness.

Time to sleep, he thought.

It smelled like snow. He woke up shivering. When he opened his eyes, he was looking up at falling flakes. First he thought of Elsa. Then he heard a shout.

Kristoff sat up and found the camp in chaos. Steam curled up from the doused fire at the center of everything. Behind the dead fire, two snowy white figures rummaged through the robbers' packs.

"Attack!" Maija shouted. The robbers leapt up to their feet, weapons in hand.

"What are they?!" Helmine cried, trying to calm the animals. Egon stepped in front of her, ready to protect her if any of the creatures turned their way.

"They've been following us," Maija yelled. "I tried to cover our tracks, but apparently that wasn't enough." She pulled a knife from her belt and threw it at one of the ice maidens going through the packs. When the point hit the back of its neck, the creature stopped what it was doing and turned its head around to snarl at Maija. Then it stood and pulled the knife out, swirling it in its hand as it stalked toward the girl.

So that's what she was doing when she was away from the camp? Kristoff wondered, dumbfounded. Then it registered as he watched Maija back away from the ticked off ice creature. That thing was going to hurt her. Kristoff made to charge in and pull Maija to safety when Audo came running out with an axe in his hands. He stopped a foot short of the ice maiden and howled like a madman as he swung for her neck. Kristoff breathed out a sigh of relief as Maija skittered away from the two and ran to Manfrid.

The ice maiden slid backwards and out of the axe's reach just in time. Then she screeched and lunged for Audo, tackling him to the ground.

"Karl!" Rosalind cried. But rather than Karl, it was the blonde man who came to her aid—the man Kristoff had assumed was Rosalind's brother. Rosalind had taken on the other ice maiden, but it appeared hand-to-hand combat was not something she was confident about.

The mare whinnied and jumped. Kristoff looked to Helmine and Egon. Three more ice maidens were coming toward them through the trees.

Audo's shouts and curses once again drew Kristoff's attention. The redhead had his axe laid up across himself with both hands on it to keep his attacker off of him. The ice maiden's eyes had gone red and her open mouth revealed snarling fangs with which she clearly planned to tear Audo's throat with. Kristoff moved to help when he thought of Sven. Sven! He looked around wildly for sight of his friend, awash with relief when he found him once again alone and roped off to a tree.

Kristoff did hesitate with some guilt over Audo. But then he saw Karl creep up and kick the ice creature off of Audo. The carrot top scrambled to stand and now both men faced off the fanged ice maiden.

Again, Kristoff looked at Sven. If he was going to get away, now was probably his only chance. He bolted across the campsite toward Sven, blocking out the clash and shouts all around him when he saw the fear on Sven's face. He almost made it to Sven when the Ice Maiden stepped out in front of him. Kristoff's eyes widened as he held back his momentum before he ended up crashing into her. The leaves beneath his feet now wet with snow almost made him slip, but he was able to catch himself.

"You again," he said, hoping to conjure up some bravery.

With a click, knife-like claws spiked out from the Ice Maiden's fingertips. When she stepped toward him, Kristoff took a step back and gulped. "Whoa, I didn't mean to be unfriendly just now! Just, um, fancy seeing you again?" he said. Nope. Talking to her most definitely did not make him feel brave. It made him feel stupid. Kristoff heard Egon and Helmine yelling as they fought more ice creatures behind him. He knew he could not back up much farther without ending up in the middle of their fight.

The Ice Maiden was close enough to strike him now. He narrowed his eyes at her. Her eyes were as blue as Elsa's, only they seemed to glow with the cold she emitted. Her hair too was that same pale snow-white. The way it moved behind her was spirit-like or like she was underwater.

Kristoff shook his head. Who cared what her hair looked like?! She was about to attack him!

The Ice Maiden drew her hand back. Kristoff felt stuck in place, not by any sort of spell, but by his own fear. He watched her hand jerk forward and he knew she was about to strike him. A small, dark form suddenly jumped in between the two of them. There was a screech loud enough to hurt Kristoff's ears. He thought it was the Ice Maiden, but when he looked, he saw it was her claws scratching Maija's sword. It was Maija who had jumped in front of him...to protect him?!

"Maija!" Kristoff yelled, reaching to pull her from harm's way. She shrugged his hand off and gave him a quick glance over her shoulder.

"Take your reindeer and go!" she snapped.

The Ice Maiden pulled her hand back and glanced from Kristoff to Maija. Her eyes glinted with curiosity, but her frown revealed impatience.

"You can't be serious. You're just a child!" he said.

The Ice Maiden held her hand out. A crystal clear spear of ice materialized there, which she immediately swung at Maija. Both Maija and Kristoff rolled out of the way.

"I'm far older than I look. Get out of here!"

"What about the others?!" he asked, taking a look around. He watched as one of the Ice Maiden's minions struck Audo over the head with an ice club. Audo staggered and fell. Karl tried to check on him, but the ice creature immediately started swinging the club at him next.

Back near Helmine and Egon, one of the ice maidens had set the mare loose. Egon was trying to calm the poor thing when it kicked him. Kristoff cringed as Egon was knocked on his back. With Egon out of the way, the mare took off.

Rosalind and her brother were not faring much better now that a few of the ice creatures had surrounded them.

"We'll be all right," she assured him. "Just go!" She slashed at him with her sword to persuade him to move away.

"Yikes! Fine, fine!" Kristoff yelped, fleeing her side. "This is crazy!" He circled far around the Ice Maiden as she closed in on Maija again. In the corner of his eye, he saw Rosalind overtaken by the three ice minions. The man with her tried pulling them off of her. He knew he could not stop if he wanted to make it out of there, but he still felt terrible. He jumped over something red on the ground and then stopped to look back at it. Grand Pabbie's flight boots! If he had not turned back for them, he would have missed it.

The Ice Maiden wielded a gust of wind that sent Maija's sword flying out of her hands. Then she reached down and grabbed the little girl by the throat, lifting her up into the air. Kristoff's veins ran cold as he watched Maija scratch and try to pry the Ice Maiden's fingers loose. Kristoff could hear her choking from where he stood.

If he ran to save her and was too late, would her sacrifice be for nothing? Was he a coward for hesitating? He looked around, watching the remaining robbers tire against the onslaught of icey violence. Why was the Ice Maiden even here, attacking these robbers?

The Ice Maiden used her free hand to tear something loose from Maija's neck. Kristoff inched closer, straining his eyes to see it. It looked like a large locket.

Maija's eyes started to close. Kristoff shook himself out of his trance and bolted for the Ice Maiden. Even though they had been planning to trade him off, in the end, Maija had set him free. He owed her human decency in return. Whatever she said, she was just a child.

Before he could get to her, the Ice Maiden tossed Maija aside like a ragdoll. The girl's sword landed in the powdering white ground beside her. Kristoff only knew what was coming next because he had seen it happen to Kai. The Ice Maiden lifted her hands, aiming them toward the fallen child as she cast her ice magic.

"Stop!" Kristoff yelled. He was too late though. Maija froze into solid ice.

Horrified, Kristoff ran to her and grabbed her sword off the ground. As he charged full-speed at the Ice Maiden, his brain fought with him. What're you doing, you idiot? You'll be next!

But his heart wept for Maija. I have to stop her, he decided.

The Ice Maiden saw him coming. She stretched her hand out towards him, ready for him. But she wasn't quite quick enough. Kristoff was able to slash at her hand holding onto Maija's locket. When it fell to the ground, Kristoff was fast to scoop it up. Once in his hands, he saw that it wasn't quite a locket. When he unfastened the clasp to open it, he found it was a compact mirror in his hands.

Mirror, mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?

Kristoff glanced back at Maija. What did this mean? Why was she carrying this and why had the Ice Maiden taken it from her?!

"Look out!"

Sven suddenly knocked into Kristoff. Kristoff dropped the mirror and tumbled across the ground.

"What...? Sven?!" Kristoff said, wincing from all his scratches and bumps. He looked up just in time to see the Ice Maiden turn his best friend into an ice sculpture too.

Kristoff blinked. There was a ringing in his ears. That attack had been meant for him. He was the one that was supposed to be an ice sculpture, not Sven. He picked up the sword again and stood up shakily. The Ice Maiden looked at him once again, completely apathetic to the reindeer she had just frozen solid. He clenched his jaw and stalked toward her once more, raising Maija's sword to strike. The Ice Maiden motioned to cast the same magic on him. He knew he'd be turned to ice, but he didn't care. He thought of Anna and Elsa. He thought of Sven and Maija.

The Ice Maiden snapped her arm out but her wispy magic stopped just short of Kristoff.

Kristoff stopped in place, confused. He glanced down at his chest, where her magic would have struck him. He didn't feel like an ice sculpture. He wiggled his toes to be sure.

The Ice Maiden tried once again. Again her magic had no effect on him. Her eyes hardened as she gazed at him. She was calm but perplexed.

"You look ugly when you're confused," he said.

Unfazed by his comment, the Ice Maiden turned toward her minions. They paused and shrank away from the robbers, all but Karl and Helmine now fallen. As Kristoff glimpsed over at the still bodies on the ground, he hoped with every fiber of his being that they were merely unconscious.

Suddenly the ice maidens grouped together and glided past Kristoff, circling around Sven.

"Get away from him!" Kristoff snapped. The ice creatures paid no attention to him though. Together they lifted Sven and began carrying him off. Kristoff barked threats to them as he tore his boots off. Quickly he put Grand Pabbie's flight boots on the ground and stuffed his feet into them. As soon as both feet were in and he had sloppily tied the laces, he felt the boots hum around his feet. He started to float a few inches. He wobbled around in the air, trying to take a step to dart after the fiends who had carried his friend off. He had expected that the flight boots would take him a little higher into the air. Kind of like...flying. Perhaps the snow had dampened their magical properties a little.

"If you want to see your reindeer, you will follow me," the Ice Maiden said, her voice colder than Elsa's blizzard. She knelt down gracefully to pick up the dropped compact mirror.

Krsitoff frowned. This is what he had come out here for, wasn't it? Things had not exactly gone according to plan, but that was only because he hadn't made a real plan.

"Fine," he said, glaring daggers at her. He wasn't sure why the Ice Maiden's magic wouldn't work against him, but he'd be sure to use it to his advantage.

He would have a plan this time; he would follow her, he would learn about her and then he would get Sven and himself far away from her so he could report what he learned to Elsa.

A/N: I'm sure you have a lot of questions right now. I wanted to use this chapter to show who else has been affected by the mirror. The Grimms' "Snow White" is one of the few other fairy tales that involve a pretty significant mirror. I know I didn't explain everything, but there will be more answers later.

Here we see how Elsa's protection charm worked for Kristoff! Though he has no idea what's up, lol.

Thanks for reading! This is probably the craziest I'll get with original characters in this story. So don't get disheartened if you were like, "Wait, who the hell is Helmine again?!" There needed to be seven of them! :P

All right, enough of me. Thanks for reading!