Well here is Chapter 1. I don't have a name for it yet. Also, i have had a few questions about the content that I wish to discuss now. This is a Elsa and Kristoff romance. I also do not know whether there will be lemons included or not. It will all depend on what happens. But if I get enough suggestions either way (Yay for Lemons, Nay for No Lemons), I may allow that to sway my choice. PM me with any questions.

Kristoff was nudged awake by Sven as the sun slowly started to lift its head over the newly bleached horizon. Kristoff stretched every stiff muscle by pulling his arms high above his head, and pointed his toes as far as he could get. With a groan he released the position and let his face fall back into the relaxing scent of hay. He started to fall asleep again but Sven, having none of that, bit him on the butt.

"None of that now! Up up up!" The reindeer lectured as Kristoff rubbed the sore spot and glared.

Kristoff sighed and sat up, looking at his best friend. "Couldn't you give me five more minutes. The sun isn't even up yet."

"But we need to get going. The snow has stopped." Startled Kristoff looked outside and found that Sven was right and groaned in frustration. But only dared to close his eyes for a moment, knowing that he risked another bite if I tried to sleep once more. Finally he pushed himself up to standing and shook off the feeling of sleep.

Kristoff walked slowly over to where the sleigh was stored and took a quick moment to make sure that there was nothing wrong with it. Not that there should be, he had just finished paying it off. With a grunt, Kristoff pushed the sleigh to the doors. After a moment, Sven's head was next to him, helping. The sleigh soon stood before the sliding stable door.

"Come on." Kristoff growled, sleep still flavoring his voice. He walked around the sleigh to open the doors of the stable. Sven happily went to his place at the front of the sleigh, and Kristoff secured him in, the last vestiges of sleep disappearing. He climbed into his own place by the reins and picked them up. "Let's go."

Sven grinned happily up at him before he slowly began to walk and the sleigh picked up speed, until finally they were flying toward the North Mountain with the ice wind whipping around them. Kristoff couldn't keep his whoop of joy at the sensation.

Anna was woken up by a shout from outside. Immediately fearing the worst she ran to the window and saw a shadow slip over the edge of a hill. Other then that, all was still. She looked at the horizon and groaned when she realized that the Sun had barely risen. But she was awake now. Anna trudged over to a bowl of water was sitting, having put it there herself last night, and washed the sleep from her eyes. She wondered if Oaken and his family were awake yet. She dressed in her new clothes then walked to the fire grate and took the now dry dress off of the rack and rolled it. Putting it into her knapsack, she couldn't suppress the sigh that her best dress was essentially ruined. She lay the night-dress that Oaken's daughter had lent her on the bed and made her way down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs she was greeted by Oaken himself. "Guten Morgan Miss Anna."

"Good morning Oaken."

"You are up rather early today."

"I was woken up by a noise."

Anna watched at the man's face pinched in anger. "Yes, our other guest from last night, vas very disrespectful this morning. I am sorry." His face morphed from anger to shame.

Anna immediately grabbed him arm. "It is not problem at all. Thank you for letting me stay the night." Anna sighed. 'I suppose I should go." Anna turned to the door.

"Miss Anna?" Anna turned back at Oaken. "Vould you stay for the breaking of the fast first? Than I have a horse you may borrow to return home."

"I would love some breakfast. But, I am not going home yet. I have to find my sister."

Oaken sighed. "As you wish. But first, the breaking of the fast." Oaken took Anna's arm and led her deeper into the house and Anna giggled at his antics.

Elsa was disoriented as she woke up, surrounded by white. But moment's later it all returned; her powers out of control, Anna's face, but then the relief. Elsa burst from her cocoon of snow and gasped at the beautiful sight around her. The newly risen sun was shining through the ice she had created and Elsa could find no words to describe it. So she sat and took it in. The wind added a musical tone to her view and she felt herself relax.

But as the sun continued to rise, the sparkling quality of the light dimmed. Elsa climbed out of her bed and shook the errant snowflakes from her hair. She automatically went to the dining room she had made, for breakfast. But then she realized that she didn't have anything to eat. There was no fruit, no meat, just ice sculptures of them around the room. Elsa's stomach chose that moment to rumble in a very un-lady like manner. Elsa closed her eyes, and realized that there was nothing she could do. Unless she wanted to go back to Arundel and buy food, which she wouldn't do, she was going to starve.

Elsa closed her eyes and sank to the floor, her mind and stomach empty. After a moment she felt a tear fall down her face, and she immediately stood and ran to her room, where no one could see her, forgetting that no one was there. She fell back into the snow as her tears began to fall in earnest, and for the first time in almost 9 years, she cried. She cried for her loss of Anna. Not only now, but when they were children. She cried for their parents who had passed, leaving a huge burden on her. She cried out of fear of her powers. And she cried for the loneliness that had always pressed around her like a cage.

Sven and Kristoff held perfectly still at the sight before them. An ice palace. A dream come true, for Kristoff at least. Sven was the first to break the silence. "Wow."

"You can say that again buddy."

"Wow." Kristoff leaned forward and whacked his friends head.

"I didn't mean it literally." Kristoff took in the sight before him, admiring the artistry from afar. Then, in an almost daze, he climbed out of the sleigh and unhooked Sven. The two of them approached the stairs. Before taking a single step, Kristoff looked at the detail in wonder. His heart beat a little faster, knowing he would soon meet whoever had created this perfect ice. He then grinned at Sven and the two of them began to climb the stairs. But Sven soon slipped. After a few attempts, Kristoff looked at Sven. "Sven, you can't get up the stairs." He stated blandly

"But Kristoff..."

"Just... stay."

"But..."

"Stay!" Kristoff glared at his friend, trying to make a point. After a moment Sven relented, falling on his tail end with a huff. "I'll be right back." Kristoff promised as he turned back to the castle. He slowly climbed the stairs, feeling the perfect slope of the rails even through his gloves. At the top of the stairs he took another moment to marvel at the two doors that stood before him. It was a beautiful mastery of ice, and the layers of the ice made it semi-transparent, but not clear. Sven raised his hand and knocked on the doors. The sound that echoed made him shiver in delight. Than the doors opened before him, and he walked in. He looked at the hall, and was thrilled that nothing but ice made the room. A shifting of light had him looking above him and his breath caught at the ice chandelier that hung above him. Even from this distance the intricacies of the snowflake pattern was impeccable.

A noise had him looking at the top of the stairs that stood before him. And his eyes caught sight of something that made the chandelier's beauty fade in comparison. Kristoff closed his eyes and shook the poetic thoughts from his mind, before looking at the woman who stood before was human after all. But Kristoff felt the argument fade every second he kept looking at the woman. Finally she cleared her throat and spoke. "Who are you and why are you here?"

Her words sounded as though they were meant to be menacing, but the gentle quality belayed that. "My name is Kristoff." Kristoff took off his hat and bowed to the lady before him.

Elsa had finally calmed down, when she felt something. It took her a moment to realize what it was, but she slowly realized that she could feel someone touching her ice. She concentrated and realized that whoever it was, was slowly climbing her stairs. Clambering out of her bed she went to a wall where she quickly created a mirror. Looking at herself, she was pleased to note that her eyes weren't red and puffy like they used to be when she would cry as a child. She wondered if it had something to do with the ice. But then the person was at the door.

Elsa found herself walking as quickly as she could, without breaking decorum, toward the main doors. The person knocked. The sound echoed all the way up to her, moment's after her instincts had informed her of the act. She reached the stairs and slowly descended down them, only now realizing that this may be an attempt to kill her. She lifted her chin. She would show no weakness. Let them try it, she was ready.

At the bottom of the stairs she saw only a single man. He was looking up at her ceiling, and from this angle she could see an emotion she hadn't expected. Awe. This man was looking at her work without fear. She took another step, and the sound echoed lightly around the room. The man looked down and caught her eye. And his face remained filled with awe. There was no fear there. And she felt a profound sense of relief that at least one person wasn't instantly afraid of her on sight. But then she realized, that perhaps, he had not heard of her power yet. She hardened her heart and bit out "Who are you and why are you here?" But the words came out more gentle than she had intended.

There was a moment's pause before the man took his fur cap off and bowed to her. "My name is Kristoff."

"And why are you here?" She demanded, this time the words seemed to hold her true intentions and whipped through the air.

This Kristoff, looked up at the bite. But didn't seem intimidated, but rather seemed... delighted. That couldn't be right. "I came to find the crafter of the ice."

An interesting way to put it. But she lifted her chin. "I made the ice."

Once again this man surprised her. Rather than his face filling with the expected fear, he grinned at her. "Did you really?"

Without much conscious thought, she found herself descending the stairs. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?" The man's brow furrowed.

"I control ice." She pointed at his left foot and the ice encased it.

His happiness dimmed, which was expected. But his next words were once again, not what she had expected. "I suppose you could kill me. If you wanted to. But I don't think you do."

"Oh?" She tilted her head to the side as she continued toward him.

He remained silent until she stood just a few feet from him. "Someone who makes such beautiful ice couldn't be a killer."

She felt herself blink slowly, as what he had said began to process. But when it did, she realized that this man might just try to get close to her. For his own safety, she couldn't let him do that. She turned, and released his foot. "Go away. I came here so I couldn't kill anyone. Dont' tempt me."

"What about Arundel?"

She turned. "What about it?"

"If you came here to get away, and not kill anyone. Why have you cursed them?" He stared at her like she was a great puzzle. She shivered under his gaze, before his words struck her.

"Cursed Arundel..." She nearly whispered, fear sparking through her. What was he talking about?

"They are in a permanent winter."

Elsa's heart froze. Than it began to beat nearly twice as hard, as pain flooded her system. This was what not what has supposed to happen! She ran away so they would all be safe. What about Anna? What if she... Her thoughts stopped when he grabbed both her wrists, and pulled them from her face. She struggled from his grip. If he held on too long... he suddenly dropped her wrists and looked at his gloves, which were slowly freezing over.

Kristoff felt his stomach clench painfully as the woman before him broke down at his words. He stood still for only a moment as her hands went straight for her face, and her fingers tangled with her hair and she began to tug. Puffs of snowflakes and ice kept bursting from her fingertips. Then he noticed that a frost was quickly growing around her face, and he knew that she was trying to destroy herself. So he grabbed her wrists and yanked them from her. Tears were spilling down her face, and were freezing as they fell off her cheeks. After she had paused for a moment, she began to squirm like a fish, but he held on.

But then suddenly, his gloves felt stiff. So he brought his hand down and stared in shock as his gloves began to freeze over. He knew that his hands would be stuck so he quickly slipped the gloves off and flexed his fingers. All was well there. So he glanced up at the woman, and saw her looking at him with fear and she stepped away from him. He quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist again. She cried out and yanked desperately from him. He held tight and pulled her closer, not willing to let her hurt herself.

She didn't make much sense at first, but then he began to make sense of her words. "Let go, please let go of me. You are going to freeze! Let go!" He felt his heart warm for this ice woman at her words. She was worried for him. He yanked her forward and released her wrists so that she landed against his chest. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Her sobs grew louder and she pushed and pulled desperately. But he held still, despite the fact that his clothes were slowly starting to freeze over.

Eventually he had to stop moving, due to the stiffness of his clothes. She stopped struggling soon after and looked up at him with teary and fear-filled eyes. But then she stared at him in shock. He held still, and she slowly lifted her hand to his cheek. Her small and cold hand touched his cheek then flinched back. She slowly did it again, until finally her whole hand rested cradled against his cheek and she stared at him in wonder. "Why aren't you freezing?" She asked, and an ice mist caressed his lips and he swallowed nervously.

"When my family found that they couldn't keep me from working with ice, they blessed me so that ice and the cold would never bother me, nor harm me."

"Oh..."

"Now, while you are trapped. Tell me why you cursed them." The man said gently, as though she was a colt to be frightened.

But he was right, and she felt her grief and guilt try to take over. She was only able to keep hold of herself because of the warmth of the man. She admitted softly. "I didn't mean to."

"Can't you stop it?"

"I... I don't know how! I have always caused the snow, I've never made it go away." At her words, he seemed to pull her even closer and she felt herself slip and a few tears escaped. She rested her head on his shoulder, gathering herself.

After a moment he spoke again. "You are too upset. Just breathe." She felt him rock her minimally. She wanted to complain against such treatment. But it was so nice. She had been a child the last time someone had touched her. She was reluctant to let this sensation disappear. "Breathe." He insisted, as if knowing her thoughts had drifted. She followed his instruction and took a deep breath. It was cleansing. So she took another. And then a third. She felt her body relax. She had not even realized she was tense. "Do you have somewhere you can see Arundel?"

She thought about the castle layout for a moment and then nodded, thinking of the eastern tower. She had not yet dared going up it, knowing what she would see. But she couldn't bear to destroy it either. It was her way to see home again. He let go of her. "Lead the way." She nodded and turned to go up the main staircase, but she couldn't help glancing back every few moments, worried that he was just part of her imagination.

But they reached the top of the tower without incident and she took a deep breath before looking out the window. She immediately spotted the dark clouds that hung over her city. "I did that?"

She nearly jumped when his hand rested on her shoulder. "Yes."

"But how... how can I fix it?" She turned to him, begging for an answer.

He sighed and frowned. "I don't know. That is something only you can know. If I understood ice magic, I would help. But I know you can do it. You created this wonderful castle." He smiled at her softly.

His confidence boosted hers. She couldn't help but think that it couldn't hurt to at least try. She took a deep breath and looked out the window. She concentrated on the clouds. The seconds passed to minutes. And her confidence soon gave way to frustration. With a growl she whipped to him. "It's not working!"

"Breathe!" He insisted.

She did so, and going with her gut, grabbed his hand and turned again. His hand was to remind her that not everyone would be hurt by her magic. To remind her that he had been in awe of her power, not in fear of it.

But as she stared at the clouds, she could feel his warmth seeping into her skin, and she felt her concentration instead turning to the almost forgotten sensation. The feel of his rough hand grasping hers. The almost imperceptible beating of his blood beneath the flesh. The minute movements that he was not aware of. And slowly his scent drifted to her. It smelled of unwashed man at first. But then she slowly began to smell the winter scent on him. The crispness. And under it all, man.

"You did it!" She was shocked out of her thoughts at his exclamation and she turned and saw that the clouds were indeed scattering, and even from here she could see warmth creeping into the city much as it had into her hand. She turned back to him, with a grateful smile on her face.

"Thank you!"

He blushed and looked down. "I didn't do anything."

She lifted her unoccupied hand and lifted his chin warily, still worried her magic would freeze him. But then she stared him straight in the eye. "You brought a little warmth into my ice castle. That was all I needed."

He didn't say anything just watched her, a slight smile on his face. After a moment, she realized that they were still holding hands. She couldn't say she didn't enjoy the sensation. But then another sensation flooded her veins. Several people were climbing her stairs. She must have shown her fear, because he yanked her into a hug. "What is the matter?" He muttered against her hair.

She let go of him, just realizing that her arms had instantly curled around him. He stepped back. "There are men here. I don't..." She caught his eye once more. "I need you to stay hidden. I'll deal with this." Elsa turned on her heel and went for the stairs, heading toward whoever had arrived.

TBC

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