Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Arendelle, our story begins. Arendelle was like your average kingdom, ruled by a king and queen that the bustling villages going about their everyday lives, trading, shopping for their next meal, loved and adored.
If one were to look at Arendelle from the outside, a busy village is exactly what they'd see. If it was at night, they'd see candle light coming through all the cottage windows and the many, many lit rooms of the castle where the king, his queen and their two beloved daughters sat eating a lovely warm meal prepared for them by their many servants. Or they'd see a dark village with no lights, depending on the time of night.
But even if there were no lights, the village was not as dead as it seemed. For on this very night, a stranger was in town.
Not that you'd be able to see him unless you believed in him, but he was flying around the castle of Arendelle with his magic staff in hand, stopping to look in a window to a room where the very reason for his journey resided.
There, just as the man in the moon had told him she would be, was a little girl fast asleep in her bed, the covers pulled up to her white blond head which was poking out the top.
The stranger knew that this girl was the one he'd been sent here to meet, the one with special powers. He could sense it. Powers that were not unlike his own in fact. And even though he didn't know her, he felt a certain sense of loyalty towards her. Like he needed to guide her, like they were bound, like they were meant to be. He knew this girl was capable of great things but she'd need guidance to do so.
The girl inside groaned and shifted in her sleep, turning over to the stranger saw her peaceful face. Fearing that she might wake and discover his presence, the stranger decided it was time for him to depart. He turned his face towards the moon, preparing to leave.
"You were right," he said. "I promise to watch over her closely and guide her in any way I can. I will protect her, man in moon and help her fulfil her destiny until the day her existence naturally ceases, you have my word."
The figure put his hand over his heart in gesture of respect for the man in the moon and stared at the sky for a few seconds as if expecting some response. None came, just like always, and he pulled the hood of his frost covered blue jumper over his head and flew away into the night, leaving no evidence of his presence.
Or so he thought. The little girl was staring at the window her eyes wide and mouth open as she tried to comprehend what she'd seen.