Well above the snow-line, a small figure climbs the highest peak. It's Elsa. Finally, she stops, looks around.

"Simon, If you were still alive right now…"

Catches her breath and sings...

THE SNOW GLOWS WHITE

ON THE MOUNTAIN TONIGHT,

NOT A FOOTPRINT TO BE SEEN.

A KINGDOM OF ISOLATION

AND IT LOOKS LIKE I'M THE QUEEN.

THE WIND IS HOWLING

LIKE THIS SWIRLING STORM INSIDE.

COULDN'T KEEP IT IN,

HEAVEN KNOWS I TRIED. . .

DON'T LET THEM IN,

DON'T LET THEM SEE,

BE THE GOOD GIRL YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE.

CONCEAL,

DON'T FEEL,

DON'T LET THEM KNOW.

WELL, NOW THEY KNOW.

Elsa takes off her glove and throws it into the air.

LET IT GO. LET IT GO.

CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE.

Elsa creates a snowman, just like the one she made with Anna when they were children.

LET IT GO. LET IT GO.

TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOR.

I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY.

LET THE STORM RAGE ON.

THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY.

Elsa lets her cape fly back into the wind.

IT'S FUNNY HOW SOME DISTANCE

MAKES EVERYTHING SEEM SMALL.

AND THE FEARS THAT ONCE CONTROLLED ME

CAN'T GET TO ME AT ALL.

IT'S TIME TO SEE

WHAT I CAN DO,

TO TEST THE LIMITS AND BREAK THROUGH.

NO RIGHT, NO WRONG,

NO RULES FOR ME...I'M FREE!

Elsa creates ice steps and climbs them.

LET IT GO! LET IT GO!

I AM ONE WITH THE WIND AND SKY.

LET IT GO! LET IT GO!

YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME CRY.

HERE I STAND AND HERE I'LL STAY.

Elsa slams her foot down and forms a giant snowflake.

LET THE STORM RAGE ON...

In a flurry of creative release, she raises the snowflake on ice beams, builds walls, archways, a glistening chandelier, and an intricate ceiling that leaves the sky visible.

MY POWER FLURRIES THROUGH THE AIR INTO THE GROUND.

MY SOUL IS SPIRALING IN FROZEN FRACTALS ALL AROUND.

AND ONE THOUGHT CRYSTALLIZES LIKE AN ICY BLAST-

Standing firmly in her mighty ice palace, Elsa removes her crown and throws it.

I'M NEVER GOING BACK,

THE PAST IS IN THE PAST!

She takes down her hair and creates a new dress made of ice.

LET IT GO! LET IT GO!

AND I'LL RISE LIKE THE BREAK OF DAWN.

LET IT GO! LET IT GO!

The sun rises. Elsa struts onto out onto a balcony and into the light. She's free.

THAT PERFECT GIRL IS GONE.

HERE I STAND IN THE LIGHT OF DAY.

LET THE STORM RAGE ON!

THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY.

She turns and slams her ice palace door on us.

Anna rides her horse through two feet of snow. She shivers.

"Elsa! Elsa! It's me, Anna...your sister who didn't mean to make you freeze the summer. I'm sorry. It's

all my f-f-f-f-f-f-fault."

Anna and the horse struggle through a wooded area.

"Of course, none of this would have happened if she'd just told me her secret...ha...she's a stinker."

She gasps, as she remembers something.

"Wait, Simon! Of course, her boyfriend also had ice powers. They were soo perfect, but-"

"He's already dead." She sighed

A branch of a nearby tree snaps and startles the horse. Anna goes flying off, lands face down in the snow. She sits up. Spits out snow. Sees the horse running away.

"Oh no. No. No. No. Come back. No. No. No. No... Oooo-kay."

He doesn't come back. Anna grabs onto a branch of a leaning conifer, tries to pull herself to her feet, but the tree snaps upright and releases all its snow onto her..

The Northern Lights shine as Anna struggles, out of breath, reaching the top of a hill.

"Snow, it had to be snow, she couldn't have had tr-tr-tropical magic that covered the f-f-fjords in white sand and warm – Wait, only Marie could do that! I have to contact her! But then again, the Eastern Isles is so far away from here, and then again, I just lost my horse"

She sees smoke rising up in the distance.

"Fire! WHOA!"

Anna goes tumbling down the hill. She lands with a crash in an icy stream at the bottom.

"Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold..."

Anna shuffles up to the building, her dress frozen stiff. She shakes the snow off a sign and reads:

"Wandering Oaken's Trading Post."

Snow drops off a smaller sign. She reads it, happily.

"Ooh! And Sauna..."

Anna steps cautiously through the door-which hits her frozen butt and knocks her into the center of the shop. She looks around, sees only summer supplies.

"Hoo hoo."

Anna turns to see a bright-faced fellow sitting low behind the counter, fingers tapping tip to tip.

"Big summer blow out. Half off swimming suits, clogs, and a sun balm of my own invention, yah?"

"Oh, great. For now, how about boots. Winter boots...and dresses?"

"That would be in our winter department."

The winter department contains one outfit, a pickaxe, and a lonely pair of boots.

"Oh. Um, I was just wondering; has another young woman, the Queen perhaps, I don't know, passed

through here?"

She brings the clothes and boots to the counter.

"Only one crazy enough to be out in this storm is you, dear?"

The front door suddenly blows open and in walks a mass of a man covered in ice. Underneath is Kristoff.

"You and this fellow... Hoo hoo. Big summer blow out."

Kristoff walks right up to Anna.

"Carrots."

"Huh?"

"Behind you."

"Oh, right. Excuse me."

Anna moves out of Kristoff's way. He grabs a bunch of carrots, tosses them on the counter, then moves through the place, gathering other supplies.

"A real howler in July, yah? Where ever could it be coming from?"

"The North Mountain."

Kristoff brings his supplies to the counter. Oaken counts on his fingertips.

"That'll be forty."

"Forty? No, ten."

"Oh dear, that's no good. See these are from our winter stock, where supply and demand have a big

problem."

"You want to talk about a supply and demand problem? I sell ice for a living."

Kristoff motions out the window, where we see the blocks of ice on his sled, covered in snow.

"I know some guy in the past that does that too but ooh, that's a rough business to be in right now. I mean, that is really...Ahem. That's unfortunate."

"Still forty. But I will throw in a visit to Oaken's sauna. Hoo hoo! Hi, family."

Kristoff and Anna turn to see a naked family waving through the window of the steaming sauna.

"Hoo hoo!"

"...Ten's all I got. Help me out."

"Ten will get you this and no more."

Kristoff seethes. Stalemate.

"Okay, just tell me one thing; what was happening on the North Mountain? Did it seem magical?"

Kristoff pulls down his scarf and gives Anna a firm answer.

"Yes! Now, back up while I deal with this crook here."

Oaken stands up, revealing his seven-foot stature.

"What did you call me?"

Oaken stomps out the door, carrying Kristoff with one arm.

"Okay. Okay, I'm- Ow! Whoa!"

Oaken throws Kristoff, who face-plants in the snow.

"Bye bye."

Oaken slams the door. Kristoff sits up. His reindeer, Sven, canters over, snorts, and nudges him, expectantly.

"No Sven, I didn't get your carrots."

Sven huffs in his face. Kristoff turns away and sees something. He points to a dilapidated barn.

"But I did find us a place to sleep. And it's free."

Anna stands watching Oaken and all his great height as he squeezes behind the counter and sits down low again.

"I'm sorry about this violence. I will add a quart of lutefisk, so we'll have good feelings. Just the

outfit and boots, yah?"

Anna looks between Kristoff's supplies and the door. Kristoff, now unfrozen, relaxes on a bed of hay, playing his lute and singing to Sven.

REINDEERS ARE BETTER THAN PEOPLE.

SVEN, DON'T YOU THINK THAT'S TRUE?

YEAH, PEOPLE WILL BEAT YOU & CURSE YOU & CHEAT YOU.

EVERY ONE OF EM'S BAD, EXCEPT YOU.

"Oh, thanks, Buddy."

BUT PEOPLE SMELL BETTER THAN REINDEERS.

SVEN, DON'T YOU THINK I'M RIGHT?

THAT'S ONCE AGAIN TRUE,

FOR ALL EXCEPT YOU.

YOU GOT ME. LET'S CALL IT A NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

DON'T LET THE FROSTBITE BITE.

The door opens. Anna enters.

"Nice duet."

Kristoff sits up with a start...sees who it is.

"Oh, it's just you. What do you want?"

"I want you to take me up the North Mountain."

"I don't take people places."

He lays back down, closes his eyes.

"Let me rephrase that..."

A sack of supplies lands in Kristoff's lap.

"Umph."

He sits up. Looks in the bag.

"Take me up the North Mountain... Please."

He eyes her. He clearly doesn't take orders.

"Look, I know how to stop this winter."

He considers, lies back down, pulls his hat over his eyes.

"We leave at dawn... And you forgot the carrots for Sven."

A bag of carrots hits Kristoff in the face.

"Ugh!"

"Oops. Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't- We leave now. Right now."

She steps back outside and waits, anxiously. Annoyed, Kristoff offers Sven a carrot. Sven has a bite. Then Kristoff has a bite, contemplating