For My Kingdom

A Frozen Fan Fiction

Chapter Six:

Warm Hugs Heal

Elsa was half asleep when she heard a small commotion from outside her bedroom.

"I'm sorry, I can't allow you in," a guard ordered. Elsa started to fall back asleep, until she hear a familiar voice protesting loudly.

"But, but... I haven't seen Elsa in two days! Just because I'm a snowman doesn't mean I don't have feelings!"

Elsa's eyes widened. "Olaf?" she muttered to herself, slowly sitting up and pushing the covers away. She stood shakily and walked to the door in her nightgown, opening it with the intention of scolding the guards. How many snowmen get to walk around the castle anyway?

The guards spun around instantly as the door opened. "Your majesty!" they cried out simultaneously.

Olaf poked his snowy white head between them and said, "Hi!"

Elsa opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly began to feel weak, swaying slightly on the spot. She had to grip the side of the doorway for support to keep from falling.

The guards took her arms and led her back into the room, their faces deeply concerned. "You mustn't exert yourself, your majesty. You're not strong enough."

"Let Olaf in... please" she managed to whisper as she was helped back into bed. It wasn't quite the rebuke she had in mind, but it had the desired effect.

"Yes, your majesty."

The little snowman scuttled in as quickly as his short little legs would carry him, his flurry following dutifully behind. Too vertically challenged to see above the bed, Olaf brought over a mid-sized chest and pushed it next to the bedside. He clambered on top of it so that he could talk to Elsa.

"Hi!" he said again, a bright smile on his face.

She smiled back weakly. "Hi."

"You know... you don't look so good" he said, pushing back some stray strands of her hair with a wooden hand.

Elsa let out an amused hm. "Don't feel too good either," she replied. "How have you been?"

Olaf looked her very seriously in the eye. "Worried about you..."

"Oh." Elsa frowned for a moment, but looked fondly back at Olaf and reached up to caress his ice cold cheek. "You're a wonderful friend."

"You're so warm!" he commented happily as her hand touched his face.

Elsa withdrew her hand quickly. "Oh, sorry."

"No," Olaf rested his twig arm on her hand where it lay on top of the blankets. "I like it!" He grinned. "You must be able to give the warmest hugs. Can I have a hug?"

Elsa smiled warily. "But what if you melt?"

He shrugged. "It'd be worth it. Besides, you'll be able to fix me." His grin widened.

Though not sure how much freezing she'd be able to do in this condition, she didn't have the energy to argue the matter further. A hug from a man made of snow sounded nice anyway. It was so hot in there.

Elsa slowly sat herself back up and held her arms out invitingly to the small snowman who jumped right into them. She wrapped him up in a friendly embrace, and just as she was about to let go, something magical began to occur. From the open window, a cold breeze entered the room speckled with snowflakes that glittered in the morning sunlight. She gripped the snowman tighter as the snowflakes began to swirl around them faster and faster until Elsa couldn't see a thing other than whiteness. It was like the two of them were trapped in a mini blizzard.

After what seemed like hours, the blizzard finally deteriorated into the air. Elsa looked up curiously as it evaporated then looked back down at Olaf and about had a mental heart attack. "Oh... kay..." she took a steadying breath as he looked back up at her.

"What?" Olaf asked, his oh-so-familiar smile still on his lips. He looked around the room as if he missed something (which he did.) "Is it warm in here to you?" He looked down at his body, his face not changing a bit. "Oh snap."

"Oh snap" was right. Sitting in Elsa's lap was Olaf the snowman, but he... Well, he wasn't a snowman. In her lap was a full grown, about five and a half foot tall, man. Though he still looked somewhat like Olaf, he was now, unbelievably, human. Elsa averted her eyes upward toward the heavens, embarrassed. Whatever magic did this to Olaf, didn't give him clothes.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, his head, now covered with wavy, dark hair, cocked to the side.

"Mmh, yeah," Elsa replied, getting slightly uncomfortable with the full grown, naked man now sitting on her lap. "Could you uh..." She made a waving motion with her hand, signaling him to get off.

"Oh, yeah! Sure!" He slid of her lap and stood unsteadily by the bed, not sure how to stand on such long legs with such a different center of gravity.

Careful not to look anywhere other than his face, Elsa climbed out of bed, completely bewildered and walked over to the door. She opened it a crack and peered out at the guards. "Hey, guys?"

The guards turned around and saw her looking out the door. "Yes, your majesty?"

She coughed quietly. "Um, could you call up some clothes? To fit a, uh," she looked back at Olaf briefly. "A fit, five foot six, man?"

The guards looked at her funny as if she were speaking a foreign language. "Is something wrong, your majesty?"

She laughed nervously, "No, no... Just bring them, would you?"