A/N: I'm going to warn you now that this chapter and the next couple chapters will be relatively short, but they are very, very important! This is where the action starts, so read and review!

Disclaimer: Don't ask me what it's like to own the rights to Frozen; I haven't the slightest idea, because I don't own the rights to Frozen!

Elsa tossed and turned in bed that night. She had too much on her mind to sleep.

It was great to see Julie and Noah finally confess their feelings for each other, but all Elsa could think about was Johan. She had grown so close with him throughout this ordeal, and she was beginning to question how she really felt about him. It felt a little like it did back when they were fourteen, only now, the feeling was stronger, and she could see the way he looked at her, his eyes showing all the care in the world.

Does he love me? she asked herself.

She thought about what he had said in the park about rather having her than Linnea. Elsa couldn't decide whether that was more meant to show his love for her or his hate for Linnea. But there were certainly other times that he had definitely seemed to show some feelings for her. She had been touched that he had always trusted her even when she didn't trust herself.

Do I love him?

Her heart seemed to say yes, but her head told her she couldn't. She just couldn't get over the fact that true love just seemed too good to be true, at least, for her.

Besides, there were other complications too. Suppose they did love each other, and they started courting and wanted to get married. She was the queen of her kingdom, and he was the heir of his. The moment he became the king of Landvik they wouldn't be able to be together because they each had a different kingdom to take care of. The only way it could work would be if one of them gave up their throne. Elsa knew she couldn't be the one to do that, because Anna could never handle being queen. And she could never ask it of Johan; she would never do that to him.

Elsa rolled over and sighed. She knew that even if she did love him, it would never work. She wished could stay with him forever, but now that the snow was clear enough that they could go outside, it wouldn't be long before ships could leave, and as much as she didn't want to go...

Then, she heard it.

Elsa.

The voice. That voice in her head from the man on the beach.

Come to me.

Sitting up, Elsa looked out her window, and sure enough, standing on the snow-covered beach was the hooded stranger. She got out of bed, put her slippers on, and grabbed her cloak from her closet. For a moment, she stopped as she started to come to her senses.

What the hell am I doing? she thought. But then she heard the voice again.

Elsa.

Her thought of caution suddenly disappeared as quickly as it had come on. She walked out her door, with the hypnotic voice as her guide. She didn't notice the chill in the air she left behind her as she walked through the halls. All she could think about was finding out what the man had to say. Before she knew it, she stood on the walkway around the garden at the same spot she stood on the night of the wedding that overlooked the beach. She hesitated for a moment, until she heard the voice again.

Come to me.

She walked forward onto the beach and didn't stop until she was right in front of the man. She couldn't see his face in the darkness. Only his eyes.

Then he spoke to her. Not in her head, but actually speaking.

"You may wonder why I have called you out here, Snow Queen."

Suddenly, Elsa felt uneasy. Not just because of what he said, but because she finally realized what she may have just gotten herself into. Now if something went wrong, she had nowhere to run.

"I have two reasons for summoning you here, and they both lead to the same purpose. You see, long ago, one of my ancestors had been cheated by the people and rulers of this kingdom. They accused him of wizardry, and would not give him any respect or care, but the truth was that his family had been cursed by a witch. When he could not get help from anyone, he vowed that one day his family would rule this kingdom and have the power to make people suffer the way he suffered. Well the time has come for me to avenge him. So I need you to bring a message to the royals."

Elsa quietly swallowed as she listened.

"Tell them that I am coming for the throne, and should they not give it to me, the consequences shall be dire."

Elsa's eyes widened as she took this in. She wanted to run away from this man as fast as she could, and get as far away from him as possible. But she couldn't move, and he got closer to her as he spoke again.

"As for my other reason for calling you out here? Well that's easy. Why you? Well you have magic, and should you chose to help the other royals fight me, you would quite possibly be a bit of a threat to me. I can't have that."

Elsa gasped as she felt a sharp pain hit her abdomen and slash diagonally across her skin up to her chest. She gripped her stomach and collapsed into the snow. Looking up, she saw a knife in his hand. The very tip of it was covered in blood. He looked down on her, his cold, hazel eyes piercing her like arrows.

"That is my warning to you to stay out of my way," he said.

He grinned at her wickedly as she grunted in pain. The snow around her had turned a sickening red. She could see the pinpricks of black in the corners of her eyes and tried to fight it off. She knew she had to stay awake to get to safety, but she was losing so much blood.

But over the sound of the waves, she could faintly hear another voice calling to her.

"Elsa!"

His voice was her salvation, her saving grace, and she whispered his name with what little strength she could muster.

"Johan..."

Read on, write on, dream on. -bandgeek63