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Author's Note: I seem to be drowning in inspiration for character studies. Sigh. Again, I can't promise how many of these I will write. I am actually working on my second self-published novel for Amazon (I am not well known or famous yet, but I'm working on it. Actually, I would settle for just being able to make a living at it) and should definitely not be detouring back into the world of fan-fiction, but sometimes characters just grab you and won't let you go. So here he is, Olaf the great. Love this freaking snowman. This is from Elsa's POV.

The Peculiar Case of Olaf the Snowman (And Why He Likes Warm Hugs)

By

Rogue Amazon Boo

Anna asked her once how it could be that Olaf was alive. Elsa was slightly ashamed to admit she had no clue. She wasn't in the greatest frame of mind when she fled from Arendelle on the day of her coronation. Fear was her predominate memory…fear of herself, of her people, of her kingdom, her failure, her…everything.

Not a lot of people knew this, but fear had a taste. It was metallic and cold and choking. She shuddered as she remembered the awful coat of it on her tongue. It had come to her then that Olaf was created in that moment, that moment when she cast off her fear…along with any hopes of ever seeing her sister or her home again.

So one day in her study she asked him.

"Olaf, do you remember the day I created you?" A bucked tooth grin split his face.

"Yep. It was a great day…even if it was all cold and wet and monotone and…"

She cut him off. "That's fascinating, but what I asking…what I'm trying to say…" She paused. She didn't know how to ask him the question she needed an answer to without being insulting. Olaf, in Olaf fashion, saved her the trouble.

"You wanna know why you made me?" Elsa looked embarrassed for a moment and then stammered.

"Y-Yes Please."

Olaf waddled over to her and plopped down in the snowman sized chair she'd put in her office just for him. He liked to sit with her sometimes when she was going over official business and documents and he was unable to climb up into the full size chairs there.

He looked serious and she felt herself leaning a bit closer to hear what he was about to say.

"I was Anna's idea, and you built me together. " He stopped and then said. "Well, gotta go!"

He smiled and waddled out with a jaunty wave. Elsa blinked stupidly for a moment and watched him, dumbfounded. She was still trying to decide how to react when he waddled back in and launched himself at her, giving her a tight hug. He then jumped back down.

"Forgot my hug!" And he was gone again. Elsa slowly sank back down into her chair, lost in thought. She was hoping for more of an explanation, but then realized it was perfect in its simplicity. Olaf was one of the last things she and her sister created before she began her isolation.

He was the embodiment of all those childhood days spent in innocent abandon when her powers were not something to be feared…but a source of joy and delight. It was her secret she shared with her exuberant little sister. Until that fateful morning, eight year old Elsa was never afraid to play with her sister.

Olaf was her joy, her innocence, her lack of fear…he was her childhood. The one she and Anna should have had together. He was the warm hug she had once been too afraid to give to Anna.

Her thoughts took a darker path. The creation of her ice palace was cathartic and meant to be final. She was free…free of all the expectations to control and conceal a vital part of who she was. Freedom had a cost though. It cost her any chance of a relationship with her baby sister. It had cost her the last of her family…and so…Olaf was born.

Elsa had her family back now and the snowman that had been a part of her lost childhood was a part of that family now. He still liked warm hugs, and summer, and flowers, and bees that buzzed, and the beach…and all things bright and full of life.

He liked all the things that Anna liked, but he was made of snow. Elsa smiled, one of her rare heartbreaking smiles. He was made of snow, but his personality was as warm as a summer's day.

So, of course he was alive, because it was as simple as he said, I was Anna's idea and you built me together. Elsa made him because he was both a piece of herself and a piece of the sister she loved more than anyone else in the world. He was alive because even at the height of her terror filled run, she didn't really want to be alone for the rest of her life.

He was alive because the Snow Queen was capable of a deep and abiding love that would always do what it thought was best even if it caused her pain. Mistakes be damned, Olaf was alive and he liked warm hugs…

And Elsa was happy.