A/N: Okay, this one is a little different. It came to me while I was watching the special features on my newly acquired Frozen blu-ray. As I've stated before, I have been a Disney fan all my life, and I've always liked Walt Disney. In 1939, seventy-five years ago, Walt Disney had planned on making the Snow Queen. I guess I started wondering how Walt would have liked Frozen. Here is my take.

The man in the charcoal gray suit and fedora stood in front of Elsa's ice palace. There was a smile on his face as he crunched through the snow and stood at the base. He looked up, shielding his eyes.

"Now that is a thing of beauty."

He let out a low whistle and started up the steps. When he reached the door he couldn't help but run his hands over the intricate snowflake design etched there. He grinned like a fool and rapped smartly. The doors swung upon.

The man walked in his eyes alight and his mustache twitching. He put his hands on his hips and did a slow turn.

He was an artist and he loved nothing better than imagination and this…this was imagination at its finest. He never thought he would see the day when animation took on such texture. It wasn't quite the same as doing it by hand, but the rich detail was something to behold.

He let out another low whistle. He was about to take a tour around the castle when a young woman's voice made him turn.

"Who are you?"

He smiled and tipped his hat.

"Well hello. It sure is a pleasure to meet you. Can I just say this place; well words can't express how great this place is Queen Elsa." He drawled.

Elsa took a fearful step back. "H-How do you know me?"

His smile was kind and gentle. "Ma'am, I've known you for a long time and let me just say how pleased I am that they did you justice."

Her face contorted into a confused frown.

"They? Who are they?"

He started to pace to look around more. "The people who followed in my footsteps, the ones that believe in the power of the imagination, and let me tell you…I don't think I could ever have dreamed something like this. It's truly magical."

She watched the man walk around the bottom floor and inspect her palace. She strangely felt no fear of this stranger.

He paused. "Although…you were supposed to be the villain. I must say I kind of glad you're not. I like where they took you. It was a good journey."

"The villain? Why…because of my powers?"

He smiled. "Because in the original story you were the villain. I have to say…I think I like this one better."

She gave him a tentative smile.

"So in this one I'm not the villain?"

He shook his head. "No ma'am."

She looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked. "Might I have your name?"

He grinned. "Pardon me Queen Elsa, where are my manners. My wife would box my ears if she knew I was being so rude. Walt Disney, at your service."

She nodded. "Mr. Disney, I…" He cut her off.

"No, no, please call me Walt. I hear Mr. Disney I start looking around for my father."

She smiled shyly. "Walt, my I ask what you are doing here."

He looked around and rubbed a sheepish hand over the back of his neck. "Well now, you see I was curious. I wanted to see how far we've come since…well since I left. I never imagined…well let's just say that this is by far more than I ever expect. Just look at you. The detail…the beauty. I don't think I could have done better myself."

There was an awkward silence as Elsa blushed red. He gave her another fatherly smile.

"Well now, I believe it's time for me to get a move on. Go live your story, Queen Elsa. It's a great one."

He turned and walked away leaving a confused and bemused Elsa behind. There was a high pitch voice just outside her door that caught her attention.

"Ha Ha you ready to go Walt?"

"I'm ready Mickey. Lead the way."