Author's Note:
I've been searching for self-insert fanfics in Frozen and seriously, I can barely find more than five. So I thought, "Fuck it, I'm doing it myself!" I know my writing isn't top-tier, hell, it's probably crap, but just bear with me, okay? Hope you enjoy it, and if you have any thoughts or feedback, feel free to leave a review. I would really love to hear what you guys think!
Also, this story is heavily inspired by 'The Traveler in Arendelle' by starfishy97 (a great read, highly recommended) and 'Into the Other Dimension' by xXx DIGITAL xXx (another great read).
Disclaimer:
I don't own Frozen or any of its canon characters or events. They belong to Disney. The only thing I own is my OCs and whatever random stuff I throw into the story.
Chapter 1: LALALALA LALALALA ELMOS WORLD
Darkness. Nothing else. No shapes, no edges, no light. Just a deep, empty void. My body feels wrong, crammed into a space too tight to breathe. Everything is wet, slimy, and disgusting. I can't move. I can't tell what's happening.
The last thing I remember is a late night at the office, emails piling up, bright lights burning my eyes, and a quick meal I barely tasted. I sat down to finish a report, and then everything went black. Now I'm here. Wherever 'here' is. None of it makes sense. I can't feel my desk or chair, just this…crushing weight all around me.
Then, a flicker of light. It's faint but real.
Voices follow, muffled and far away. The space around me shifts, the pressure growing as I'm pushed forward. My head feels like it's being forced through a hole too small to fit. Suddenly, light hits me hard, sharp and blinding.
Someone holds me. My skin burns as something coarse rubs over it. Above me is a wooden ceiling, beams crossing like ribs.
"It's a boy!"
What?
I try to move, but my body won't listen. An old woman's face comes into view, wrinkled and tired. She wears a thick burgundy cloak with gray fur at the edges. She smiles, her breath visible in the air.
"Do you want to hold him?"
"Y-Yes."
A second voice. Softer. Nervous. I'm passed to someone else. I force my eyes to look up.
A young woman stares down at me. Her brown eyes are wide and wet. She wears a green dress with white fur at the edges. Her hair is braided and tied back.
"Hello, Magnor." She whispers, her voice shaking. Her hands tremble as she holds me close.
Magnor? Who the hell is Magnor? Is she talking to me?
No. This can't be real. I look at my hand. It's small, round, useless.
…
Oh god, I'm a baby.
The truth hits me. I try to shout, to demand answers.
"Gah…ahh…"
But nothing comes out. Just sounds. Baby sounds.
The old woman laughs. "He's noisy already."
I'm not trying to be noisy. I need to know what the fuck is going on. My brain is screaming, but my body won't do what I want. I can't even move right!
The young woman, my mother, looks at me like I'm the only thing in the world. Her eyes are soft, full of something I don't know how to face.
"Waaah...gahhh!"
I scream. It's all I can do.
Then, just like that, I'm too tired to keep going. The dark comes back, and I'm gone again.
"He looks just like his father."
"Does he? I think he has your eyes."
The voices carry as I lie in a wooden crib, staring up at the uneven ceiling. It's been three days. Three long, confusing days since I realized I've been reincarnated as a baby. My name is Magnor now, or so they keep calling me.
The last thing I remember was work. Emails, deadlines, a quick, barely warm dinner. Then nothing. Now I'm here, in what looks like some kind of medieval world, with two women hovering around me.
Freja, my grandmother, and Kaelina, my mother. Both have the same brown eyes and chestnut hair, their heavy wool cloaks lined with fur. They seem warm and cozy. I'm not cold, so I guess they're doing a good job looking after me.
…How do I know their names? They introduced themselves. To a baby. Kind of odd, but maybe that's normal here. Their names sound Nordic, or something like that, but I can't be sure. Just a hunch, really.
"Still, he hasn't cried much." Kaelina says, her voice soft but uncertain.
Freja chuckles. "Most babies cry nonstop. You, for instance, wailed for hours when you were born."
Kaelina frowns. "Mother, I was a baby. What did you expect?"
They laugh while I try to move my tiny hands. Everything feels slow and clumsy. Dammit, there's no escape from this body. I'm stuck.
The house is small but cozy. Wooden beams, plastered walls, flickering candlelight. Everything looks old-fashioned. No electricity, no modern conveniences, just a seemingly rustic life.
"Kaelina, you should rest. You've been hovering over him all day." Freja says.
Kaelina sighs. "Can't I stay a little longer?"
"Magnor isn't going anywhere."
I close my eyes, hoping to tune them out.
I was a Christian, but only in name. I prayed when things got bad, really bad, and left religious texts gathering dust. Did I die from overwork? Maybe. I don't know. Reincarnation wasn't something I ever took seriously, much less thought would happen to me.
Also, I haven't seen my father since I was born. Maybe he's absent or off working. The lack of mention makes me wonder if I'm the classic fatherless protagonist. Both women seem unbothered, so I'll probably learn more when I'm older.
"It's remarkable he was born on the same day Queen Iduna gave birth to her daughter." Freja says.
That catches my attention. Iduna? The name rings a bell. It sounds familiar…definitely Nordic.
Kaelina smiles. "It feels special. Born during the winter solstice, too."
Winter solstice. December 21st, if this world's calendar is anything like Earth's. Or maybe I'm on a medieval version of Earth? Or some kind of Earth in a different universe?
"What's the baby's name again?" Kaelina asks.
"Elsa." Freja replies. "It means 'God is my oath.'"
I freeze. Elsa?
Kaelina beams. "Did you hear that, Magnor? You share a birthday with the princess!"
Iduna. Elsa.
…Shit. The reason why Iduna sounds so familiar isn't because of Nordic history…but because I heard it in a movie. A kid's movie. A Disney one.
No way. I can't be in a world where singing solves every problem, love conquers all, and a queen with ice powers freezes an entire kingdom. This has to be a coincidence, just a world with similar names and details.
Elsa. It's just a name. Plenty of people are named Elsa. It doesn't have to be that Elsa.
I'm probably overthinking this.
Right?
…
"Waaahhh!"
"Oh, Magnor, what's wrong?"
"Strange. That's the first time he's cried since the other day."
"Is it time?"
"Yes, he's probably hungry."
God, if You're listening, feel free to smite me now.
…Okay, so I'm in Frozen.
It's the same world I recognize from TV and movies. Frozen. The first film was a massive hit, everyone talked about it. Then came Frozen II, which tried to do too much all at once. Elsa becoming the Fifth Spirit didn't really add up, for me at least.
Now, I find myself born into this same world, on the same day as Elsa. It's strange. There's a lot to consider about the coincidence, just that alone. And honestly, I'm still processing the fact that I'm in a fictional world. Fictional, as in, it's something created by human minds...When you think about it like that, it can really mess with your head.
Still, if I put those thoughts aside for a moment, it's possible that I'm here to help Elsa with her powers, maybe even fix things before they go wrong. Or maybe God just decided that putting me in a kid's movie is funny...there's no in-between. For now, though, I'm stuck in a baby's body, which really limits what I can do.
It's been four days since I was born. Today is the feast celebrating Elsa's birth, or so I've overheard from the two women, and everyone's excited. But I'm only four days old. Shouldn't I be inside, staying warm and safe? Why are we going outside in the cold? Not that I'm complaining, I barely feel it. Still, something about it feels off.
Can I chalk it up to Nordic traditions? Nah, that doesn't sit right.
"You really shouldn't be doing this, Kaelina." Freja said, her voice full of concern as she adjusted my mother's gown. I was securely cradled in Freja's arms, wrapped in a soft infant sweater of icy blue wool.
"I'm fine, Mother." Kaelina replied easily, smoothing out her dress as if there was no problem. "It's just a short walk to the castle. No need to make a fuss."
"A short walk? In this cold? Just days after giving birth?" Freja said, clearly worried. "Kaelina, you need to rest. This isn't the time to push yourself."
Kaelina rolled her eyes, a small grin playing on her lips. "Oh, come on. You're the one carrying Magnor, right? Between the two of us, you've got the heavier load."
I tried to make a disapproving face, but I was still a baby. My attempt at looking judgmental probably fell flat, but Freja seemed to get the point.
"Even your son thinks this is a bad idea." Freja said, shifting me a little for emphasis.
Kaelina looked down at me, her expression exaggeratedly hurt. "Magnor! Is that true? Are you already taking your grandmother's side?"
"Baah." I said in the most neutral tone I could muster.
Kaelina feigned a dramatic pout. "See? He's just upset I haven't taken him out sooner."
…I really couldn't deal with this.
Freja pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long sigh. "Kaelina, listen to yourself. This isn't normal. You should be resting."
"But I feel fine!" Kaelina said, flexing her arms like she was showing off. "See? Strong as ever!"
Freja softened her gaze but kept her tone firm. "Feeling fine doesn't mean you should be pushing yourself. I've seen plenty of new mothers, and none of them bounce back this quickly. It's not natural."
"Maybe Magnor brought me a blessing." Kaelina joked, her grin widening. "Or maybe I'm just built different."
"Built stubborn, you mean." Freja retorted.
Oh! That was a solid burn, though Freja's lips twitched, as if she was holding back a smile. "Look, if you're going to do this, promise me you'll stop the moment you feel anything. For his sake, if not your own."
Kaelina's expression shifted from defiant to grateful in an instant.
"Oh, thank you, Mother! I knew you'd understand." She leaned in and kissed Freja's cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too, dear." Freja muttered, her voice a mixture of exasperation and fondness.
Kaelina turned her attention to me, her eyes lighting up. "And thank you, my little genius, for helping me win her over."
I stared back at her blankly.
"Baah." I said again, which in my baby terms meant, "Don't pull me into this."
Kaelina laughed, taking my response as approval. "Aww, you're so clever already!"
She was definitely a bit reckless, wasn't she? What a mother.
It was my first time leaving the house since I was born, and as we stepped outside, I saw the world beyond our door.
I took a deep breath. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the faint scent of pine and snow. It felt surreal...so different from the smog and fumes I was used to. Each breath felt strangely refreshing, almost overwhelming in its purity.
Our house was a little higher than the rest of the village, perched on a gentle slope. The cobblestone path below was uneven and old, with patches of moss peeking through the snow.
The village clung to the side of the mountain, surrounded by snow-covered wilderness. To the west, the forest stretched on, with tall pines weighed down by snow. The trees reached up toward the sky, disappearing into the clouds. Below, the village unfolded, the houses scattered across the incline like they were thrown there by an unsteady hand.
The roofs were thick with snow, blending seamlessly into the winter landscape. Thin paths of ice wound between the houses, catching the pale sunlight and shimmering softly. Each breath I took was chilled with fresh frost, mixing with the earthy scent of pine.
From where we stood, it felt like we were at the very edge of civilization. To the east, a fjord cut through the mountains. Its icy surface sparkled like silver under the winter sun. Across it, the mountains rose sharply, their jagged ridges softened by snow, standing like silent sentinels.
And there, at the edge of the fjord, stood the castle of Arendelle.
Its white stone walls gleamed in the weak sunlight, elegant and strong. The emerald-green rooftops stood out against the snow, their steep slopes covered in thick snow. The central tower rose higher than the rest, topped with a golden spire that seemed to touch the sky. Snow clung to the rooftops, adding a soft touch to the castle's grandeur.
I couldn't help but stare at the scene. Even as an infant, I could appreciate the beauty of it all, the way the castle seemed to stand there, proud and timeless.
This was Arendelle…the heart of the kingdom.
It felt unreal. Hell, it shouldn't be real, yet here I was.
"Augh…" A soft noise escaped me.
"Do you see this, Marcus?" Freja said. "This is Arendelle. It's beautiful, isn't it? Just wait, it's even more stunning in the summer."
I couldn't react, my eyes glued to the scene in front of me.
...I really am here, aren't I?
As we descended into the village, it seemed to come alive.
People moved with purpose, wrapped up in thick winter clothing. The men wore fur-lined cloaks and sturdy boots, their scarves pulled tight against the cold. The women's woolen dresses peeked out beneath padded jackets decorated with colorful patterns. Their fur-lined hoods framed their flushed faces, their breath forming small clouds in the crisp air. Even the children were bundled up, their laughter carrying through the streets as they played in the snow.
"Oh, look at him! Isn't he just adorable?"
The voice came from a woman walking alongside us. Her auburn hair was tied into a long braid, and her wide green eyes sparkled with warmth. Freckles dusted her cheeks, flushed red from the cold, and a vivid red scarf was wrapped snugly around her neck. She wore a cheerful yellow jacket trimmed with white fur.
Sejuani, that was her name. I'd picked it up from bits of their conversation. She even leaned in close to my face, her grin wide as she introduced herself in a singsong tone, the kind adults always seemed to think babies enjoyed.
"Of course he is!" My mother said, her voice glowing with pride. "He's my son, after all."
Sejuani smiled at her, then leaned a little closer to me, tilting her head like she was trying to figure something out.
"But...don't you think he looks a little serious? Like he's judging me or something?"
I stared at her, blank-faced. What else was I supposed to do?
"He's a baby, Sejuani." Kaelina said, adjusting her hood and smiling.
"No, really, look at him! Babies are supposed to look clueless, but he looks like he's trying to size me up."
No, I'm not sizing you up, woman. It's just the way my face is. Come on, I don't look that uncanny…Do I?
Freja laughed softly, brushing her hand over my head. "That just means he's smart. Clearly, he takes after me."
Sure, Grandmother. Or maybe it's because I'm a fully grown man trapped in a baby's body. But let's go with your theory.
We continued walking through the village as the women carried me along, their conversation flowed easily. I didn't catch everything they were saying, but I heard enough to know they were talking about me, preparations of the festival, and snippets of gossip about people I didn't know.
Eventually, we reached what seemed like the town square. It was open and filled with activity. Wooden stalls lined the edges, vendors calling out about their goods, everything from fresh produce to handmade trinkets. A massive fir tree stood near the center, decorated with simple ornaments. Children played in the snow around it while their parents exchanged warm greetings.
"I'll stop here for a bit." Sejuani said, turning toward the street on her left. "I need to check in on my father and help out at the shop. We've got a big order to prepare for the festival."
"Of course." Kaelina said with a nod. "We'll see you soon!"
"Take care!" Freja added with a wave.
"Baah." I said, waving my tiny arms in what I hoped looked like a farewell.
Sejuani paused and gave me a warm smile before skipping off toward the street. In the distance, an old man stood outside a small shop, waving at her, and then at my mother and grandmother, who waved back just as warmly.
From there, the girls led us across a wide stone bridge, connecting the village to the castle gates. As we passed through the large gates, everything inside seemed bigger. The walls were tall and decorated with blue and gold banners. Stone archways lined the paths, each more intricate than the last.
We reached the courtyard, where people moved about, but it wasn't crowded. Servants weaved through tables stacked with food. A large yule bell hung in the center, shining with intricate gold and silver patterns. Maids in neat uniforms carried trays of food and flowers. Two fountains stood along the path leading to the grand entrance, where a red carpet stretched out before a set of towering double doors.
Then, the doors slowly opened, and the crowd fell silent.
Everyone's gaze shifted to the entrance, mine included. For a moment, I felt the weight of the occasion, seeing the people I'd only seen on screen.
King Agnarr and Queen Iduna walked out, with baby Elsa in her arms.
King Agnarr held himself with authority. His military jacket was decorated with medals and gold chains. His strawberry-blonde hair caught the sunlight, and his expression was calm but warm. Queen Iduna followed, wearing a coat over a blue and purple dress, trimmed with gold, and a crown rested on her brown hair.
It was strange. Seeing them in person felt different, hard to put into words.
But something caught my eye. Queen Iduna looked perfectly fine, just days after giving birth. It struck me as unusual, especially since she gave birth the same day as my mom, who also looked like she'd just had a nap instead of, you know, a baby.
Guess realism went on vacation.
Then Elsa caught my attention. She was tiny, wrapped in white blankets, her platinum blonde hair glistening like snow. Even from a distance, her blue eyes seemed full of curiosity.
You could tell from a mile away that she was different, just by looking at her.
King Agnarr stepped forward, his voice clear and steady.
"Citizens of Arendelle." He began. "Today, we gather to celebrate Yule, a time for joy, family, and reflection. This year, we celebrate something even more special, the birth of my daughter, Elsa. A new life is a gift to us all. It symbolizes hope and the promise of tomorrow. May Elsa's journey be as pure as the snow on our lands, as enduring as the mountains that stand guard over us, and as strong as the fjords that protect us from the storms."
Well…that's one way to speak like you actually mean it.
He continued. "As your king, it is my duty to guide and protect this kingdom. But I do not do this alone. Together, as one people, we will face the changing seasons and the challenges ahead. Elsa's birth is not just a joy for my family but a reminder of the great responsibility we all share. One day, she will lead Arendelle, and I will do everything to prepare her to be strong, wise, and compassionate."
Nah, canonically speaking, you guys suck at parenting-
"This is not only a celebration of a princess. It is a celebration of our unity, our strength, and our shared future. Let this day mark the beginning of a new chapter, one where we grow stronger together, face every challenge with courage, and ensure that Arendelle prospers for generations to , as one, we will meet the future and rise to every challenge!"
The crowd cheered with even greater fervor.
"Let the Yule bell toll!" He announced, and the bell rang out, its sound echoing through the air. The festivities began in full swing, and the crowd's chatter filled the space once again.
That speech was incredible. It had a seriousness that felt miles away from what modern politicians say. Definitely a solid 10 out of 10.
My mother turned to my grandmother with a proud smile.
"The princess has such beautiful eyes." Kaelina said, admiring her.
"Yes, a wonderful addition to the royal family's legacy." Freja replied, clearly pleased.
My grandmother and mother smiled at each other, exchanging a quiet moment of pride as they joined the other guests. Plates of winter berries, roasted meats, and pies were passed around. Musicians in traditional clothing played cheerful tunes, adding to the festive atmosphere.
I glanced at Elsa again. For a moment, her tiny head turned toward me, and I thought she locked eyes with mine, despite the distance.
I quickly looked away, a strange feeling creeping in. I wasn't exactly excited that Elsa shared the same age and birthdate as me. The implications were too big to ignore.
I really wanted to stay awake, but my baby body wasn't having it. Eventually, I gave in and fell asleep halfway through the festival.
Timeskip: Two Years Later
"Magnor, where are you? It's time for breakfast!"
"For goodness' sake, how can he wake up so early and just disappear?"
I was outside, sitting under the pine tree in our garden. The sun's weak winter light made the frost sparkle, but the lantern by my side barely did anything.
Two years had passed since I came into this world. I was still figuring out what kind of person I wanted to be. I had ideas, but none of them would work if I couldn't learn how to read.
The book in my lap was old, with a cracked leather cover. The title was written in Arendelle's runic script, a mix of sharp lines and soft curves that looked like carved patterns. The symbols seemed to shift in meaning depending on how they were arranged.
It wasn't easy to learn. My grandmother and mother, surprised but supportive of my interest, helped when they could. They sat with me, sounding out letters and repeating words until I could say them back. Slowly, I started to understand the shapes on the page.
The book wasn't special. It was called The Farmer's Guide to Seasons, filled with advice about planting, weather, and simple remedies for illnesses. It wasn't exciting, but it was the only book we had, so I treated it like it was.
Footsteps crunched on the frost-covered ground. I looked up and saw Kaelina walking toward me with a frown.
"Magnor, really! You shouldn't be outside so early, it's freezing out here." She scolded gently.
Fair enough. It was November, and the cold was settling in. Yet, strangely, I couldn't feel it.
"But Ma." I protested, holding up the book. "I like reading out here. It's peaceful."
Sheesh, my voice still squeaked like a toy, and my pudgy two-year-old body wasn't much for dignity.
Kaelina crossed her arms, her expression softening despite herself. She sighed and shook her head.
"You and your books. It's unusual, you know, speaking so clearly and reading at your age."
I scratched the back of my head. Subtlety had never been my strong suit.
"Uh…sorry?"
"What are you sorry for? You're my little genius!"
I let her scoop me up, the book tucked under my arm as we walked toward the house.
Right. A two-year-old who could read and hold conversations. If I'd been born in another time, I'd probably be called a witch.
"Come on, breakfast is ready." Kaelina said as she carried me back toward the house. "We made boiled fish and porridge, your favorite!"
'Favorite' felt like a stretch, but food was food.
The house was small but cozy. The walls were painted a soft cream, and the hearth crackled in the corner, warming the room. An iron pot hung above the fire, filling the air with the smell of cooking. The wooden table in the center had mismatched chairs around it, and shelves lined with jars of preserved food took up one wall.
"Magnor, you shouldn't worry your mother like that." Freja said as she stirred a bowl near the hearth. Her silver hair caught the firelight, and her tone was calm but firm.
I puffed out my cheeks. "Sorry, Grandma. I'd promise not to do it again, but we both know that'd be a lie."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh, you sly little rascal. You'll be a handful when you're older, mark my words."
I sat down at the table and set my book aside as my mother placed a bowl of porridge in front of me. The smell was simple and comforting. I took a bite and smiled.
"This is really good. Thanks, Ma. Thanks, Grandma."
Grandma smirked. "Flattery won't save you next time, you know."
Kaelina laughed, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. "He's got the charm, though. Keep it up, Magnor, and you'll grow into a proper gentleman."
Tried that, but it just led to being single forever.
As we ate, the conversation turned to the usual village gossip...who was harvesting early, whose livestock had wandered off, and other small things that happened around the village.
"She's due any day now." Grandma said, her voice warm. "The midwife says everything looks good."
Kaelina nodded. "I can't wait to meet the little one! Sejuani's been glowing lately, hasn't she?"
I listened quietly, my spoon in hand, letting my thoughts wander. Sejuani was a family friend. Kaelina often helped with her flower business, so they were close. That explained why Sejuani visited, though she didn't come often. She was the only one who ever came inside the house. She was always kind, bringing me treats or fussing over me like I was her own. Now, she was about to have her own child to take care of.
"Well..." Grandma said. "Her parents will run the shop while she takes time off. She's been working so hard to get ready."
"Speaking of babies…" Kaelina leaned in a bit, her eyes curious. "I heard Queen Iduna might be expecting again."
I froze mid-bite, my spoon hovering over the bowl.
"Queen Iduna?" Grandma asked.
Kaelina nodded. "It's just a rumor for now, but if it's true…another heir would be a big deal, especially if it's a boy."
Grandma's face lit up. "Oh, how exciting! A royal celebration would be such a joy for everyone."
I chewed my porridge slowly, feeling uneasy. If Queen Iduna was pregnant, Anna's birth was probably soon...maybe June, if I remembered right.
Everything was falling into place. But...what could I do? I'm just a toddler, knowing what's coming doesn't change a thing.
So for now, all I could do was wait, watch, and hope I'd be ready when the time came.
Timeskip: Three Years Later
Five years old. Time really does fly.
For one, I can finally read properly now, thanks to a lot of self-discipline.
I've also been helping my mom and grandma with whatever I can. Sometimes, I give my thoughts on their plans or offer small suggestions. They think it's impressive that I can read and write at my age, calling me a prodigy.
Another thing I've learned is that education here isn't the same everywhere. From what I've overheard, most schools are run by the local churches and focus on basic literacy and religious studies. Wealthy families hire private tutors, and for people like us, most kids my age won't even know their ABCs until they're six or seven.
So yeah, being literate at five...My mom and grandma think I'm some kind of genius.
And right now, what am I up to?
"Magnor, come down this instant!"
I glanced down from the top of the pine tree in our garden. Grandma Freja stood below, hands on her hips, looking annoyed.
"Just a second!" I called back.
I was perched on a sturdy branch with a small leather-bound notebook and a charcoal stick. I'd been sketching the castle's silhouette against the mountains and jotting down notes about the landscape. I tucked the charcoal into my pocket and started climbing down.
It wasn't too high, but still a bit of a drop. I shifted my weight and jumped from one branch to the next, using the sturdy ones to support myself. I kept the notebook close to my chest as I slid down the tree with ease.
Surprisingly, I was more agile than most kids my age. It wasn't normal for a five-year-old to climb like this, but I figured it was because I was an adult inside a child's body. Maybe my instincts were sharper because of it? I wasn't sure, but that was the only explanation that made sense. Still, my mom and grandma had their suspicions. Mom mostly just said I was special because of how I was learning.
When my feet hit the ground, I looked over at Freja. She wasn't happy.
"...What did I do this time?" I asked, genuinely confused.
I hadn't sneaked off to the village, and I hadn't been late coming home in weeks. I'd been trying to behave, making up for past mistakes.
"Go take a shower, young man. We're going out." Freja said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Wait, what?" I blinked. "Out where?"
She rolled her eyes. "Don't play coy. Your mother and Aunt Sejuani are at the town square selling flowers. They need my help with the setup. And you're coming along."
"You're letting me go to the square?" My face lit up with excitement.
"Oh, don't give me that look." Freja warned. "We're going to help, not for you to run around causing trouble. Stick to the task."
You might be curious about the causing trouble part. Well, I consider myself a good kid now, but when I was three, boredom got the better of me. I decided to explore the village on my own, which caused a few issues. While I ended up meeting a lot of people, I wasn't particularly interested in spending time with kids my age. Being an adult in a child's body, I found myself drawn to conversations with older men and women instead. Over the past three years, I've learned a lot from them while also working on a plan, which...I'll explain more about that later.
"But Grandma, I'm five! Shouldn't I be playing instead of doing chores?" I tried, though I already knew where this was going.
"The fact that you're aware of your responsibilities makes you old enough to handle them." She said with a sly grin.
Okay wasn't this a bit much? Come on, this had to be borderline child labor! Heretics, I tell you. Absolute heretics.
"Fine." I relented with a sigh. "But can I at least hang out with the other kids once we're done?"
"You? Talking to other kids?"
"What do you take me for, Grandma? I have friends!"
Do I, though?
"Do you, now?" She teased. "You're always chatting with adults. It's suspicious."
"Touche. But I'm serious this time."
"Whatever you say, Magnor. Just remember, we're there to help first."
With that settled, I headed inside to wash up. After a quick rinse, I slipped into a simple deep blue linen tunic, cinched with a brown leather belt, and sturdy boots. Freja, dressed in a sunny yellow gown with white embroidery, was waiting for me by the door.
Together, we set off for the town square. As Freja and I walked through the village, we passed by a few familiar faces.
"Morning, Magnor!" Old Hilda called from her porch, her gray hair tucked neatly under a scarf, and a warm smile creased her weathered face.
"Morning, Hilda!" I waved back.
We passed the blacksmith's shop, where Gregor was hammering away at a piece of metal. His arms glistened with sweat, and his dark hair was a bit wild from the heat of the forge.
"Still running around, eh?" He called out.
"Can't sit still!" I grinned.
"Tell me about it!" Gregor laughed, returning to his hammering.
Not far from there, Marla stood outside the bakery. Flour dusted her apron, and her blonde hair was tied back in a messy bun.
She gave me a smile as she wiped her hands. "What's the rush today, Magnor?"
"Just heading to the square with Grandma!" I waved quickly as we kept walking.
"You're quite the popular one, Magnor." Freja said with a laugh.
"This is what happens when you let me do my own thing." I replied with a smirk. "Every conversation's an opportunity. A little small talk here, a favor there, and before you know it, I've got the whole village in the palm of my hand."
Cue the villainous laugh: Huehuehuehue!
Freja stopped in her tracks and gave me a long, curious look. "…Sometimes I wonder about you, Magnor. Are you really just a child?"
"Of course I am! Just one with a bit of foresight, that's all." I replied.
She sighed, shaking her head. "You've got an old soul, that's for sure. And maybe too clever for your own good."
Again, subtlety isn't my strongest suit, but it doesn't seem to matter much. They just think I'm a smart kid. I might as well milk that perception while I can, because I know the day I grow up, no one's letting me off the hook for half of this.
"Wait, does that mean I can head into the village on my own next time?" I asked hopefully.
"Ha! Not a chance." She said, though her amused smile didn't falter as we continued toward the square.
The summer sun bathed Arendelle in a golden glow. The streets buzzed with energy as merchants shouted about their goods, children weaved through the crowd, and townsfolk greeted each other with warm smiles.
When we reached the town square, the lively scene came alive. Stalls lined the cobblestone paths, filled with fresh fruit, vegetables, handmade crafts, and all kinds of colorful stuff. Over at one corner, I spotted Kaelina, at a flower shop. She was setting up bouquets of wildflowers, her brown hair shining in the sunlight. Next to her was Sejuani, holding a basket of fresh flowers.
Sitting on a small wooden chair beside them was Thyra, Sejuani's little two-year-old. She was holding a stuffed rabbit that looked like it had been stitched together a dozen times.
"Mother!" Kaelina called, waving to us. "Magnor! Over here!"
We walked over. Freja jumped right in to help them set things up. I went up to Kaelina, who gave me a hug right away.
"Magnor, thank you for coming." She said, smiling.
"Of course, Ma." I said, then turned to Sejuani. "Hi, Auntie."
"Hey, little genius." She teased, giving me a wink. "Here to charm the whole square?"
"Eh, not really my thing." I said, laughing, then crouched down in front of Thyra.
"Hey there, Thyra." I said softly.
She looked at me with her big green eyes, holding her rabbit a little tighter.
"Hewwo." She said quietly.
"Aww, you're adorable." I said, and she giggled a bit.
In Arendelle, market days happen twice a week. The whole town gathers to buy and sell, turning the square into a bustling hub. It's a big day for Sejuani's flower shop, a family business passed down from her parents. Since they've grown too old to manage it, Sejuani runs the shop now, with help from my mom and even Grandma. It's a real team effort.
As for me, I'm mostly just here for the ride. Grandma says I'm helping, but they don't actually need me. Truthfully, they bring me along because if I stayed home, I'd probably get bored and cause trouble. Not the delinquent kind of trouble, just the overly curious, wandering-around kind. I'm aware of my actions, I just like exploring.
Though, If Arendelle were like O'Block in Chicago, I'd probably just stay home. But Arendelle is a close-knit community, it's small but still a kingdom, much like in the movie. The people here are friendly, so I don't worry about getting abducted.
And today, I was feeling restless.
"Ma, can I walk around for a bit?" I asked.
"Sure, sweetie. Be safe." She said, distracted as she worked on a bouquet of roses and tulips.
That's how Kaelina is. She trusts me and doesn't make a big deal out of things. She's way easier to deal with than Freja.
The thing is, I've earned that trust. Over the past three years, I've shown I can take care of myself, and I've impressed people here and there with my curiosity. But it was also something I needed to do for myself, to figure out what I really needed...which, again, I'll explain later.
I wandered to the quieter side of the town square, near the bench that overlooked the royal castle. From here, parts of the castle walls were visible, though not much else. I sat down, pulling out my notebook and charcoal pencil, and continued sketching the castle.
The rough sketch was detailed enough to include key elements the gatehouse, towers, and parts of the surrounding walls. I flipped back to previous pages, which contained notes on the guards' patrol schedules, weapon placements, entry points, and even the interior of the castle from past visits during Anna and Elsa's birthdays.
Then, I flipped further back to pages filled with plans, tools like a rope, grappling hook, cloak for camouflage, and an improvised smoke bomb for distraction if necessary.
I had a purpose, and that purpose was breaking into the royal castle.
Why?
Because while the king and queen were kind and humble, often mingling with villagers during public celebrations, direct access to their children, Elsa and Anna, was nearly impossible. The royal guards ensured the family's privacy was respected, and any attempt to approach the princesses was met with subtle but firm resistance. Despite their approachable demeanor, there were unspoken boundaries.
If I wanted to speak to Elsa, I couldn't rely on chance encounters. I needed a plan.
Of course, breaking into a castle isn't something you just do on a whim. Preparation was essential. That's why I started planning and learning from the people around me when I was just three years old. Being a curious and precocious child had its advantages. I could ask all sorts of questions without raising too much suspicion. Sure, some eyebrows were raised when I wanted to learn how to use a rope and grappling hook or handle a boat, but I always had a quick excuse.
"I just want to be like the heroes in the stories!" I'd say with a grin, and most people laughed it off.
One of my key sources was a retired castle guard, Eirik. I made a point of chatting with him whenever he was at the market or tending his garden. Through careful and casual questioning, I managed to learn about the guard rotations, the layout of the castle, and even a few tips about how patrols operated. I had to be careful not to push too hard, but over time, I pieced together enough information to form a plan.
The risk was undeniable. If I got caught, the consequences could be severe. The dungeons, or worse, exile for my family. But doing nothing wasn't an option either. Oh, I could wait a couple more years, sure, but you've got to consider that I have no intention of fucking around any longer than necessary.
I flipped open my sketchbook to a page filled with diagrams and notes. The castle had many entry points, but most were heavily guarded or too exposed. The front gate was out of the question, constantly crawling with guards. I needed something subtle, a weak spot I could exploit.
During one of the frequent public events at the castle, I noticed a small, almost hidden window on the back wall. Covered in ivy and partially hidden by trees, it blended into the surroundings. Most wouldn't give it a second glance, but to me, it stood out. Low to the ground and unguarded, it seemed like the perfect entry point.
Months of observation confirmed it. The guards on the back wall were distracted during shift changes, their attention wandering as they handed off duties. The moat added another layer of advantage, it was deep enough to hide movement, with a small, seldom-used inlet near the back.
The plan seemed simple but required precise execution.
Moving the emergency rowboat to the water took almost a month. The boat was stored far from the sea, up at the house. Getting it downhill without being noticed was tough. I used ropes and branches as rollers, working only at night or during quiet times. Each time I moved it, I was drained, but slowly, I got the boat to the inlet. It was a lot of effort for a 5-year-old like me, but I managed it.
From there, I'd row across the moat under cover of darkness, pull the boat ashore, and hide it in the brush. Using a grappling hook and rope I'd scavenged, I'd climb the wall during the guards' predictable shift change.
...The grappling hook and other tools? They came from materials around the house, likely my father's. Kaelina never talked about him, and I respected her silence by not asking.
Patience would be crucial. The guards weren't careless, but they were predictable. During the shift change, their focus waned just enough for me to slip past unnoticed.
The window itself was narrow, but given my small size, I figured I could squeeze through. Once inside, I'd follow the layout I'd memorized from Eirik's descriptions, sticking to the less-traveled corridors.
I turned the page to my carefully drawn escape route. If things went south, I'd retreat back to the moat. While I'd considered crafting a smoke bomb to create a distraction, I didn't have the resources for it, so I'd have to rely on stealth alone.
I tapped the page with my charcoal stick. It was risky, but I'd accounted for every possible contingency. If everything went as planned, I'd finally get the chance to meet Elsa, the Snow Queen herself.
Now, it was time to put the plan into motion.
That night, the house was eerily quiet. Everyone was asleep, thankfully on the same floor, though with rooms separated. This was it.
I woke slowly, careful not to make a sound. Every movement was measured as I grabbed the oversized black cloth I'd repurposed into a makeshift cloak. I crept to the door, easing it open inch by inch, avoiding even the faintest creak.
**Creak**
I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
After what felt like an eternity, I gently locked the door behind me, exhaling in relief.
Outside, Arendelle was bathed in stillness. The air was crisp, the trees rustling softly in the wind, and the street lamps flickered faintly. The boat was exactly where I'd left it, tucked beneath the dock. Everything was in place. My hands worked smoothly, untangling the ropes, the gentle swoosh of water muffling any sound.
With one careful push, I set the boat adrift.
When I reached the inlet, I guided the boat toward a thick tangle of bushes and rocks, hiding it as best as I could. The castle stood ahead, its cold stone walls faintly glowing under the moonlight. The courtyard was empty, just as I'd hoped.
I grabbed the grappling hook. It had originally been much larger, but I'd asked Gregor to shorten it for me, claiming I wanted to learn to climb. I'd spun a story about wanting to practice, inspired by the heroes in the books I read who always scaled walls in daring escapes.
"I want to be like them." I'd told Gregor. "I thought I could practice using this. It'll be fun, right?"
He'd bought it easily, not questioning me for a second. In fact, he even gave me a few tips.
"Swing it in an arc." He'd said. "Don't throw it straight up. Let it catch the lip of the wall first. When you pull it back, don't jerk too hard, you want it to grip, not snap back."
Gregor didn't charge me for any of it, and he made sure I had a rope that was just the right length for my size. Honestly, he was a good guy.
with that, I swung the hook, aiming for the top of the castle wall.
...It barely reached the stone.
**Clink!**
The metal bounced off and fell, the rope swaying uselessly. My heart sank as I stared at it.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath.
My eyes darted around the courtyard, expecting to see a guard, but there was nothing. Still, I couldn't afford to get complacent.
I tried again, this time with more focus.
**Clink!**
The same result. The hook missed the mark and landed short. My frustration mounted.
"Dammit!" I hissed.
The tension grew tighter in my chest. I checked the courtyard again. No movement. I exhaled, trying to keep my cool.
"One more time." I whispered, gripping the rope tightly.
I took a deep breath and swung the hook again, putting all my focus into it.
**Clink!**
This time, the sound of metal catching stone was more satisfying. The hook lodged securely in the wall. I held my breath, my eyes fixed on it, praying it would hold.
I tugged gently on the rope. It didn't budge. My heart finally started to calm.
"Finally…" I whispered, the relief evident in my voice.
I gave the rope one more test, pulling it carefully for reassurance. Satisfied it would hold, I began to climb.
The rough stone scraped against my hands as I pulled myself upward. Each jagged edge bit into my skin, and my small body strained under the pull of gravity. I was agile for my age, but this was way harder than I'd anticipated.
All the mental training I'd done felt almost useless now.
At last, I reached the top, muscles aching from the effort. I hauled myself over the edge, my heart racing. The courtyard spread out below me, bathed in moonlight. I took a moment to steady myself, breathing slowly to calm my pounding heart.
In…out…Focus.
When I felt ready, I moved swiftly, darting toward the back wall. I kept low, my body blending with the darkness, my movements precise. The guards' voices were low but growing closer, their footsteps echoing faintly. Their torches flickered in the distance, nearing the area where I stood.
Shit. They were closer than I thought.
The ivy-covered window appeared just as I expected. It was small and partially hidden, exactly like I'd seen during my previous recon trips. The ivy offered some cover, but I had to be careful. I gently pushed it aside, wincing when the prickly leaves tugged at the edges of my makeshift cloak.
The lock wasn't complicated, but it wasn't guaranteed either. I pulled out my crude lockpicks, improvised tools I'd made from scrap metal after watching dozens of tutorials in my past life. No formal training, but I'd practiced enough...mostly because I once got locked out of my apartment and had to figure it out.
Thanks, BosnianBill and LockPickingLawyer! Your calm, instructional voices and absurd skill sets were my silent mentors.
I worked the pick carefully, but the wire slipped twice, my heart pounding with each failed attempt. I stilled my breath, focused hard, and on the third try, I felt it.
*Click*
The lock finally gave way.
"Yes!" I whispered under my breath, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
I pushed the window open with excruciating slowness, careful not to make any noise. The hinges barely protested. I held my breath, waiting for any sign that I had been heard. When nothing came, I took my chance, slipping inside.
I landed lightly on the stone floor, my feet making barely a sound. I paused for a moment, trying to steady my breathing.
"H-Holy shit." I muttered to myself, a grin creeping across my face. "I actually did it."
Breaking into a royal castle for the first time, and nailing it on my first attempt? Huzzah!
Still, I couldn't afford to get complacent. This wasn't over yet.
I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. Silently, I closed the window behind me, making sure it was fully sealed, before slipping deeper into the castle.
As I navigated the dimly lit corridors of Arendelle Castle, a sense of déjà vu washed over me. The stone walls, adorned with intricate tapestries and paintings, mirrored scenes from the movie almost perfectly. Each step echoed softly on the polished wooden floors, and the flickering glow of wall-mounted sconces cast dancing shadows along the hallways.
Strange. Why were there no guards?
I approached a series of heavy wooden doors, each intricately carved and embellished. With caution, I turned the cold brass handles and eased the doors open. Inside, opulent rooms awaited: grand four-poster beds draped in luxurious fabrics, gilded armoires, and plush chairs near ornate stone fireplaces. The attention to detail was remarkable, but something felt off. None of the rooms were locked. It was as if security was an afterthought in this seemingly perfect castle.
Continuing my exploration, I passed armored mannequins stationed in the corridors. Their polished surfaces gleamed faintly in the moonlight. Portraits of stern ancestors lined the walls, their painted eyes eerily following my every move, adding an unsettling edge to the castle's grandeur.
Wow. Just...wow. The aesthetics of this place were absolutely stunning. The moonlight made it just bright enough to see the beautiful details around me. I was inside a royal castle, unnoticed, and part of me wanted to explore the famous spots from the movie. But it was too dark, and I didn't have time for that.
Still, something felt strange. The castle seemed deserted. No guards patrolled the halls, and none of the grand wooden doors I opened were locked. Room after room revealed opulent furnishings, canopied beds, gilded armoires, plush chairs, but no sign of anyone inside. It was as if the castle's inhabitants had little concern for security.
The reason I came here was simple. To find Elsa. But barging into her room uninvited? Not a chance. I wasn't about to be a creep.
Eventually, I reached the Great Hall and pushed open its massive double doors. The space was awe-inspiring. Chandeliers cast their golden light over checkerboard marble floors, and tall windows, draped in deep red curtains, stretched toward the vaulted ceiling. At the far end, two ornate thrones stood on a raised dais, the silent guardians of the vast chamber.
Why was I so sure I could find her outside her room? Because what else would you expect from a child just starting to understand her abilities? She'd be curious, eager to explore them, even secretly. It's exactly what we saw in the movie, and I trusted that pattern would hold true.
And what better place for that than here? Of course, just like in the movie, the Great Hall.
This was where I needed to be. If Elsa wasn't in her room, she'd be somewhere like this, a place where she could feel both small and powerful at once.
As I thought this, I heard footsteps.
I quickly ducked behind a large stone pillar, pressing myself against its cold surface to avoid being seen.
Peering cautiously around the edge, I saw her, a small girl, no older than five, with platinum blonde hair and a worried expression. She wore a light blue skirt, the fabric shimmering faintly in the moonlight, with delicate snowflake designs embroidered at the hem. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, and she glanced around nervously to make sure she was alone.
It was Elsa, the future Snow Queen, wandering the castle under the cover of night.
Of course, I'd expected this. A child discovering her powers wouldn't just stay confined to her room. She'd want to test her limits, to explore what she could do, even if it meant sneaking around the castle.
…What are you looking at me like that for? It's psychology!
This was the moment I'd been waiting for. All I needed now was the right opportunity to approach her.
Keeping to the shadows, I watched as Elsa glanced around, cautious and uncertain. Her small hands rose in front of her, trembling slightly, and her brow furrowed in deep focus. A faint shimmer began to form at her fingertips, tiny sparks twinkling like fireflies. My breath caught in my throat.
Magic.
It was surreal. Seeing it for the first time, right in front of me, felt like stepping into a fairy tale. Elsa let out a delighted giggle as the shimmer grew, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Then, with a twirl of her hands, she spread her arms wide, and frost burst outward in all directions. Blue, sparkling patterns of ice spread across the floor and walls, intricate and beautiful.
She clapped her hands together, bouncing on her toes with joy. "I did it!"
I couldn't help but smile, though I stayed hidden. Watching her pure delight was like witnessing a secret moment of wonder.
But then, her expression shifted. She grew serious, her brow knitting in determination. She slowed her movements, her hands more deliberate. The frost thickened around her, the air growing noticeably colder.
Something felt off.
The frost swirled chaotically, condensing into a jagged ball of ice above her. Elsa's face wavered with uncertainty, but she pressed on, her tiny hands shaking with effort. The ball grew larger, heavier, until-
*CRACK*
Gravity won, and the massive chunk of ice plummeted toward the ground.
"Watch out!" I yelled, bolting forward without thinking.
I reached her just in time, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her backward. The ice boulder crashed to the floor, shattering into shards with a deafening noise. Elsa yelped, stumbling with me as we fell to the ground.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Elsa's wide blue eyes stared at me in shock. Her lips quivered as she tried to form words, but nothing came out.
The noise would definitely draw attention. Fuck.
My heart pounded as I looked at the shattered ice, then back at Elsa. Her small frame shook, her face a mix of fear and confusion. I quickly glanced at the double doors behind me, half-expecting the king and queen to burst through any second.
The last thing I wanted was to end up in a dungeon. But...
"W-who are you?" Elsa stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
…How could I explain this? She was just a little kid, and scaring her even more wasn't an option. No, I could still fix this.
I softened my posture, raising my hands slightly to show I meant no harm.
"I...I'm sorry." I said gently, keeping my voice as calm as I could. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just exploring, and I heard something. I didn't know anyone was here."
Her eyes darted to the ice shards, then back to me, narrowing with suspicion. She hugged her arms to herself, taking a cautious step back.
"You saw what I did?" She asked, her voice shaking.
"...Yeah." I admitted softly. "I saw it. And it was amazing."
Her expression wavered, caught between pride and fear.
"But...but it's not supposed to do that." She murmured.
Poor kid. She wasn't just afraid of me, she was terrified of herself.
I kept my distance, lowering myself slightly while keeping my tone calm and reassuring. My mind raced, ticking through my options. This is it, isn't it? The moment I've been waiting for, the moment I've been planning for all these years, ever since I found myself trapped in this fictional world.
"It's okay." I said, my tone steady. "Sometimes magic doesn't go the way we want. That's how we learn, right?"
She blinked at me, her brows knitting. "You...know about magic?"
"Not really." I said with a small, sheepish smile. "I've seen a little, but I don't know much. What I do know is it's all about feelings. You can't force it."
Her head tilted slightly, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Feelings?"
I nodded, placing a hand over my chest. "Yeah. Magic comes from here. It's like when you're happy, or excited, or even scared. You just have to listen to that feeling."
She stared at me, biting her lip. Her fingers twitched at her sides as if testing the idea.
"Like...when I made the snowflakes?" She asked softly.
"Exactly!" I said, smiling. "You weren't forcing it then. You were just having fun."
Most of this wasn't even my own wisdom. I'd just pieced it together from all those magic-filled stories I'd spent way too much time on. Inner strength, emotions, balance, it's always the same playbook. Funny, really. All those hours geeking out, and now here I was, using that knowledge to help a fictional kid in a fictional world. Life has a strange sense of humor.
"To make it work, you just have to relax." I added. "Don't think too much about it. Focus on the warm feeling inside you, like when you're happy. Then, let it go. It's like when you try something fun for the first time, you just need to trust yourself. You'll get it, I promise!"
Elsa tilted her head, her small brows furrowing. "Just...trust myself?"
I nodded again. "Yep! And think about something that makes you happy. Like playing with your sister, or…hmm…what's your favorite thing?"
Her face lit up slightly. "I like snowflakes."
"Perfect! Think about the prettiest snowflake you've ever seen." I said with a soft chuckle. "And then just try."
Oops. Mentioning her sister might've been risky, given I was a total stranger. But thankfully, she didn't seem to mind.
She glanced back at the icy mess she'd made earlier, her little hands twitching nervously. For a moment, I thought she might back out. Then, she took a deep breath, gave me a quick, determined look, and nodded.
"Okay…I'll try." She whispered.
"That's great!" I said, stepping back to give her some space. "You got this. Just take your time."
She closed her eyes and stood still, her tiny face scrunching in concentration. This time, she looked calmer. Her lips curled into a faint smile as a frosty shimmer started to form around her. Slowly, carefully, she raised her hands, and with a whoosh, tiny sparkles filled the air.
Suddenly, the air above her seemed to freeze, forming a magnificent swirl of snowflakes. They twisted and spiraled, each one intricate like delicate lacework, with sharp, crystalline edges that shimmered with a soft, icy glow. Some were angular, others had soft curves, all of them intertwined in a mesmerizing dance.
The snowflakes grew larger and began to form a beautiful, swirling mass at the top of the hall, their shimmering edges catching the light in dazzling patterns. For a moment, the entire space felt like it was wrapped in a magical winter's embrace, the snowflakes hanging in the air like the world's most delicate artwork. And then, just as quickly, they started to dissipate, melting away into the chilly air.
Elsa gasped, her hands trembling.
"Wow!" She whispered, her eyes wide.
"Y-yeah, wow!" I echoed, smiling in equal parts awe and mild discomfort.
She just... did it? That easily? No hesitation, no struggle, just a perfect result on her first try. I couldn't help but feel a bit thrown off. I mean, I knew emotions played a huge role in magic, but this was a bit unbelievable.
"I did it!" She said softly, staring at the swirling snowflakes in awe. "I did it!"
...Oh well, that's just Elsa for you I guess.
"Told you you could." I said with a playful shrug. "See? You're amazing!"
Elsa turned to me, her bright blue eyes shimmering with joy.
"Thank you!" She said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "You really helped me."
"Ah, it's nothing. That's what friends are for, right?" I said, trying to sound casual. "Oh, wait, I didn't even tell you my name! I'm Magnor. What's yours?"
She blinked at me, then smiled shyly. "I'm Elsa."
"Elsa, huh? That's a pretty name." I said with a grin.
Her cheeks turned pink as she glanced down, fiddling with the hem of her dress. "Thank you."
"Well, nice to meet you, Elsa." I said warmly. "You know, I think you're going to be someone really special someday. You'll do things that no one else can."
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
"Really, really. One hundred percent."I affirmed. "You're amazing just the way you are."
Her cheeks turned pink, and she giggled again. "You're funny."
"Eh, I try." I said, grinning.
She tilted her head. "Where do you live, Magnor?"
"Me? Oh, I live…" I hesitated, trying to come up with something that wouldn't sound too weird. "Kind of far away. Like, outside the castle. Near the mountains."
"Whoa." Her eyes sparkled. "The mountains? Are they really big?"
"Big and quiet." I said with a nod. "It's nice there. Maybe one day, I can show you."
"Really?" Her whole face lit up, but then a big yawn interrupted her excitement. She rubbed her eyes, blinking sleepily. "I think I need to go to bed now."
"Yeah, you should." I said, lowering my voice to a gentler tone. "You did amazing today. You'll be even better tomorrow, I bet."
"You think so?" She asked, her voice soft and a little slurred from exhaustion.
"I know so." I said. "Now go get some rest, okay?"
She paused by the door, glancing back at me. "Will you be here tomorrow?"
I hesitated, trying to weigh the chances. Will I be here tomorrow? I was really lucky the guards didn't notice me sneaking into the royal castle, and even luckier that no one walked in on all the noise we made today. But with the guards' schedule, getting back here would be a lot harder. Today was a fluke, but tomorrow? Not so much...
I hesitated. "Maybe. You never know."
Her shoulders drooped a little, so I quickly added, "But I'll try. Pinky promise."
I held out my pinky, unsure if pinky promises were common here, but it was something I always did with my nieces. I figured it might bring Elsa some comfort.
Her sleepy smile returned as she reached up and linked her tiny pinky with mine.
"Okay. Goodnight, Magnor."
"Goodnight, Elsa." I said, watching her push open the door with a small yawn.
That said, I'd better leave now. Don't want anyone thinking she's been talking to someone. All things considered, everything's going smoothly. Holy shit, I didn't even know this was possible, but I did it. I managed to talk to Elsa, helped her with her powers, and made a small but definitely meaningful impact on a five-year-old. Whether I return here or not, I've made a difference. I can probably do something about-
"Mama? Papa?"
WHAT THE FUCK-
I froze, heart racing. My head whipped up, and there they were: King Agnarr and Queen Iduna, standing just outside the door. Their expressions were a mix of confusion and suspicion as they glanced back and forth between Elsa and me.
Oh no.
I gave a nervous wave, forcing a weak smile.
"Uh…hi? I come in peace?"
Author's Note:
Hey, you made it this far! This is pretty typical for a self-insert reincarnation fanfic, so don't expect heavy worldbuilding or anything too complex. I'm just testing things out here. Let me know what you think. Should I continue? Is it good, or nah? Your thoughts are appreciated!