Prompt: Dirty

Dirty.

Everyone called her that. They all did. Why did they? Well, first because she was. Playing was fun, but the mischievous gust of eternal wind tended to maculate her with everything it could find on the ground. Second, because they had never seen someone like her before, and they only knew her people had killed their king. Dirty. They could call her that if they wanted. She didn't care. He always frowned and glared whenever he heard it, and it was enough. Agnarr called her his Föhn. She didn't know the word, but she loved the sound of it.

Prompt: Present

Anna's hand twitched with unhindered excitement. The door had been closed for six years now, but sometimes it would open. And through minute probing, extensive periods of stealthy observations and a great deal of patience, Anna discerned a pattern. Every month, on the first Monday's evening, Elsa would go out and walk around the great hall. She didn't know why—and she didn't need to. This once, she followed quietly. Elsa found her present as soon as she walked inside. Stuffed chocolate bears. They had been very hard to make. But at least that way she could see her smile.

Prompt: Heartbeat

She sprints up the flank of the mountain. Her cape catches between her legs, makes her stumble, almost fall, but she doesn't care. The melody started a while ago, but Elsa only hears it now. The crystals dart and flow and dance and jubilate. And so does she. The sensation is old: the grin is new. She spent too much time wallowing in self-pity; now is the time for her to spread her wings. She's read that every heartbeat should be treated as the last. Only now does she understand that sentence. She feels it for the very first time.

Prompt: Older

Nobody told her the stones were this far from town.

Still, the runes etched with a careful blade had begun to appear from a distance. Separated by exactly one meter, standing atop what was once their kingdom, the monoliths overlooked her home with a watchful pride that seemed to glow around them. The moonlight would certainly add to the atmosphere, but Elsa could barely spare the time of day. She'd first said she'd wait until she got better. When she got better, she settled on when she'd get older. Now she was older. And she only wished she had come sooner.

Prompt: Adventure

"I had a hard time searching for my sister. I honestly never thought about anything else for a bit. My feet really had a hard time in the snow too. Let's not talk about my ankles. Or my knees. I feel like heels should be illegal, can I make them illegal? Nevermind, I'll look into it later. I fell into a freezing river, I was smacked by a tree, a pack of wolves ran after me and I probably fell more feet than you've ever walked. So no, sir. Me dancing with you won't be the adventure of my life."

Prompt: Cold - AU

There was no light anymore. The sky cried with her, the wind howling with a terrifying roar that thundered above. She usually never commanded the cold, merely answered to it. But now that the ground itself cracked under her steps, the bite of winter bent to her will, swirling and twirling in a vertiginous tornado. The storm was coming. And now that Anna wasn't there to stop it, she would let it rage. Let it consume her killers as they quaked beneath her fury.

The greater good? She couldn't care less about it.

Her humanity? She learned to let it go.

Prompt: Free

He thought about the two years. Two years of running. Now he was free. Well, free of them.

For two years he'd gone without a destination. When he didn't have to run anymore, he had even less of an idea where to go. He still couldn't process that call. He had a direction, though. North. Denmark had been a good idea. Easy passage to upper Scandinavia. Crossing into Norway had taken a week. The kingdoms were quite scattered, but some of them had English speakers. Walking didn't tire him anymore. He had one last stop.

Arendelle, they called it.

Maybe.

AN: So. This wasn't exactly planned, but hey, I thought why not? Stuff that didn't make it to PaT can still be read, right?

These drabbles are in chronological order, even if some are not technically canon to PaT. I'll mark those with an AU mention. I'mleaving the interpretation to each of you, but I am confident you can piece together who's talking and/or what's happening in each of those!

On this note, see you in a few weeks!

Peace,

CalAm.