Frozen Frost: Chapter 1 - Cold Lifes

8-year-old Elsa was one of the princesses of her family’s kingdom, Arendelle and next in line for the throne. She was a beautiful child with lovely bleach blonde hair, had adorable freckles across her tiny nose, pale skin and striking ocean blue eyes. Surprisingly, all that wasn’t what truly made the young princess so special. Nobody except her family knew, but ever since she was born she had the power of ice. She could make ice appear wherever, whenever she wanted.

Like you would think, Elsa, being the child she was, would always take advantage of the gift such as using it during play time with her 5-year-old sister, Anna who would always wake her up in the middle of the night and beg her to “do the magic”. Elsa was very close with her sister and never minded to use her powers around her.

Though, like all good things, there were problems with the gift. Elsa sometimes had trouble controlling her powers when she was under stress she would unwillingly freeze the room while her parents, The King and Queen would try their best to calm her down. She always did eventually but it would lead her to question her powers and why she in particular had them and no one else had powers in her family or even outside the family. Sometimes she felt completely alone.

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One night, Elsa was sleeping in the castle nursery. When suddenly Elsa felt weight and movement on her bed. She didn’t open her eyes though because she already knew who it was and right on cue.

“Elsa. Psst. Elsa! Psst.” Her younger sister, Anna whispered so their parents wouldn’t be able to hear that they were up.

Pretending that she was asleep, Elsa didn’t react to Anna’s actions and didn’t stir hoping she would give up, but Anna knew better.  Anna sat on Elsa and bounced.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.” Anna ordered.

Elsa grumbled. “Anna, go back to sleep.” Anna rolled onto her back and spread all her weight on Elsa’s body.

“I just can’t. The sky’s awake, so I’m awake, so we have to play.” Anna said in a drama queen-ish voice.

“…Go play by yourself.” Elsa said shoving her sister off of her and her bed. Hearing nothing more from her sister she closed her eyes. It wasn’t long until she felt her sister hop back onto her bed and lifted one of her eyelids and said.

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

Elsa opened both eyelids and finally gave in.

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(Somewhere outside Arendelle near a frozen pond)

There were snow-covered trees in every direction.  The ice in the pond started to crack until finally a hole splintered open. A young man floated out of the freezing water, bathed in the intense moonlight.

The young man was thin, pale, barefoot, and had tousled hair frosted white.

His eyes slowly opened only to see the sky’s big lovely moon. It was so bright. He floated down onto the ice as the hole in the ice closed up underneath him.

He looked around, confused, then turned toward the moonlight as it dimmed a bit.

The young man carefully threaded across the ice until he hit something with his feet. He looked down and at his feet there was a wooden staff. Curious, he picked it up. Almost immediately the staff began to glow a cold blue colour in his hands.

Startled, He almost dropped it as the base of the staff came in contact with the ground. Frost shot out and spread across the ice and the young man was visibly confused.

He touched a few trees with the staff sending frost up their trunks. He swung the staff again, more confidant, as he began to run across the frozen pond.

He swung it again and a gust of wind swirled him high up into the air. He floated for a moment only to fall back down to earth and into the trees. He then grabbed hold of a tree branch and pulled himself up to see a kingdom off in the distance.

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(In Arendelle’s town)

The young man walked around the quiet town. He assumed that everyone must’ve been asleep seeing as it was dark outside. Then he heard some people talking behind him. The people he heard were some men dressed in traditional Sami clothing with massive fjord horses dragging heavy ice plows on a sled. The men were talking to each other looking beat.

The young man thought about him not knowing where he was and so he decided to go and ask them.

Walking in their direction he started to ask politely. “Hello.”

The men started to walk past him, not noticing him. The young man looked at the men who just past him, as if he wasn’t even there. He brushed it off and decided to ask another man.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?” he asked. Once again he was ignored but this time the older man walked right through the young man, as if he were a ghost. He staggered back in shock. He was speechless, as if the wind had been knocked out of him. His emotions caused snow to fall. “Hello! Hello!” he kept on saying it over and over in denial that he was no longer normal. But the men continued to pass through him, unaware of his presence. Shaken, the young man turned and flew up into the sky.