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Chapter 3: The Frightening Ice Witch The queen and princess of Arendelle were out on a mission. Well, technically they weren’t out yet, since the kitchen obviously counted as part of the interior of the castle. They were going to leave soon though, right after they packed a few things for their expedition. A few being a rather important part of that sentence, one that Anna doubted her sister had understood. The young redhead watched as her sister opened a bag that was clearly too big for her small shoulders and began to stuff it with an amount of things that were utterly unnecessary in Anna’s opinion. In went three changes of cl

Chapter two: Away from the Queen’s eyes Being Queen was hard work. Elsa had been sitting at her mahogany desk for most of the day, working on one paper or another. They were mostly trivial matters, finances that needed to be verified, food transport licenses that had to be authorized, contracts that she could not postpone the signing off. But Elsa was used to all of this: an aching back, a strained neck, the burning eyes, all due to her never ending workload. Because Elsa had been the rightful regent since the sudden death of her parents, it just so happened that no one knew. (Begin Flashback) “And that is how Arendelle obtaine

Disclaimer: I don’t own “Frozen” or any of its characters…it’s probably for the best. Warnings: This is an Elsanna fiction, as in, a romantic relationship between the two protagonist (Elsa and Anna) will occur. If this hurts your sensibilities, please do not read. Genre: Mostly romance and adventure. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Chapter One: More time The snow had been relentless in its assault over Arendelle. Yet, in this occasion, the nation was overjoyed. Christmas had arrived. Hence, the cold and snowflakes were not the consequences of a frightened and out of control Queen, but the customary

Elsa felt it was due time. There was a clear bottle of red wine sitting at the center of her wooden desk and the queen was certain it had somehow obtained magical powers of its own, acquiring the ability to speak and calling out to her in the softest and sweetest whisper she had yet to hear. It chanted: have me, drink me, savor me… And Elsa was already twenty two years old. Furthermore, she was the queen! How was it possible that having already passed the allotted age limit for drinking (that being twenty one years of age) and being the current queen, she had yet to taste what the adults within her kingdom went crazy over? It was

Elsa’s parents had always thought her an exemplary child, for not only was their eldest daughter beautiful and well-mannered, but she exceeded in academics, was the president of her class, performed fairly well in sports and even did voluntary work around their community. Elsa was the epitome of perfection, or so the boys that approached her father with the desire to date her would say. Luckily for her parents, Elsa had no interest whatsoever in any of those young men, allowing her father the satisfaction of turning them away (sometimes even amusing himself with the bluff of a threat). The beautiful, blue eyed young woman had decided a

The servants of the Royal Palace of Arendelle were worried. It had all started early on Christmas morning when Charles, the senior butler, began his task of opening all windows and doors on the first floor of the castle. The sun was bright and the wind chilly and he was eager to allow it to spread throughout the mansion. He achieved his commitment on most of the building; the only place missing was the grand hall where the Christmas ball was to be held that evening. He quickened his pace, as it was necessary to commence with the preparations at once. Yet, when he reached the entrance to the dance hall he noticed that the huge oak doors had a