I'm going to attempt to write something for Frozen but please don't kill me if it comes out horrible. No matter how hard I tried it just didn't seem to flow like my work with Victorious so just bear with me here. Hopefully it isn't too bad. Enjoy?

Winter seemed to be never ending this time around. The previous years showed slightly longer winters but this year was the worse. The blizzard that rolled in this time continued well into summer and didn't let up. The kingdom of Arendelle was suffering under the harsh cold winds and the piles upon piles of snow that covered everywhere. Everyone was at a loss as to how this could be while the king struggled to keep his people calm and find the source. No one could have suspected that it came from an eight year old little girl. She lived on the outskirts of the kingdom, almost inside the surrounding woods. The old and run down cabin was home to the girl's parents, a couple who had never truly found a place among the townsfolk. They were merely merchants with wares no one really bought which placed them in such a ragged condition.

If there was one thing in their life they truly cherished was their daughter who was born with a gift others would see as a curse. They always knew it had to mean more so they worked hard to teach their frightened daughter that she was perfect the way she was. It was a concept that, unfortunately, wasn't sinking in well, especially the older she became. She brought ice and snow wherever she went, adding more days to winter. They knew it was only a matter of time before they were found out so they made plans to run away, seeking out another place to live far from the long suspicious people of Arendelle. They had to leave as soon as possible but at a time the youngest of them had a better chance of survival, so when their daughter was thirteen, they escaped into the night. It was their misfortune that their attempts at freedom would ultimately fail.

"Leave, take her and go!" her father shouted over the strong winds, pushing his daughter and wife to run through the quickly falling snow to safety. The whiny of horses came to them in the distance, men shouting for them to halt. The guards had finally come for them, and for their only daughter.

"Father!" the young girl shouted through the wind, her fear and worry for him clear in the way it picked up around them. Her mother grabbed her by the arm and practically dragged her farther into the woods and away from danger. She still heard the muffled shouts but nothing more the farther they traveled. It was frigid and hard going, her mother slowing rapidly. The harsh weather did nothing to the creator though so she found herself supporting her mother instead of the other way around.

"Keep going," she urged tiredly.

"But what about father? How could we leave him behind? Mother, I don't understand," the young girl sobbed. Her tears froze on her pale skin. Her mother let out a long-suffering sigh and then yanked her arm away. She fixed a heavy glare on her only child, gathered the last of her strength, and did the only thing she knew would guarantee her safety. She was a burden that would only hamper the girl's survival. She couldn't have that. The only way to make her run, make her leave her mother behind, was to break her already fragile heart.

"I don't know why we even bothered with you," she sneered, her own heart breaking at what she had to say.

"What?" the platinum blonde adolescent gasped.

"Who could ever love a monster like you? Look what you've done! You brought nothing but despair and this horrible winter! Do you think we wanted to keep you? You're a danger to everyone and now we are paying our lives for you!" she continued hatefully. She watched as her daughter's face crumbled in pain, her hands tucked into her body, sad blue eyes looking down on them and seeing nothing but destruction. She was a monster, she did all this.

"Mother…" she sobbed, taking a step toward her but the woman backed away.

"We don't want you anymore! Get out of here and live wild like the beast you are!" she yelled, swiping her hand through the churning snow filled air. The girl let out a cry filled with irreparable heart break, turned, and darted away. She moved fast, the weather unhampering. She left behind the people she thought cared for her, loved her, but she was wrong. They had only pretended this whole time. It was all a ploy. They weren't escaping together they were getting rid of her. She cried out again and ran as fast as she could.

Her mother watched her disappear, happy that she got away, but dying in sorrow for what she had to do to make that possible. At that moment the soldiers caught up with her too. They detained her along with her husband and took them back to be charged with witchcraft. They met their end a day later while the only survivor escaped to the North Mountain where she built a grand palace of ice fit for a princess. It was a home the young girl always wanted and now she had it with the help of the very powers that made her despicable in the eyes of everyone. There she spent her days, away from any contact, mourning the loss of her parents despite what they did. She was all on her own now.

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The young princess sat curled in a chair by the fireplace in the huge library of her castle home. She had just finished another tale that had to do with yet another misunderstood beast. She loved the idea of people and things not being what they seemed. She was also an adventurer, starting all the way back to a younger age when she rode her bike through the halls, talked to portraits, and pretended to ice skate on the polished ball room floor because she wasn't allowed to wander outside due to the increasingly dangerous weather. The cause of such a snow storm interested her. She heard the gossip and she believed it, having heard it since that young age when her imagination went wild. By the time she was ten she knew all there was to know about the legend of the Ice Demon that lurked just beyond the kingdom. It was said that the year winter engulfed every single day after was the same year their highest appointed soldiers returned with two witches.

They were responsible for the creation of the creature that had dark magic strong enough to block out the sun. They were executed and the creature searched for but it was never brought to justice. She dreamed of being the brave hero who found it and did what no soldier could, her older brother's knightly antics brushing off on her at such a young age. Along with her natural charm and propensity to be more than clumsy she adopted a sense of caring and strength. Years passed by her but no matter how much older she became she wasn't allowed out. By fifteen her parents died overseas, risking travel when the weather eased up a little only for it to return and wipe out their ship. Arendelle had been starving, cut off from the other kingdoms, so the trip became a necessity, but both brother and sister wished they had never gone. Now they relied on each other, the princess's brother having to step up as the oldest and next in line for the throne when he became of age.

Three years passed in this way, his leadership as king growing better while she did all she could to help out. Their people loved them both. He longed for someone to take as his queen, the empty castle growing cold and barren, leaving him busy and his sister itching for adventure as always without him to keep her company anymore. It was for that reason she found herself riding in their childhood sled, pulled by their trusty reindeer Sven. They had found him lost as a calf and raised him with the horses. She had grown up with him and adored his half canine half equine personality. She never stayed out late and tried to get back early to keep her brother from worrying. She had taken to sneaking out until she was caught. When he realized he couldn't very well keep an eighteen year old cooped up inside anymore he allowed her out only if she returned before dark. Oddly enough, Sven understood this and always took her home on time whether she liked it or not. Time seemed to be up because he yanked on the reins and began back in the direction of the castle.

"Aw Sven, don't be a stinker. Can't we have just a little more time?" she questioned the animal.

"You know the rules Anna. Kristoff said to be home on time," she supplied his answer in a deeper voice.

"Yeah, I know. But what if I don't get back exactly on time? It won't be that bad," she reasoned.

"But then you won't get chocolate for dessert," she replied for him. He looked back at her with a grunt, punctuating the truth.

"You're so right," she agreed. She made a mental note to stop providing a voice for the reindeer or she would end up like her brother who started doing that in the first place. She sighed and sat back in her seat, her thoughts drifting to the possibility of a run in with the Ice Demon. It hadn't been too bad today which made her wonder if it was dying or weak or maybe even asleep. Her eyes constantly scoured her surroundings every time she went out, hoping to catch a glimpse of it, but knowing she most likely wouldn't. After all, it was a legend for a reason and might not really exist. Maybe something else was causing the eternal snow. She glanced up at the ice palace, said to house the creature. It was sparkling brilliantly in the light of the setting sun. Everyone was forbidden from even going near it but she was too curious. Years of wondering and she couldn't put it off again.

"Maybe a quick peek?" she mumbled to herself. Sven let out a series of groans and grunts, bucking against the reins to keep her on track towards home but she wasn't listening. Her adventurous heart was set on at least stepping on the very bottom step of solid ice. She yanked on the reins but Sven refused.

"No carrots for a month," she snapped, hoping he would give in. When he didn't she dropped the reins and crossed her arms.

"Fine, if you don't take me there I'll walk all by myself," she threatened. He bellowed unfairly but grunted an affirmative then turned to head up to the North Mountain.

"Good boy Sven. Extra carrots when we get home," she thanked him, reaching over to pat him on the rump. He shook his head but carried on. They passed rocks and trees blown over with thick ice, some sharp icicles, then came to a stop at the base of the mountain and Anna got out to look around for a way up. With a little poking around she found an archway, under which a path spiraled up higher. Once she was there her eyes met an intricately modeled staircase that led up to the front doors of the impressive palace.

"Wow," she stated, tilting back enough to get it all in her view. A wide grin lit her face and then she ran up the stairs. Her two left feet occasionally made her trip but eventually she made it up. She hesitantly reached out her mitted hand to brush over the thick, icy door. Designs carved into every piece of ice she set her eyes on. Her hand curled into a fist and she knocked five times using a pattern she often times used on Kristoff's door to announce that she was coming in. The door swung open smoothly, leaving her surprised that it had opened at all. Her hand dropped to her side as she bit her lip. Now she was in a bit of a dilemma. Should she walk in or turn around and leave?

"Well, I am here already…" she reasoned. She took a deep breath and then skittered inside. To her relief the doors stayed open behind her. She took a step, then another, waiting for any movement or sound that would send her right back out, but it was silent. She wandered over to the long staircase and began ascending. It took her behind a clear wall of ice and leveled out to a room with a breathtaking view of the sun shining over the landscape below.

"Whoa," she breathed once more in awe. She jumped and spun around when she heard a scuffle of movement behind her but she didn't see anything. A feeling of dread crept up on her and her gut told her it was time to go. She scurried back down the stairs and out the door, not slowing down until she crashed into Sven the moment she passed under the snowy archway. He had been staring vigilantly where Anna had gone, not being able to follow her but hoping she got back soon. Kristoff would not be happy if they didn't return home on time. At her appearance, he bounded around in relief then nudged her, helping her off the ground.

"Ok, I'm going," she huffed, climbing on the sled. Sven took off and in no time they were heading home. They weren't even close to getting out of the woods when night fell. Anna lit the lantern and held it up so they could see ahead. A glimpse of eyes reflecting back at her made her flinch in fear. Now she was wishing she had listened to her brother. Sven made a frightened sound when the pack of wolves slinked out of the darkness to chase them. Their snarls and howls were loud, piercing the air. They persistently leaped at Sven and the sled. Sven kicked them away and Anna quickly armed herself with the only thing she had, the guitar Kristoff often played when they went out together on the sled. A wolf jumped at her again and she smacked it off with all her might, forcing a yelp from the beast and shattering the instrument in her hand. She tossed it aside, panic curling in her gut.

"Oh no," she whined. Suddenly, Sven bellowed in pain, a wolf having clamped its jaws on his leg. He fell and the sled fishtailed, hitting a tree and sending Anna into the snow. She was too disoriented to get up, but when she did, she was instantly surrounded by the wolves. They tightened their circle around her before the biggest one pounced. She managed to twist out of the way but teeth still tore into her cloak, dragging her back to the ground. It attacked again but was thrown aside by a strong gust of frosty wind that focused only on the animal.

It hit the ground and rolled before getting up in a daze, shaking its coat of any excess snow. Anna gasped, but screamed when all the wolves decided that they weren't going to wait. A shower of icicles cut at an advancing wolf, scaring off another with a near miss. More wind blew through to take another off its feet. The others scattered but the big wolf approached again. It barked sharply, tilted into a gallop, but was thrown further by a wave of snow that lifted from the ground to propel it away from Anna before it could even get close to her. She sat there kneeling in the snow, eyes wide. She had no idea what just happened. All she knew was that her life was spared.

"H-hello?" she questioned the silence. The wind died down ever so slightly but no one answered her back. She was alone. She shakily got to her feet to find Sven. He was yanking at his restraints by the tree they had crashed into.

"Shh, it's ok. We're fine. We just need to hurry home," she whispered to him, petting down his nose to soothe him. When he relaxed she helped him remove the sled from the tree. It was slightly splintered but it held together, the condition still ideal for riding. Sven ran as fast as he could back home and skid to a sliding stop outside the stables where Anna quickly unhitched him from the sled. She ushered him inside the stables where he hid without so much as begging for any carrots, and then she quickly ran inside, the guards posted out front giving her a look that clearly said she was in trouble. She entered and tip toed to her room, sighing when she made it inside, only to see Kristoff leaning against her desk with his arms crossed and a worried yet disappointed expression on his face. Anna knew at that moment that she was in deep, deep, deep, deep…snow.