Frost Prologue 0

Frost and all it’s chapters are a fanfic (It’s not hard to guess of what.) This is the prologue to the story. I am not a writer, in-fact I definitely consider myself to be more of a reader than a writer. This part of the story has no sex, SO YOU CAN SKIP IT. But if you are someone, like me, who can’t get emotional without at least a bit of backstory and character development, then recommend reading this part. Each chapter of the story will be told from different character points of view.

I will do my best to properly tag the story by chapter. But before you get invested, I want to warn you that this is a DARK story with dark themes. I will probably take a break from telling it every so often because it’s stressful for me to continuously write something that’s this dark. You’ve been warned.

ANNA

It was a bigger castle than her home castle in Genovia Anna realized. She had been traveling with her royal guard for three days to get to Arendelle and It was also darker and colder. She’d been here once before two years past for Queen Iduna’s Winter Solstice ball. Then, it had been full of candles, and fresh smelling pine wreaths, red ribbons, and gold paper; a fairy land set in the glittering white snow. But even now in late April there was still snow on the ground and it was bitterly cold. The small girl felt a lump in her throat,

“You get used to the chill.” King Agnarr said gently, placing a warm hand on her shoulder and crouching down to her height. “And it does get warmer.” His words were meant to be kind and reassuring, but Anna only felt the tears picking the back of her eyes. She didn’t want to get used to it. She wanted to go home.

“If my mom comes for me. Can I go home?” Anna asked, looking up at the royal guard that had escorted her from Genovia to Arendelle. The King looked taken aback and stared up at the Queen who wore the same baffled expression.

“Your majesty, she does know that they… have passed.” The guard began carefully. “She asks many theoretical questions like this.” He assured them.

The King nodded slowly taking that in and then replied “My son likes to question things too. You will like him I think. He is only three years older than you little one.”

Anna looked around for any signs that other kids lived here, but didn’t fail to notice he hadn’t answered her question. “Does he like to play?”

The King smiled and it made his gold bearded face look beautiful and merry. “He does. Especially when he should be doing lessons.”

Anna felt herself smile despite her previous vow that she wouldn’t. “I like lessons. I started them this year.” She said, “I can help him study if you like.” She offered, thinking she might as well if she was going to be living there for a while. “But just until I go home.” She added quickly.

That night as she was shown to the dining hall and sat beside a boy with frosted blond hair and sharp cerulean eyes. His brows were dark and heavy like the kings and his lips were arched in a natural frown giving nothing away, like the queens. He looked like a snow prince Anna thought. He was older than her by at least two years, but still young enough to still play games she was happy to observe. The king and queen sat across from them instead of the head of the table, and Anna hoped this is how they sat on a regular basis when no one was around.