A/N: Finally, we are here! It took me forever to write this, and it was actually kinda fun to do it. My pride took a beating with the three-shot "A Quote From Sean Carroll," getting no favorites, no follows, no reviews, and less that 350 views. It kinda got me in a funk about it, and I just decided to delete the story that was scarring my portfolio. But hey! Nine follows, five favorites, and two reviews with my teaser and update? Wow! Well, it gave me the fuel to press onward with this story. I'm excited to finish it! And as you are reading it, I am probably going back through and cleaning up the companion piece "Fox News Reports: Reign of the Snow Queen." I do plan on-eventually, may take me awhile-finishing up this trilogy with a modern version of the movie itself, and staying true to its musical essence, as you will soon see. Now, I've never really seen 60 Minutes, so I don't know how well I did at writing it. Let me know if I made any mistakes; I'm not above editing after publication-though I should probably fix that-if there's a problem.


"Kristoff! Hurry up with it!"

Anna's voice called distantly from down the hall. Kristoff could only sigh in affectionate exasperation shout back: "Do you really expect me to be working at a normal pace when you come shrieking into my room, at 1 in the morning?"

"Don't be so dramatic!"

"That's rich, coming from you." Kristoff turned at an open doorway.

Anna rolled her eyes, purposely at the moment he came in the sitting room. "You got the stuff?"

"I do not understand why you would need blankets, pillows, hot chocolate, and snacks to simply watch television."

"Hey!" she protested. "We're going to be sitting here for an hour. We might as well get comfortable."

The large man grumbled, carefully setting the tray of several snack foods and a dozen cups of steaming hot chocolate on the table before the daybed where Anna was seated. "This is ridiculous. Can't we just... watch this when Elsa's up? When it's actually- well, not daytime, but not normally night?"

"No! She's had a hard day, and will have an even harder one tomorrow dealing with those Americans coming from California. They'll be staying here for several days, and she's rushing about, trying to get preparations ready. And everyone's giving her a hard time about it, saying 'Americans, why must we look to them for a film?' Well, I think the Americans are great!" The strawberry blonde eagerly grabbed for the blanket Kristoff delivered to her. He continued arranging the food and snacks and multiple pillows and blankets he had had to collect.

"Speaking of Americans, I don't even know English! How do you expect me to understand a word they say on that show?" He sat down with a huff. Anna gave him a light slap on the shoulder before swaddling up in wool.

"Why do you think I've been trying to teach you?"

Kristoff shot her a dubious look. "Oh, I don't know, perhaps to make me look more educated when those foreign dignitaries arrive, or allow me to converse with others in such a setting, alongside you?"

"You think too much," Anna mumbled, sticking a piece of food into her mouth, eyes glued to the television screen.

"Why does Elsa even have American television? Does she watch their shows?"

"All she does is watch the news. Because the government has no control over their broadcasting and press," she explained, "she can trust that no issue is being censored in their favor. At least, that's how she put it. Honestly, I just think it's her favorite past time, seeing the world from the safety of her room. Oh, and she said she likes learning from their 'American mistakes.'"

"Interesting way of putting it."

"Half the eastern world watches western programming, you know." Anna fixed him with a mater-of-fact stare, before he nodded to please her. She turned back to the television just in time to let out a squeal. "Oh! It's starting! Olaf, stop messing with whatever you're doing over there and get over here!" Anna threw that over her shoulder, behind the daybed. The snowman came tottling out from behind, chuckling softly. He then proceeded to sit right underneath the glowing television, staring up in open-eyed wonder.

Kristoff glanced at the television screen, and watched as a man appeared in a black environment, with an image of a stopwatch inside a box with something written in English on it.

"I have subtitles on, if you need it. Set to Norwegian, though."

"Thanks," said Kristoff dryly.

The man began speaking. Kristoff followed the yellow text on the screen, trying not to listen to the English words.

"I'm Steve Kroft, and in this 60 minutes special, we are going to dive into the events that shocked the world 7 months ago, and changed it forever. The place is Arendelle, a small northern kingdom in Europe, an ancient land still in the holds of full-on monarchy, with a strong Scandinavian heritage. Small and quiet, no one really paid any attention to it when there was the news of the coronation of their princess. But somehow, she managed to get all of our attention by displaying to the world just what she could do.

"Nearly four years ago, Arendelle lost its King and Queen to an awful storm whilst flying to Germany on some unknown and extremely urgent matter. They left behind their daughters, the two princesses; 15 year old Anna, and 18 year old Elsa. Three years later, Princess Elsa was 21 and of age, ready to be coroneted as the official Queen of Arendelle. This was done so successfully, and without incident. But it was what happened at the ball that led to the events that changed life as we knew it. Because we wanted to get the full story, I myself had the pleasure of sitting down with Queen Elsa in her castle, along with getting to converse with her sister, Princess Anna, a young man named Kristoff Bjorgman, and the charismatic Olaf, who I think you will be quite surprised to meet."

Olaf laughed. "That's me!" He was seated on the floor, on the wood, beneath the television. He was staring up at it in awe. A snowman watching television. His life was so bizarre.

"Yeah, Olaf, that would be you."

"Quiet!" exclaimed Anna, throwing a hand in Kristoff's face.

On the screen, Kroft was walking through the halls to Elsa's study. A voiceover began.

"Queen Elsa has ascended to become sovereign of her small kingdom. Seemingly such a young age would be unwise, but due to the life she was thrown into, she has matured far beyond her years. She's spent 13 years, alone, with minimal contact to people. And as you are about to see, she's got quite the story to tell."

The man finally entered her study, after what seemed like forever and is not the true amount of time it takes to get to Elsa's study-Kristoff noted, dryly-and shook hands with Elsa, who was standing ready to greet him. She was draped in her ice gown, looking as beautiful and deadly as her powers.

He sat down opposite of her. "Thank you, Queen Elsa, for having us."

Her accent sounded strange and foreign next to his. "My pleasure, Mr. Kroft."

"Now, why don't we start with your powers themselves? What exactly is it that you can do?"

Elsa smiled, but not in a warm and familiar way, but in a cold, distant, and haughty way. "I have the magic to control ice and snow. I was born with them, and I've known it my entire life."

"Could you show us? The… magic?"

Now she let out a warm-contrasting her previous impression-laugh. "When we were little, Anna used to ask that all the time. 'Do the magic, do the magic!'" She let out another chuckle, one that was not meant for Steve or any person watching to hear, but for Elsa alone. Kristoff almost fidgeted, feeling as if he were invading privacy. But Elsa leaned forward, and moved her hands in circular movements, and a small blue ball formed in her hands.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Steve nodded, already amazed. Elsa sent the ball flying up. It burst in mid-air, casting snowflakes all over the study.

"That's amazing. And you've been able to do that your entire life?"

"For as long as I can remember."

"Now, considering what you said earlier, about your sister asking you all the time, I was under the impression she didn't know until everyone else found out?"

Elsa nodded, a pained look in her eyes. "She did, once, long ago. It's a painful memory, one that serves as a reminder. For five years of my life, I was a big sister, and perhaps the happiest sibling in the world. We were best friends, Anna and I, getting into the greatest of messes, playing tricks, and we were the other's sole playmate. It was just us, in this big old castle. We shared everything. A room, toys, sometimes even a bed, whenever Anna had nightmares, or when we just felt like being close. It was the best time of my life. I didn't fear, because my powers were fun. They made Anna laugh, and they were nice to use, against those nasty tutors and to play in the snow when there was no winter. I saw nothing wrong with them. But as I got older, they got more and more powerful. I could do bigger tricks with them, make the snow last longer, and my snowflakes grew more elaborate. I wasn't worried. But my parents were.

"One night, when I was trying to sleep, Anna was wide awake, wanting to play. She claimed 'The sky is awake, so I'm awake,' and demanded I play with her while lying on top of me, a common antic of hers. I told her no, but she said the one thing that would always get me up."

"And that was?"

"And still is; she asked me if I wanted to build a snowman. That was our little phrase, one we used to play with all the time. So we ran towards the ball room, giggling like the little girls we were, and I made our own little winter inside the ballroom. We played in there for the longest time, skating around, and we built our snowman. We named him Olaf, just as we normally did. I don't know how long we played, but we were having loads of fun. Before I knew it, she was jumping from pile to pile of snow, as I made each new one, climbing higher and higher. But she was going too fast, and I slipped as she jumped too early. In a desperate attempt to stop her from falling, I sent a blast, or whatever it is one would call what I do, and it hit her head. I remember it, as it was the scariest thing a little 8 year old could see, with absolute clarity. She tumbled down, eyes closed, hitting a snow bank. Her body was like a rag doll, and she sort of rolled over a little bit before settling into that limp position. I ran to her, and when I tried to get her to 'wake up', I got no response. I was scared, more scared then you could ever know. I called for my mother and father, and what they were doing up at that hour, and fully dressed in their formal clothing, I had and still have no idea, but they came bursting in. To my mother, Anna was as cold as ice. My father claimed he knew where we needed to go, and we took off on horseback from the castle. In all the excitement and fear for my sister, I was losing control of my powers. Ice trailed behind me as we galloped into the wilds.

"Before long, we found ourselves in what we call the Valley of the Living Rock."

"The Valley of the Living Rock?"

"It's where the trolls live."

"Trolls. As in… the creatures?"

"Yes. They are real. The oldest pushed his way through, and was able to save Anna, but he had to remove any knowledge of my powers. He changed all her memories so that it seemed as if it was just ordinary snow, and anything that might have been me was changed to something more logical. I was upset to say the least, losing something that I shared with Anna, but it was the best way to save her. But that wasn't all he did. The elder troll warned me-us-that though my powers are beautiful, they hold danger. Fear would be my worst enemy, should people discover me and fear what I have. This caused my father to take drastic measures. I would learn to control it. We would reduce the number of staff, and close the gates, and keep me separated from everyone, until I could learn to control my powers. And as the troll warned, my powers only grew as time wore on. They became less controllable, and soon I was wearing gloves all the time, to help keep it in. I adopted the mantra, 'conceal it, don't feel it, don't let it show.' But I couldn't. If I took my gloves off for an instant, things I touched would start to cover in ice. Too much emotion, and my cool shell would break open and my powers would run wild again. I feared my entire life, locking myself up for 13 years. And I would not wish it upon anyone to undergo the torture I did. Nothing could possibly be worse than what happened to me."

"Nothing? There are a lot of people in bad situations all over the world."

"Is that a way to sensitize when people are kidnapped, killed, and even worse? Yes. I would trade my 13 years for any of that, no matter how scandalous the statement may seem to you. Because what made it so torturous was not that I was being held captive by others, but by myself. Every day, I was faced with the fear of 'would today be the day,' a primal fear, one a prey animal would have. And what made it worse was my sister. She would come, every day, for many years, and knock, asking me to play, wanting to see me. She would pull drastic measures, trying to get in my room, from sneaking, to faking injury or danger, to actual danger, and she even once tried to crash through my window. But knowing I was keeping myself from my best friend, spending years with the torment of the temptation of going to play with my sister, was more than I could possibly take now. I was hopelessly alone. I wouldn't touch anyone, or allow myself to be touched. They were right there, so tantalizingly close, just right within reach. But the fear kept me frozen. My fear. Nothing else but that fear. No lock, no chains, no cell. Me. A 13 year exile inside my own palace, feet away from my sister, my parents, servants, of my own doing, paralyzed with the fear. There is no punishment worse than that."

"You make a valid point, but I think some people might disagree with you."

"If they want to, then they could try that. Tell me, what would you rather have? Sometimes, the physical wounds do not drive as deep as the mental, and emotional ones. Bodily pain leaves skin-deep wounds, but trauma of your soul stains you, ruins you, not just your appearance, almost indefinitely. I let fear lash me, hundreds of times, and the wounds it struck are only just now starting to mend, thanks to my sister, and the love of my people. And they will never completely heal. 13 years a prisoner, in my own room, with myself as my own captor, only twisted with fear."

"I… I don't quite know what to say to that."

"No one really knew that. I'm glad that I could get that all out. I expect that once my sister comes and sees this, she will come pester me nonstop." She lets out a little giggle.

Anna gasped. "You bet I am!" she shouted.

"Whoa now, let's just finish this." Kristoff grabbed her as her thrashing threatened to spill her onto the floor, and pulled her back to safety.

"The revelation as to Elsa's childhood was interesting," spoke the voiceover, switching to different shots of the castle, "but not nearly as much as young Princess Anna. When I began the interview with her, I immediately saw she was a fun-loving, kind-hearted, and jumpy girl; the complete opposite of her sister."

"So, what is it like, having the Snow Queen for a sister?" Kroft asked the question, and it cut to an image of a smiling Anna.

Anna squealed, pointing. "It's me."

"Yeah, Anna, it's you."

"Well, it's fun. And strange. And plain crazy at times. I mean, what isn't crazy about having a sister with ice powers? But I don't really care. I mean, she's my sister, you know? And my best friend. You just… roll with it! Yeah."

Anna looked at Kristoff, face bright, nodding to him. The blond man just signed, rolling his eyes.

"Roll with it, huh? Well, how was the rolling with it back when you were a child? 13 years of silence must have been hard."

"Oh, it was," answered Anna, completely sincere. "One day, she just stopped playing with me. She wouldn't answer my pleas to go and build a snowman, my funny invitations to this and that, or any kind of attempt to get to her. When you're little, you wonder what you could have done to cause the person you love most in your life to just shut you out. We spent almost every minute together, awake or not, and then suddenly, I was alone. And man, did I get bored! After a few years, my boredom drove me to talking to the pictures on the wall, and once, oh, I remember that, I sat up against a grandfather clock in another one of the many rooms in this castle, and I just sat there for a few hours, going," she began clicking with her tongue. Kristoff let out an affectionate groan, then looked at Anna. Her face was a bit concentrated.

"Anna, don't tell me you told them every little childish thing you did over the years?"

"Um… I feel no need to answer that."

"The princess told me of dozens of elaborate tricks and attempts to get to her sister, and the different stages of her childhood."

"I was five when all this, 'shut the gates,' and 'no people' thing happened. I mean, I didn't know what was going on. How was I supposed to know? So, I just kept asking her to come out, at first. That was my bored period. It wasn't long before I realized I would have to try harder to get Elsa to come out. So, next thing I know, I was trying coaxing. Those early days consisted of me sitting outside her door, offering her treats, and toys. Several months later, I tried bribery, usually with an exuberant gift, or even once, I camped outside her door, having a tea party. Sometimes, I would slip invitations to balls, or parties, or festivals under her door. Of course, I never got a good response, though over the years, I made a collection of papers and items she made for me I called 'The Elsa Collection.' I know, so creative!

"It was a while before I figured bribery wasn't working, so I slipped into guilt-tripping. I would sit outside her room, and complain, and try and make her feel bad. But that was a quick phase, and then I started to act as if I were in danger. Almost got a response that first time… got in trouble too.

"So as I approached the age of 8, I realized I needed to take a completely new direction in order to get her out. So I tried sneaking in. One servant girl, related to one of the older maids that retired, was brought in, probably the only one ever brought in, fresh and new. She and I became friends, and she agreed to help me sneak in. So one time, she asked for her laundry, and as she opened the door, I ran out from under her skirt!" Anna, inside the television, laughed. Beside Kristoff, the real Anna snickered.

"Oh, I remember that. That was funny."

"What do you mean, you remember that?" asked the large blond. "You just met with this guy, like four months ago, and told him this story!"

"Shh!"

"Did the servant girl get in trouble?"

"I don't really remember. But for a while, I got discouraged. All I would do was knock, no tricks, for several months. But it was around that time I became quite the stinker. I would scare, and mess with the servants, and get into all sorts of stuff I shouldn't. You ask any of them. They'll remember. Ask about the chocolate-fueled incident of '06."

"When did you start your tricks back up?"

"Not quite sure, but I do remember that it started with me trying to be diplomatic, and all. I had a banner, and a royal missive, and I presented it to her, and when she refused to respond, I declared war on her. I got a bunch of toys and a wooden spoon and started hacking," on-screen Anna made a hitting motion with her hands for emphasis, "at the door. Then I went and got a helmet from one of the decorative armor suits, a broom, and a bike, and tied a gauntlet to the tip of the broom handle. I had myself a nice battering ram! So, I charged at the door. But… I missed. And went down the stairs. Yeah, that was not fun. I spent weeks in boredom as my broken arm healed, and instead continued to try and be diplomatic, dragging away poor servants to act as heralds and messengers.

"When I turned twelve, I discovered the joys of books! So, I read a whole bunch of adventure stories, and decided to try and be adventurous- and break into her room! In one of my favorites, 'The Tales of Flynnigan Rider', the hero once crashed into a castle window to rescue a kidnapped princess. So, with some rope, I decided to break into her room! I tied the rope, and repelled down, and sent myself crashing into the window. I had imagined it would break. Well… it didn't. I mean, there was cracking, but it didn't give way, which makes absolutely no sense, considering I weighed around 70 pounds at the time. But I was left dangling there for an hour, before some guards came and got me down. I learned that day that not even a princess is above a good and stern spanking."

The camera shows the interviewer looking quite amused. Kristoff cast a glance at Anna. "Did you really try that?"

"Yep." She grinned at him.

"But it turned out well. I saw Elsa. Well, at least, a blur from outside-the window was all frosted up, which was weird, as I think it was the beginning of springtime-as she ran to get help.

"I went low-key for a little while after that. Just kept asking, to be honest. But when I was thirteen, enough was enough! I stormed up to the door and commanded her to open the door. And she teased me about how I tried to already break down the door. We spent several days after that trading nasty papers to each other. Well, mine were. She just retaliated. But soon, it just went back to knocking.

"Fourteen, and I was close to giving up. I would just tell her all about my day. Once, I got a response. I was telling her about the ballroom dancing lessons I was getting, and we were laughing at how bad we were at being graceful. Almost got her out of that room that day. It was awesome."

The black screen came back up, with Kroft looking at them. In the background was… he wasn't quite sure what to describe it as, but it looked like a newspaper. "At the ages of fifteen and eighteen, this dynamic duo lost their parents in a storm over the North Sea, while heading to Germany. When the royalty failed to show up hours after they were supposed to, they alerted Arendelle officials. It wasn't long before they realized the plane had disappeared, and after weeks of searching, they were declared dead."

Kroft's face changed from relaxed to serious. "Now, your parents' accident- how did that work out for your family?"

"It was… awful. Elsa never came out, not for the funeral, not for anything. I went to her door, and asked her to come out. You must realize, I love my sister more than anything. And she was completely alone now. I knew my parents were the only people that Elsa allowed to see her. And I was alone, too. She still refused to come out. That's painful, when the only person you really have left in the world… refuses to open up that door. Sure the servants were nice to me, but they weren't really my friends. Elsa… she may have been trying to protect me, but I never knew that."

"That's awful."

"Yeah." Anna looked at her hands, folded in her laps, and the screen switched to Elsa.

"The Snow Queen proved to reciprocate these feelings."

"I lost her. She came to my door, pleading me, to let her in. I can remember her exact words. They were so beautiful, she was singing them. 'Elsa, I know you're in there. People have been asking where you've been. They speak of courage, and I'm trying to, just let me in. We only have each other, it's just you and me, what are we going to do? Do you wanna build a snowman?'"

Kristoff glanced at the girl he loved, and pulled her into his arms. She was gazing sadly at the screen. "I didn't say 'speak of courage.'"

"What?" he asked.

"I said, 'They say, have courage.'"

"Oh."

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't open the door. I was practically frozen. We were sitting back to back, with a solid three inches between us, but it felt like a million miles. I was mourning not only for my parents, but for myself. For Anna. They left us alone. When I grieve, I don't lose it. I don't become furious, or sob up a storm. No. I break inside. I'm stunned. I can't take it. It all come crashing down, and that storm that is inside me," Elsa curled her hands, and her knuckles touched her upper abdomen, "stops. It freezes.

"She was right out there, and instead of seeking me for something, she was offering to help. But I couldn't. I just couldn't."

"Life for these two was a limbo period of thirteen years, but it was fast coming to a close. A few months after her 21st birthday, Arendelle's castle gates were open for the first time in over a decade. And Princess Anna was so excited, she broke out into song!"

The interviewer smiled, his voice almost breaking with laughter. "People say that you went and had your own little musical number, because you were so excited?"

"I did, actually. I was just so happy! Prancing around the castle, I was just going on and on about how for the first time in forever, the gates would open up, and how all my dreams would come true! Which they may or may not have actually happened in the way I thought, and not specifically on that one day, but perhaps, you know, over the period of-how many days was that? Three or four? Well, over that, I guess I did get everything I really wanted."

"Queen Elsa was less than excited." They showed Kroft's face for emphasis, contrasted against the dark background.

"Anna was prancing around the castle, singing about the fairy tale ending she'd get out of this. But as for me? I was afraid. My mantra went through my head, over and over. 'Don't let them in, don't let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, put on a show, make one wrong move and everyone will know.' The agony of having to wait till the day was over was enough on its own to make any princess nervous, let alone the fact that any emotional spike could result in a great reveal, but I was comforted by the fact that it would only be one day. If only I could make it through, I could resume my hermitage, and focus on work. Let my sister find love, and have her child be my heir. Of course, part of that is still the plan."

"Do you not plan on having a family of your own?"

"I don't think there is a man in the world that could match me. No time for romance in my life. I have too much to do, and no more room in my heart for anyone but the people I already have. Olaf is the only child of my own I will ever need."

Anna let out a squeak. "She did not just go there!"

"Anna. Calm down."

"Well, we'll see about that. You will have your Prince Charming, Elsa!" She threw her arm, her index finger extended in an accusing jab.

Kristoff practically made his forehead red. "Anna. You're yelling at a television."

"This would just be business as normal, really. The coronation happened, and that worked out well, though frost did collect on the scepter and orb I was holding. But I got my gloves back on in time, and I was finally, officially, queen. The ball was necessary. If it hadn't, it would never have happened, and believe me, I did not want it happening. But it was customary." Elsa nodded to the camera.

"At the ball, she was announced, and she and her sister were brought up for all to see."

"I was a bit surprised at first," said Anna, "that I was brought up to stand next to my sister. I'm princess, she's queen, so… why? When she said hi to me, I was a little shocked. I mean, we hadn't really talked in years! So I get a greeting, and I say something intelligent, like, 'Hi, hi me?' And then we talked. It was instant. It was like we had been spending time together for years. Suddenly, we were just laughing alongside each other, and teasing, like nothing. The Duke of Weselton came up, asking Elsa for a dance, and she threw me out there instead!" Anna laughed. "She thought it was so funny I had to dance with him. Well, I'll let you know… it was kinda funny. It was just so easy, being together. Like nothing ever really happened. It was a taste as to what life should have been. And I loved it. But as I made a point that I loved it, this taste of royal life, Elsa suddenly became her frosty-self again-excuse the pun, please-and drew back. I was denied, again. Sad. I was sad. Real sad. So I decided to leave before I broke down. But, of course, something went wrong. Someone bumped into me, causing me to fall. But I was caught! By Prince Hans."

The interviewer's face smiled, between understanding and almost-ridicule. Kristioff grumbled.

"Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles? Please, tell us about him, as you met him earlier on in those events."

"Well, he first met me by running into me. Yeah, I know. I was running alongside the pier-which was quickly abandoned, as the castle gates were opened-and suddenly something big and heavy ran into me. I fell into a dinghy. Turns out, Prince Hans is a big fan of horses, as that's what he hit me with. I was lucky I didn't get hurt. So, after some awkward opening conversation and painfully embarrassing falls, we finally managed to get up, and speak to each other. I mean, honestly, I just got ran over by a prince, and a good-looking one at that. It's kind of a girl's dream, and how some romances start out in books. So, I was a little… oh, what's the word? I'll come back to that later. But I had to run off-the bells were ringing-for Elsa's coronation. He seemed so nice, and sweet. And as embarrassing as it is to admit, I was star struck! Wait! That's the word, or words! Ok." Anna smiled.

"And at the ball?"

"His opening line was 'Glad I caught you'. Dreamy, right? He just pulled me into a waltz. For the rest of the evening we just spent time talking together. And he didn't mind all my little quirks, which is a blessing, if you ask me. I think I whacked him once in the face. He was fine with it! So we just spent time together. Eventually, we were out on a terrace, having left the ball, and were just talking about our families. I told him about how Elsa shut me out, and he took my hand and said 'I would never shut you out.' So then we went and kind of started having fun all around the castle and city, having our own little," Anna cut off, blushing. "Well, if I say it now, it's kind of weird."

"Oh, Princess Anna, it can't be so bad."

"Well… you have to understand, I'm a socially deprived goofball and a die-hard romantic."

"And?"

"We sang a love song?"

"You seem to really enjoy music."

"Well, you can't blame me. I talked to the pictures in the royal gallery because I had no one else to do so with."

The interviewer chuckled, and continued. "Well, after your little number, what happened?"

"He proposed to me. I felt like it was love. I really did. So I agreed. He knew what it was like, to be shut out by your older sibling-ings. And he was so nice, everything I ever dreamed of having in a prince. He was the fairy tale happy ending I was looking for, to spend the rest of my life with a prince, instead of being stuck inside that awful castle, alone. He was my chance to escape my sister's lonely world, I suppose."

"Would you say you accepted so readily because it was a way out? Not love?"

"No! Not in the least! Or most, or… well, you know what I mean. He was a dashing prince, who I had fallen for. I said yes, because I suppose I loved him. Wait, no, that's not how Elsa put it. Hang on… hmm… oh yeah! I was more infatuated with him, than in love."

On-screen Anna let out a crooked half-smile, almost apologetic.

"Infatuation, Anna?" Kristoff's eyes darted to the blushing girl nestled in a blanket.

"Oh, be quiet, Kristoff."

"Infatuation. So, after you accepted, you and he went to seek out your sister, to ask her for the blessing. I belieq`ve she did not take that kindly."

"Oh, no, she did not. She was at first real stunned, and wasn't really making sense of it all. So she eventually cut through all of our babbling, and said no one was getting married. She tried to get me to talk to her in private, but I wouldn't allow it, and she went Queen-mode; totally just shutting us down! But I pushed her too far. You all know where that led."

"And did it lead somewhere. 12 videos, all of which downloaded almost instantly to YouTube, were taken of the following incident- one that will forever be remembered in our world."

Kristoff watched, eyes wide, as an image of Hans and Anna watched Elsa walking away, inside the ballroom, completely filled with people.

"This clip was taken by some Norwegian lords, who had been watching the queen, waiting for a chance to ask her to dance, when they saw the argument begin to take place. They thought that from the looks on their faces, that something was about to happen. It begins with the Snow Queen turning to some conveniently placed guard."

The interviewer stopped talking, allowing the video to run its course. Elsa and Anna, speaking in English for all to hear. At the bottom of the screen, words were placed to help understanding, but it was written in English, despite the fact the girls were already speaking it. Thank goodness for the Norwegian Bokmål subtitles.

"The party is over, close the gates." Elsa was walking past a guard, who nodded and started to walk away.

"What?" Anna was looking after her sister, and then ran to catch up with her, grabbing for her hand. "Elsa, no, no, wait!"

Elsa turned around; gasping at the fact she had lost her glove. "Hey! Give me my glove!" She swatted for it, but Anna pulled it from her reach, and clutched it to her chest.

"Elsa, please, please, I can't live like this anymore!"

The room started to turn their attention to the pair. The lords behind the camera chuckled, and muttered "Ha, se på ansiktene deres."

"Oh yeah, dette blir bra."

They hadn't bothered to translate it. But Kristoff knew what they said, and he rolled his eyes.

The next thing Elsa said was too quiet to be heard, and she turned away, clutching her bare, right hand to her chest. Anna called after her as she walked to the doors.

"What did I ever do to you?"

"Enough, Anna."

"No, why? Why do you shut me out? Wh-why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of?!"

"I said, enough!"

With that, Elsa whirled around, casting her hand about, and a whirl of blue came from it. A collective gasp gathered in the ballroom, as people lurched back. The Norwegian lords exclaimed inharsh whispers, "Jøss!" and "Hva f-?" though, that last word was bleeped out. Why, Kristoff had no idea, considering he didn't think Americans really knew Norwegian.

Anna, and a small man with a mouse-like face had to jump back to avoid the growing icicles. Kristoff breathed out. He had never seen this video before.

Silence descended, and the man had enough wit about him to zoom in on Elsa's face. A mumbling in the background, in plain English, "Sorcery. I knew there was something dubious going on here."

Elsa's face was full of fear, primal fear, like he had seen in the animals he had to bring down, to feed himself, solely located in the eyes. Though, her mouth was in an open frown, which was distinctly human.

The video faded to the man in the black screen. "The new queen fled from the ball room, out into the courtyard, where unfortunately, yet another experience awaited her."

The sound of ticking, and the stopwatch filled the screen, and it faded away to begin the commercials.