Writing drabbles for Frozen wasn't satisfying my obsession enough, so now I've taken it a step further in an attempt to write an AU multi-chaptered story. And with Elsanna!

So please, read, review, follow, whatever. I am really excited about this idea and hope after reading, you become excited too. Bye!


Chapter I

Elsa found it increasingly difficult to listen to lecture that day. It wasn't as though she found the class she was in boring—her criminal profiling class was actually one of her favorites. Elsa found herself distracted that day because of the weather outside. Winter was quickly melting into spring, but the cold weather proved it wasn't going without a fight as was evidenced by the darkening clouds and increasing chill in the air. Elsa loved winter, however. While others complained of the cold, of the snow, of the freezing conditions, Elsa basked in it. She attributed her love of the season to her childhood—or lack thereof. As a child she had been born into a wealthy family, but her happiness and all the warmth and love in her life vanished on the eve of her seventh birthday when her parents were shot to death on their way home from work.

Elsa found her grip on her pencil tightening as she recalled her late parents. After their death, Elsa had become a ward of the state. She had isolated herself from others in the orphanage, choosing to keep to herself instead. Because of her cold personality, she had gained the title "Ice Queen" as courtesy of the older kids in the home. As far as Elsa could remember, that was when her fascination with winter began. Her childhood never brightened after the death of her parents, trapping her in an eternal winter she was only able to break out of when she turned eighteen. Now twenty-one, Elsa was able to connect all the dots in a way which made sense. Sure, she had a rough childhood, and people may find it bizarre that her favorite season was the one where everything is dead, but Elsa was able to look past the bad and find the good in the season—as she was now able to find the good in her childhood.

Upon turning eighteen, Elsa had applied to a community college and, with the financial help of the orphanage's director, Mr Oaken, had been accepted. While she had isolated herself from the children in the home, she was always very open with Oaken. He was just a big teddy bear and Elsa loved him to death. Oaken had taken a liking to Elsa upon her arrival and had always held a soft spot in his heart for her ever since. He helped set her up in her own apartment and even though Elsa had tried to coax him to let her work to buy her own place, he wouldn't have any of it. He even told her to not hesitate to come to him again in the future and, for that, Elsa was incredibly grateful.

Ever since leaving the home, things had been going quite well. She claimed a major in criminal justice—having been engulfed in it at an early age—and a minor in psychology. She found she no longer held a grudge against the drug addict who had shot her parents; now she simply wished to help people like him from taking away any other child's parents.

She did well in school and, although she was still working on opening up to people and making acquaintances, had a few friends. She even had a part-time job.

The shake of her shoulder jolted her from her thoughts and she looked up in time to see a blond male tug on her braid playfully.

"Wake-y, wake-y," he cooed. "Lecture's over."

"Already?" Elsa questioned, turning to find their professor packing his things.

"That tends to happen when you zone out for thirty minutes," the boy replied.

The male, Kristoff, was Elsa's closest friend. Despite him having a life completely opposite of Elsa's—what with his large family having raised him since birth and sheltering him from the horrors of the world—she found herself connecting with him on such a deep level, she felt like she had known him her entire life. Maybe that old adage was really true: opposites attract.

Not that they attracted like that. They were best friends and, after attempting to date, had determined their relationship was better off that way.

"Did I miss anything critical?" Elsa asked him after gathering her own belongings.

"Just the fact that we have a hundred-question exam Friday that's worth two-thirds of our grade."

Kristoff had tried his best to sound as serious as possible, but at the look of absolute fear etched on Elsa's face, he broke into uncontrollable laughter.

"I'm kidding," he said between laughs.

Elsa gave him a shove before stalking out of the classroom. Kristoff regained his composure before catching up to her, a goofy grin still present on his face.

"In all seriousness though," he started, "what were you thinking about back there? You looked completely lost in thought."

Elsa just shrugged. "My past. The weather tends to bring it up."

Kristoff smiled sympathetically at his friend, knowing well of the trials of Elsa's childhood.

"You should just be proud of how far you've come," he supplied. "I mean, you're attending one of the best universities in the state and you're in the top of your class! A lot of kids from state homes who don't get adopted end up on the street, even in jail in certain cases; you'd never be able to tell the secrets of your past."

Elsa smiled appreciatively at the boy. "Thanks, Kristoff. I still can't believe I was able to transfer here. I really thought my lack of credits from the community college would throw a wrench in my plans."

Kristoff just grinned and tugged on Elsa's braid again. "Nothing our Elsa couldn't brave."

Elsa's smile only grew as they entered the student lounge. She was grateful she had Kristoff, she really was.

"You wanna grab a bite to eat, or do you have work?"

Elsa thought to remember what day it was. Wednesday; that meant she didn't have work. Well, not until nighttime.

"I'm free," she said. "My shift doesn't start until seven."

Kristoff beamed. "Great! I'm starved!"

Elsa giggled. "You always are, Kristoff."


By the time Elsa left campus that afternoon, a light snow had started, much to Elsa's amusement. At least she would have something to look at if work ended up being slow. She drove the five minutes to her apartment in order to drop her books off and change before work. Her job wasn't anything lavish, or one which brought in large amounts of money, but hey, it got her by. As Elsa walked into her one-bedroom apartment, she discarded her backpack on the kitchen table before entering her bedroom. Finding her work clothes still on the floor from last night's late shift, Elsa threw her uniform on, green visor and all. Picking up her Starbucks nametag, Elsa left her room as quickly as she entered. Stopping only at the fridge to grab a box of chocolate milk, she walked back out to her car.

Kristoff didn't really approve of where Elsa worked. The Starbucks was downtown and the fact that she usually worked night shifts left him in an even greater state of unease. Elsa had never been unsettled by the downtown area and again contributed it to her childhood. The orphanage was on the outskirts of the downtown area, so Elsa had spent a lot of her childhood wandering the streets during the day. She tried to tell Kristoff the city wasn't dangerous—the majority of crime they did have was caused by a single gang—but he wouldn't have any of it. Elsa had at first appreciated his concern, but when he began texting her every night after he knew she was off to make sure she made it home safely, her appreciation began to wean. He was so overprotective. She didn't know if he was like that with all his friends or just her.

"Good evening, Elsa," the store manager, Kai, greeted her as she walked in.

"'Evening, Kai," she responded warmly before walking into the back to clock in.

Work did end up being kind of slow that night. Elsa however had no qualms and chose to spend all her down time gazing out the drive-thru window at the snow. Only when she felt Kai staring at her back did she turn around, smile sheepishly and move to do some actual work.

Wednesday was her short shift and Elsa found herself clocking out just three hours later at ten o' clock. Throwing her hat and name tag into her car, she decided on a whim to venture down the block to the convenience store and grab something frozen for dinner. She had realized at work that all that was at her place were the necessities for a sandwich and right now that didn't sound appealing to Elsa.

She was about to turn the corner to the store when she heard a gunshot. Elsa froze where she stood, memories of her parents flying back to her. That gunshot had been close by. Perhaps the convenience store was being robbed? Mustering some dormant courage, Elsa moved to turn the corner when something collided with her, sending her to the ground.

"The fuck?" her assailant let out, apparently as shocked as Elsa.

The blonde looked up only to be met with the barrel of a gun and panic rocketed through her. She was dead.

Trying to pull her attention away from certain death, Elsa tried to take in the person holding the gun. In case she actually lived through this, she could maybe turn the person in.

The robber—at least Elsa assumed they were playing a part in whatever was going on—was, to Elsa's surprise, merely a young girl; younger than herself. She was dressed in the typical all-black outfit, a zip hoodie and baggy jeans to be specific, and a black beanie was atop her head. Elsa couldn't help but notice the girl had fiery red hair underneath that hat, as two long braids fell from it, probably in her attempt at a getaway. The girl's face was also speckled with freckles. She really didn't look the part of a robber; she looked so innocent, so young, and so pure.

The next thing Elsa took in was her eyes. If Elsa hadn't been at gunpoint at that point in time, she would have perhaps noticed their magnificent color. Turquoise bore into blue as her assailant sized her up. Elsa was keen enough to catch the look of surprise, compassion, fear, and something more in those eyes, though they attempted to be glazed over.

"Y-You didn't s-see anything, got it?" the girl demanded.

When Elsa didn't answer, she found the gun being thrust closer to her face.

"Got it?!" the girl then shouted.

Elsa merely nodded and suddenly the gun was gone. The girl spun on her heel and prepared to run away, but not before sighing and letting out a barely audible "sorry" over her shoulder.

Elsa just sat there and blinked, trying to comprehend what exactly had just happened.