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The two sisters enjoyed playing with each other and got along like two peas in a pod. Another year or two passed this way. However, on one cool, sleepy summer night, that seemed to have changed forever. On quiet summer nights like this, all one could see were lights from the tiny houses facing the harbor.

In a room within the castle, Elsa was fast asleep. Little Anna popped up at her bedside.

“Psst! Elsa!” she whispered.

Then she struggled, climbed onto the bed and crawled up to Elsa, and began to tug her.

“Elsa! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” she nagged her sister.

Elsa stirred in her bed, trying to get back to sleep.

“Anna, go back to sleep!” she turned aside, smiling. But Anna was not going to give up.

“I just can’t. The sky’s awake, so I’m awake, so we have to play!” she cribbed as she laid her back on Elsa.

The flickering Northern Lights made the faces of the two little sisters glow. Elsa was still keeping her eyes shut.

“Go play by yourself,” told Elsa as she pushed her sister off the bed.

Anna landed gently but was not impressed that her sister just wouldn’t come. She became thoughtful, and then her eyes widened as she beamed. She climbed the bed once again and inquired,

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

Elsa smiled and opened her eyes, giving in to her sister’s constant persuasion as if to say ‘yes’.

The two sisters ran down the staircase of the castle. Little Anna pulled Elsa along.

“Come on, come on, come on!” exclaimed Anna as she bubbled with excitement, running down the flight of stairs. Elsa, who was being pulled along by her sister, tried to shush her but failed to suppress Anna’s thrilled giggles. The two then entered the secluded Great Hall, opening the large doors. As the sisters laughed and ran to the center of the hall, Anna childishly demanded, “Do the magic, do the magic!”

Elsa smiled and began to move her hands in front of her face. A glowing snowball appeared in her hands.

“Ready?” she asked her little sister, who was mesmerized by the wonder of this magic—Anna gave an affirmative nod. Then, lifting her hands, Elsa sent a floating snowball into the air. The snowball exploded on almost reaching the room ceiling, giving out tiny snowflakes that descended upon them. Anna jumped for joy and cried out,

“This is amazing!”

She laughed and did gyrate around her sister. Elsa was now determined to amaze her more.

“Watch this!”

She stamped her foot on the ground, and it froze to solid ice. Anna began to slide on the ice, laughing with glee gently. Moments later, Elsa created snow on the frozen floor, and the sisters started to build a snowman. Later, Elsa took up the task of giving the snowman a face and shaped its body while Anna sat on one of the thrones, pressing her cheeks and squinting her eyes as if Elsa was to make the snowman look like her. When Elsa finished the snowman, she turned it around to face Anna and lifted its hands.

“Hi! I’m Olaf, and I like warm hugs.” Elsa said in a goofy voice. Anna was amazed and left her seat to run to the snowman and hug it.

“I love you, Olaf!” she hugged the snowman while Elsa, sitting behind it, smiled at her.

Later, Anna danced with Olaf, gliding on the ice. Elsa made both of them slip and slide on the surface of the icy floor. Moments after, Elsa made an ice slide, on which she and Anna played. Little Anna flew like a light volleyball into a small snow mound. As Anna got up, she threw the snow in all directions, laughing.

Anna then ran and jumped into the air. Elsa created a tiny snow mound to stop her from falling.

“Hang on.”

Delighted at this, Anna took another jump. She started, “Catch me!”

Elsa created a tiny snow pillar to prevent Anna from falling.

“Gotcha!”

Anna took yet another leap from this snow pillar, and Elsa created another, taller one for her to land on.

“Again!” demanded Anna and began to jump faster and higher.

“Wait…!” warned Elsa.

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She struggled to keep up with Anna. Anna did not heed the warning; she only continued to hop faster and faster.

“Slow down!” cried a worried Elsa as she struggled to make pillars in the right places. To her horror, Elsa slipped and fell. Just then, Anna took a giant leap. Elsa's breath hitched. The cold ground underneath was just about as cold as the shiver of fear that ran down her spine. She shouted once,

“Anna!”

Mid-air, Anna seemed to let out a trusting giggle, not seeming to hear her sister. That only made Elsa's desperation grow. Still on the floor, she hurriedly released just enough magic power to create one more snow pillar.

Elsa missed.

Elsa's expression paralyzed as time seemed to freeze. The small but powerful burst of magic had hit Anna straight in the forehead. Anna's eyes widened in shock for just a split second, then closed mid-air. She fell, the snow beneath her gently breaking her fall.

Elsa tensed, terrified of what could be. She ran up to her unconscious sister, panting out of fear. Some sort of disbelief and realization at the same time had seemed to resonate in the magical princess.

“Anna!” she called her sister. A streak of Anna’s ginger hair turned white. Alarm only rose within Elsa. “Mama, Papa!” she screamed for help.

In her terrified state, something unprecedented began to happen—her ice powers began to grow out of control. From her legs, she began to freeze everything to solid ice. She frantically looked around, and just like her power, her panic was growing out of control. The snowman broke apart, and she froze everything from the floor to the ceiling. She began reassuring her unconscious sister,

“You’re okay, Anna. I got you.” But it also was as though she were trying to convince herself.

Moments later, her father and mother, King Agnarr and Queen Iduna, managed to push the door and enter the hall. The alarm seemed to rise in the king and queen as well, as they took in the scene before them.

“Elsa, what have you done?” exclaimed her father. Her mother ran to see the two in the middle of the ice-covered room. “This is getting out of hand!” declared King Agnarr.

Elsa already knew but didn't look ready to believe it. “It was an accident!”

Her mother, the queen, picked up Anna in her arms and said in a hushed but alarmed tone, “She’s ice-cold!”

The king seemed to consider for the moment, and then almost as if confessing to himself, spoke, “I know where we have to go.”

Moments later, the king frantically searched the royal library. As his fingers browsed for the right book, he stopped at a fat, hard-bound book. He let out a gasp of air he didn't even know he was holding. When he opened the book, it had an image of a troll, freeing somebody lying on a stone bench from a magical curse. A map also fell out that probably led to these magical trolls.

Without wasting a moment, the king and queen, along with their daughters, left Arendelle to find the Trolls. Queen Iduna carried little Anna along with her, while King Agnarr carried Elsa along. The town was fast asleep, unaware of what happened within the castle. The light in the lamp posts was fading away—and so was little Anna’s life.

Their horses galloped at full speed out of the bridge connecting the castle to the town. A streak of ice trailed King Agnarr’s path as he carried Elsa. They were soon galloping through the forest.

Coincidentally Kristoff and Sven happened to cross their path. Kristoff stared in amazement, but not at the horses galloping at full speed.

“Huh? Ice?” he wondered aloud, baffled at the trail of ice that followed. He and Sven grew curious and gave chase.

“Faster Sven!” directed Kristoff to his reindeer friend. After he saw that they were close enough, he got off and whispered, “Sven!”

They both went around the main venue, where the king and queen, along with their daughters, reached. Sven was particularly interested in running right into the place, but Kristoff held him back, and from behind a rock, they listened intently.

“Please! Help! My daughter…” pleaded King Agnarr. The neatly arranged rocks around them began to rumble and move around. All the stones came closer to and surrounded the king and the queen. Growing concerned, King Agnarr huddled his daughters and the queen closer to him and watched cautiously.

What happened next took the king, queen, and hiding Kristoff by surprise—the rolling rocks transformed into the Trolls.

“It’s the king!” “His Majesty!” exclaimed several trolls.

Little Kristoff whispered, “Trolls!”

The rock he was hiding behind turned into a she-troll named Bulda.

“Shush! I’m trying to listen!” she expressed in a hushed voice.

Sven considered her to be an interesting object and licked her once.

“Cuties! I’m gonna keep you.” she decided.

Back at where the King and Queen stood, an older and heavier troll shuffled his way to the front and stood before the king and bowed down.

“Your Majesty.” he began. “Born with the powers or cursed?”

“Born, and they’re getting stronger.”

Then the troll gestured to Queen Iduna to show Anna. He placed his hand on her forehead and reassured her, “You are lucky it wasn’t her heart. The heart is not so easily changed, but the head can be persuaded.”

The king told the troll, “Do what you must.”

“I recommend you remove all magic, even memories of magic, to be safe.” advised the troll. “But don’t worry, I’ll leave the fun,” he added.

The troll changed all the memories right before their eyes. He once again placed his hand on Anna’s forehead.

“She will be okay.” reassured the troll.

Elsa mustered the courage to ask, “She won’t remember I have powers?” King Agnarr interrupted, “It’s for the best.” The momentary silence of hesitance hung in the air. The troll took this chance to speak to Elsa.

“Listen to me, Elsa. Your power will only grow.”

He then turned around, raising his arms to the sky. Elsa watched in curiosity as he controlled the Northern Lights with his hands. He made beautiful images of Elsa in blue, surrounded by what looked like amazed people. The troll continued,

“There is beauty in it. But, also great danger.”

Elsa became worried. The beautiful blue shadows of the Northern Lights were now of an intense dark red. The troll went on, “Fear will be your enemy.”

When he said so, the light destroyed the shadow of a grown-up Elsa. She inhaled sharply and turned to her father, holding onto him tight. She was startled and scared, just thinking about what her powers could do.

“No,” started King Agnarr. “We’ll protect her. She can learn to control it; I’m sure she can.” Confirming so, the king, queen, and their daughters took leave from the forest of the Trolls.

After returning to Arendelle, King Agnarr issued definitive orders—

‘Lock the gates.

Reduce the staff.

Limit her (Elsa’s) contact with people.

Keep her powers hidden from EVERYONE, including Anna.’

As for Anna, she did not understand one bit of what was happening—her sister never spoke to her or met her, the castle was declared out of bounds for most people. Anna, lonely and desperate, made several attempts to get close to her sister, but all in vain.

Behind that closed door, the only place Elsa got to be, there was fear and uncertainty. Elsa began to wear gloves to suppress her mysterious power, as suggested by her father.

“Conceal it, don’t feel it. Don’t let it show.”