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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Photos from the Movie

  Long ago, atop a mountain high above the kingdom of Arendelle, a group of strong men were hard at work. They were ice harvesters, men who cut and hauled huge blocks of ice from the mountain lakes. Horses stood at attention, waiting with empty wagons to be filled. The ice blocks were hoisted into the wagons; soon they would be taken down to the village to sell. It was a dangerous business. One slip could send a block hurtling down the mountainside—or even worse, falling on a man and crushing him.

  A boy stood in the shadows watching the workmen. He kept a small sled at his side. His name was Kristoff, and he desperately wanted to join the ice harvesters, but he was too young. Standing next to him was his friend Sven, a baby reindeer. Kristoff imagined the two of them taking a sled full of ice blocks into the village of Arendelle. Sven sniffed the cold air and glanced at the big blocks of ice. They looked very heavy. He snorted but didn’t move a hoof.

  As evening approached, Kristoff finally convinced Sven to carry a small load of ice on their sled. By now, the men had lit several lanterns and were finishing loading their own wagons. Kristoff crept forward and was able to grab a small block of ice. He finally wrestled the block onto his sled and attached Sven’s harness.

  Wagon by wagon, the ice harvesters headed down the mountain roads. Kristoff trailed behind with Sven, steering his own small wagon down the bumpy path.

  Above them all, the northern lights spread across the dark sky, creating waves of gossamer green light. The magical glow pulsed as it rolled over the mountains, down toward the kingdom below.

  In a grassy valley next to a deep fjord, the castle of Arendelle lay silent in the night. The bright luster of the northern lights danced across the windows, waking a small girl. She sat up and grinned to see the wonderful green light.

  The girl jumped out of bed and tiptoed across the room to wake her older sister. “Elsa, Elsa!” she said urgently. “Wake up!”

  Elsa, who was eight years old, grumbled and ducked under the covers. “Anna, go back to sleep.”

  But Anna wouldn’t give up. “I just can’t. The sky’s awake, so I’m awake, and so we have to play,” she said. “Do you want to build a snowman?”

  Elsa’s eyes popped open. That got her attention.

  The girls were the daughters of Arendelle’s king and queen, and the best of friends. Elsa couldn’t resist Anna’s begging. The sisters ran down the hallway in their nightgowns, laughing as they hurried along. Entering the Great Hall, where all the royal balls were held, they turned to each other.

  “Are you ready?” Elsa asked, smiling.

  “Yes, yes!” Anna cried, reaching out to tickle her sister.

  Elsa giggled, and suddenly, snowflakes seemed to burst in a flurry from her hands!

  Anna clapped happily. She knew that her sister had a very special talent: she could create snow and ice, even in the middle of summer!

  With a twirl and a wave of her hands, Elsa magically summoned her icy powers. Quickly, she filled the Great Hall with mounds of fluffy snow, turning it into a winter playground. Then she stomped her feet and ice swept across the floor. She laughed to see little Anna hopping around joyfully.

  Together, they went to work building their snowman. Anna did her best to roll out the snowman’s body. Then she ran to get a carrot for the nose. “Snowman!” she exclaimed proudly.

  Elsa laughed at the lopsided snowman. “Hi, I’m Olaf,” she said in a deep voice, pretending to be the snowman. “And I like warm hugs.”

  The girls danced around their funny snowman.

  Then Elsa gathered her icy magic and made a swooping ice slide. Anna squealed with delight. She climbed to the top of the slide, then zoomed down and soared up again along the icy curve. Elsa quickly created another slide to catch Anna as she came down. The little girl gained speed and was tossed upward again. Elsa had to work fast to keep pace with Anna. She kept making more slides so her sister could stay aloft as she flew around the room.

  “Anna, slow down,” Elsa said, starting to get worried. “It’s too high!”

  But Anna was having fun. The little princess was fearless, jumping and sliding to each new slide as quickly as Elsa made it. Elsa raised her hand to create the next slide, but suddenly, her foot slipped. As she stumbled, her magic went awry. Her frozen blast caught the side of Anna’s head, right through her curls.

  Anna gasped and fell to the ground, unconscious.

  “Anna!” Elsa shouted, running to her sister. She lifted Anna up and felt her cold, shivering body. A lock of Anna’s hair had turned pure white where the magic had hit it. “Mama! Papa!” Elsa cried desperately.

  As she called for help and her worry increased, icicles formed on the ceiling, and frozen spikes grew tall around the girls.

  The king and queen burst into the Great Hall to find their daughters huddled in a frozen landscape. They knew that Elsa had a special ability to create ice, but this was more than they’d ever seen. “Elsa,” the king cried. “This is getting out of hand!”

  “I’m sorry,” Elsa replied in distress. “I didn’t mean it!”

  “Anna!” the queen gasped, and ran toward her little girl.

  The castle’s library was dark, but the king knew what he was looking for: an ancient book filled with knowledge from centuries past. When he found it, he pulled it from the shelf and quickly flipped through the pages to the section he needed. In it was a drawing of a troll, which seemed to be holding the northern lights in its hands. In front of the troll, a wounded human lay quiet while the troll used the magic of the northern lights to heal him. The king turned the page and spotted a crumbling document tucked into the book. He carefully unfolded the yellowed map.

  Wasting no time, the king and queen threw on their cloaks, bundled up their daughters, and ordered that the horses be saddled. The royal family hurried away from the castle. The queen traveled on her own horse with Elsa, while the king held Anna in his arms. The horses thundered up the mountain path.

  Kristoff and Sven were walking down the rocky mountain path under the bright glow of the northern lights. But as the rumble of hooves filled the air, they moved aside, wary of the approaching horses. They watched the riders gallop past, leaving a trail of ice behind them.

  Curious, Kristoff and Sven followed the travelers to a ridge above a mountain valley. The two hid behind a rock and watched as the horses whinnied and came to a stop.

  The king and queen dismounted. The king held a young girl to his shoulder; the queen held the hand of a slightly older girl.

  “Please, help!” the ki
ng cried out. “My daughter!”

  The hillside appeared empty at first. Then a pile of rocks rolled down the hillside. Suddenly, the rocks unfolded themselves into legs and arms and stood up, revealing themselves to be small gray creatures—they weren’t rocks at all! “Trolls,” Kristoff whispered to Sven.

  At that moment, a rock next to Kristoff jumped up, turning into a short troll woman covered with moss. Her name was Hulda.

  “Shush,” Hulda told Kristoff absently. “I’m trying to listen.” Then, startled, Hulda looked more closely at Kristoff, realizing for the first time that he was not a troll. Her face broke into a grin, and she reached out to give Kristoff and Sven big hugs. “Cuties!” she said, laughing.

  In the valley, the king stood with his daughters as Pabbie, a very old troll, made his way through the crowd to gaze at the princesses.

  First he looked at Elsa. “Was she born with the powers or cursed?” he asked.

  “Born,” the king answered. “And they’re getting stronger.”

  The troll then turned his attention to Anna, who was still unconscious. “You are lucky it wasn’t her heart that was struck,” he noted. “The heart is not so easily changed, but the head can be persuaded.” He paused. “We should remove all the magic, even memories of magic, to be safe.”

  The king nodded. “Do what you must,” he said.

  With a gentle touch of his fingers, the troll pulled a series of glowing memories from little Anna’s head. The memories hovered in the air as the troll transformed them into more sensible scenes. Instead of a magical snowman in the ballroom, Anna would now remember a winter scene in the courtyard. Instead of snowflakes in the hallway, she would remember snowflakes falling outside the window. All the magical moments she had shared with Elsa were gone, replaced with normal moments. The only remnant of her magical accident was the streak of white in her hair.

  “There,” said Pabbie when he was finished. “She will remember the fun, but not the magic.”

  “She won’t remember that I have powers?” Elsa asked.

  “No,” Pabbie said.

  “It’s for the best,” the king told her.

  “Listen to me, Elsa,” Pabbie said. “Your power will only grow. There is beauty in it, but also great danger.”

  As he spoke, the troll conjured up an image of an older Elsa in the sky. The image twirled gracefully, surrounded by beautiful snowflakes.

  Then, amid the northern lights, the snowflakes turned into sharp spikes. The spectre of a crowd joined Elsa in the sky—the people used the icy spikes as weapons, attacking Elsa’s glowing effigy.

  “You must learn to control your power,” Pabbie continued. “Fear will be your enemy.”

  The king hugged Elsa close. “We’ll protect her,” he promised. “We’ll lock the gates. We’ll reduce the staff and keep her powers hidden from everyone…including Anna.”

  Back at the castle, the king and queen immediately ordered that the castle gates be locked. All the doors were closed and the windows shuttered. They kept the girls secluded and no longer opened the castle to visitors. The family stayed hidden, tucked away inside their walled kingdom.

  The king and queen acted just as cautiously inside the castle. As the princesses grew, their parents did everything they could to ensure that Elsa learned to control herself. That meant the girls were hardly ever together. Nor did Elsa seek Anna out, since she was afraid she might accidentally hurt her. Day after day, Elsa spent most of her time training to be the next ruler—and learning to keep her powers in check.

  The training was difficult, and Elsa often felt unable to contain her magic. Ice seemed to form on her fingertips whenever she laughed or cried or became upset.

  Worried, the king gave Elsa a pair of leather gloves. He advised her to keep them on at all times, and reminded her that she had to hide her icy magic in order to stay safe. “Conceal it,” he told her.

  “Don’t feel it,” she answered.

  “Don’t let it show,” he agreed.

  The years slipped by. Anna spent most of her time alone. Sometimes she played with her dolls; sometimes she pretended to have conversations with painted portraits in the gallery. But she was lonely.

  Time after time, she knocked on Elsa’s door, pleading with her sister to come out and play. But Elsa never did. The memory of their friendship was slowly fading.

  One day, Anna peered out her window and saw snow falling in the royal gardens. She raced down the hallway to her sister’s room. “Do you want to build a snowman?” she called through the closed door.

  There was no reply from inside. The door did not open. Eventually, Anna went out into the courtyard and tried to build a snowman by herself. After rolling out a lopsided ball, she glanced up at Elsa’s window and thought she saw someone smiling down at her. But when she looked again, the face was gone.

  Without any memory of Elsa’s magic, Anna had no idea why she was always alone. Over time, she simply came to accept that her sister’s coldness was part of who she was. She didn’t know that Elsa was lonely too, and that she missed Anna as much as Anna missed her. Elsa longed to play with Anna but was fearful of the harm her magic might cause by mistake.

  “I’m scared,” Elsa told her father one day. “It’s getting stronger.”

  “Getting upset only makes it worse,” cautioned the king. “Calm down.” He reached out to give Elsa a hug.

  “No,” she said sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

  One day years later, when the girls were teenagers, the king and queen boarded a ship, intending to visit another kingdom. They hugged their daughters goodbye and left them at home, as they had many times before. But this time, the king and queen never returned. A storm engulfed the ship, and they were lost at sea. The kingdom mourned their rulers.

  Inside the castle, Anna felt overcome with grief. Not knowing where else to turn, she knocked again on Elsa’s door.

  “Elsa? Are you okay? I’m right out here,” Anna said. But as always, there was no reply. She slid down and sadly rested her head against the door. “It’s just you and me now. What are we going to do?”

  Inside her room, Elsa felt awful, too. But she could not open the door. Instead, she sat with her back against the closed door, crying silently. All around her, ice and snow filled the room.

  In time, the girls became young ladies. But they had grown apart, and Anna felt she barely knew Elsa anymore.

  When Elsa turned twenty-one, it was time for her to be crowned the new Queen of Arendelle. The whole kingdom was bustling with excitement. For the first time in ages, and for one day only, the castle gates would be opened to the village and to all the surrounding kingdoms.

  It would be a celebration that Arendelle would never forget.

  On the morning of Elsa’s coronation, the heavy gates to the castle were finally opened. All of Arendelle wanted to celebrate the grand occasion. The streets in front of the castle were crowded with townspeople eager to see the new queen.

  To add to the excitement, the fjord was filled with ships from other kingdoms, bringing dignitaries from far away. One by one, important people stepped onto Arendelle’s docks.

  “Welcome to our humble Arendelle,” the royal handler called to the visitors. One of the visiting dignitaries was the Duke of Weselton, a small man with white whiskers. Two huge guards followed close behind him, carrying his luggage.

  “Ah, Arendelle, our most mysterious trade partner,” the Duke said breezily. “Open those gates so I may unlock your secrets and exploit your riches!”

  In the distance, Kristoff was making his way down a mountain path. Now grown-up and strong, he and Sven had become true ice harvesters, masters at hauling ice blocks down the mountain. To Kristoff, the coronation was a perfect opportunity to sell ice to the crowds who filled Arendelle.

  “A coronation on a hot July day, you know what that means?” he asked Sven, who was harnessed to their rickety ice cart.

  The reindeer raised his eyebrows. Sven couldn’t talk, but that w
asn’t a problem for Kristoff. He often spoke for Sven, changing his voice to sound deeper and more reindeer-y.

  “I sure do, Kristoff,” he declared, as Sven. “By noon I’m going to smell like a barrel of rabid skunks.”

  “Yes, you will,” Kristoff said, talking normally again. He grinned. “But also, people will be needing ice. Lots of ice.” He pulled Sven’s rope, and the two continued down into the town.

  For Anna, the new people and the excitement were a dream come true. For the first time in years, every door in Arendelle was open. No one was shutting her out! She burst through the busy courtyard in front of the castle and practically skipped into town. People everywhere were getting ready for the coronation. She saw banners, a maypole, and flowers—all celebrating her sister, the new queen. There were dancing groups, musical bands, and food stalls. Everything looked so interesting.

  “I can’t wait to meet everyone!” Anna exclaimed out loud. Then she stopped short as a thought occurred to her. “What if I meet the one?” Anna knew she wasn’t likely to meet someone special, especially since the castle gates would be open for one day only, exactly twenty-four hours. Still, she couldn’t help daydreaming just a bit. Today might be her only chance to meet new friends, have new experiences, and maybe, just maybe, find love.

  In her room upstairs in the castle, Elsa did not share the happiness that pulsed through the kingdom. She worried about controlling her powers, and hoped she could just get through the ceremony without anyone learning about her magic.

  As a test, she slipped off her gloves and picked up a candlestick and a little jar from the table. She concentrated, holding both with her bare hands. “Be the good girl,” Elsa whispered to herself. “Make one wrong move and everyone will know.…” She was nervous. As she stood there, ice formed on her palms and moved onto the objects, turning them to ice. She hurriedly dropped them and tugged her gloves back on, concealing her hands—and her icy magic.

  “It’s only for today,” Elsa reminded herself. After that, the gates would be closed again and she could go back into hiding.