You catch up to Elsa in her study. For a lady in heels, she can sure walk fast. She is bent down over her desk, scribbling her signature on some official-looking documents. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, the quill moving quickly as she tries to drown out her thoughts.
"Did I do something wrong Elsa?" you ask, startling her.
"No, no you didn't do anything," she replies, still not looking at you. "Why would you think that?"
"Well you sort of left dinner in a hurry, and now you are refusing to look me in the eye, so it sort of seems like you are angry at me for something, though I can't imagine what. We were doing fine just a moment ago."
There is a long pause where nothing is said and the only sound in the room is the quill scratching across the paper along with the sound of your combined breathing. Finally Elsa put down the quill and turns to look you in the eye. "I'm not mad at you," she says with a sigh, breaking the silence. "I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Of the truth." For a moment there is silence once more as she looks in your eyes, searching for something. "You are just too good to be true," she says finally. "You appear out of nowhere like some storybook hero and rush to our rescue without a second thought. You are kind and charming and goofy and handsome. Like me you have powers and almost certainly know how hard it can be. And... When you told us at dinner about your missing memory, I felt so bad for you, and I realized how much I care about you already."
You feel a flush of excitement. She cares for you? "I feel the same about you!" you respond in a rush. "You are so amazing and-"
She holds up a hand to cut you off. "Its too soon. Its too fast. Sure, you are handsome and charming and silly and relatable. But you aren't the first one."
"What?"
"Not too long ago, on the day of my coronation," she explains, "my sister Anna met a prince named Hans. He was charming, he was handsome, and he was silly. But most importantly of all, he could relate to her. He understood what it was like to have a difficult childhood, and Anna and I did not have the best childhood. Before the night was over Anna was certain that she had found her true love and they were engaged to be married." She shook her head, laughing humorlessly. "I told her that she couldn't marry a man she just met. We argued and my powers flew out of control."
"A lot of stuff happened those few days, but the important part is that at the end of it all we found out that Hans wasn't who he claimed he was. When Anna needed him most he abandoned her to let her freeze to death, and then he tried to execute me. If it weren't for Anna I would be dead right now."
"That is horrible!" you exclaim. "I would never do anything to hurt you!"
She smiles mirthlessly. "Hans said something very similar to Anna when they first met." She stood up and begun to pace around the room, once more avoiding your gaze. "It would have been bad enough without your missing memory. But with your memory gone, you could honestly mean what you are saying now, but when your memory is restored you could become someone else entirely. We don't even know if what you think you remember is accurate. Even worse, you could be feigning your memory loss. There is too much I don't know about you. I know nothing about you. I ridiculed my sister for falling in love so easily, and now I am afraid that I am making the same mistake."
"You... are falling in love with me?" you ask, your voice full of shock and wonder.
"I can't let myself fall in love with you, not yet at least." She looks at you in the eyes again, her face serious. "Pabbie will be able to look in your mind and see all your memories. If when we get there we find out that you aren't who you say you are, then you will have lost my trust forever you will be banished from Arendelle."
"Fair enough," you reply with a gulp.
...
Back in Disneyland your family is searching for you everywhere. They have no idea where you vanished to or what happened to you. You just suddenly ran off and vanished into thin air, with no sign of where you went other than a strange patch of ice on the ground. Your parents contact the park authorities, but they can't find any sign of you either. It is like you just vanished off the face of the earth.
Meanwhile, you are lying in the bed of a hotel room of the Disneyland Hotel, staring into the face of a character from a Disney movie that you apparently fell in love with in a different life. Looking at her you can definitely see why you would have fallen for her. She was perfect, even now as she paced around the room, wringing her hands together.
"The accommodations here aren't quite as good as those at the castle back in Arendelle, but they were the best we could do," she tells you apologetically. "When Anna and I crossed over and met those girls dressed as us and they found out that we were the real thing, they were more than happy to help get us accommodations while we filled in for them talking to people and... I think they called it taking pictures. Anyways, I'm really sorry about your head (Y/N). I wanted to get you out of there before anyone else came and there wasn't time to answer any questions you might have had." She says this all in a rush, her nervousness obvious. When she finishes she stops and looks at you, trying to gauge your reaction.
For a moment nobody talks. "Elsa?" you finally say. "You're real?" Then more questions rush out, one after the other. "What are you doin here? How did you get here? How is this even possible? What are the visions that I've been having? Do we really know each other? What is going on?"
This only makes her look more worried, her icy eyes boring into yours. "You mean you don't remember?" she asks quietly. "Oh (Y/N), I am so sorry. I don't want to have to be the one to tell you this. It still hurts. I don't want to make you have to relive that memory (Y/N), but..."
"But what? What is it?" You are afraid of what she could be talking about, of what terrible thing happened that you can't remember, but you feel the need to know. You need to know what happened to you in this strange and wonderful other life that you are just now starting to remember. "What happened?"
To be continued...