Hi, so this is an idea that's been running around in my head that I thought I'd try out. Basically it's of what I imagine Queen Elsa and Jack Frost (Disney characters) would be like if they were people just like you and me. I figure each of them would still be influences by ice, and therefore ice skating has to be involved right! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

"Where is it!" The blond haired girl moaned in frustration as she rummaged through the large black bag in a frantic manner. Ice colored blue eyes and pale fingers search every inch of it before a groan escaped the girl's lips, her hand finding the cell phone tucked into the side pocket. A code of numbers were pressed in a blur before the phone was lifted to her ear and the dull ring sounded. Elsa couldn't believe she had been so stupid, leaving her hair stuff behind on such an important day was simply unforgivable. If she didn't put her hair up properly, not only would it get in her way when it was finally her turn but she would also get points deducted. She knew well that the loose braid not keeping her hair out of her eyes would not be accepted in the rink.

"Hello?" Elsa felt her heart lighten slightly as she heard her sister's voice pick up the phone. It meant her family hadn't left for the competition yet, Elsa still had time.

"Anna, please this is a matter of life or death!" Elsa whined into the phone as the voice of her trainer sounded just behind the locker room door, "My hair stuff, I left it all in my room on the desk. I need it as soon as possible!" There were some noises in the background as Elsa heard Anna going through the house, her voice muffled as she spoke to someone before a door opened and closed.

"I have it." She finally announced over the phone causing Elsa to sigh with relief, "We are going to leave now, dad said we can drive so we should be there soon." Elsa thanked her sister several times before hanging up and grabbing her skates. She was nervous, her legs moving on their own as they carried her out of the dressing room and into the hall where her trainer waited for her. Coach Weaslton was a short man with a large nose and a white wig that he wore of the bald patch on the top of his head. As he looked over the slim blue and black long sleeve figure skating dress, flesh colored tights, and wildly braided hair that was swept over one shoulder he made a face.

"Not what I had in mind when I told you to put your hair up," He stated in a dry tone. Elsa blushed, her shame in forgetting the hair stuff overwhelming her as she looked down. She knew that Coach Weaslton would scold her if he knew. "Victoria. You brought those extra hair pins like I asked you to?" Elsa's eye shot upward as the other skater appeared next to the Trainer.

"Yes, of course."

"Good, then help Elsa put her hair up properly." He stated, waving a hand toward Elsa so that the older skater could look her over, "She's forgotten her own pins." The old skater gave Elsa a skeptical look, like she wasn't sure if Elsa was worth the trouble. However those under Coach Weaslton knew better then to go against his orders so with a little shrug the girl wrapped an arm around Elsa and lead her off to the benches so that she could do her hair.

"M-my family is on their way right now." Elsa stammered as the girl sat her down, "So it's fine if you do-"

"You are third right?" The girl questioned cutting across Elsa, "Do you honestly think your family can make it here so quickly? The first contestant just went so that means you will be right after the girl on now. Be a good girl and let it go, your family will forgive you for not wearing the pins when you place high." Elsa couldn't say anything, she knew that the girl was right. Glancing toward the door she wished that her family would get there soon, if not for the hair pins but simply so that they could root for her. It was taking them quite a while to get there, surely it wouldn't take them this long to drive from their home to the skating rink.

"Elsa Arendelle, you're up next. Please be ready." A voice called out to her as Victoria finished the last bits of her hair. Standing, Elsa made her way to the waiting area and slipped on her skates. The girl before her was finishing the last twirls of her number, the music skipping to a stop as the lights flashed the crowd cheered. It made Elsa's heart shutter and her eyes flash around the nameless faces all watching. She couldn't see her family but she couldn't wait, they were reading her name and number out as well as the song she would be skating to. Stepping out onto the ice, she pushed her feet so that her skates would glide along the cold surface beneath her until she reached the center of the rink. The lights faded slightly, the crowd quieted, and Elsa placed her body in the pose she had been practicing for several months with her right hand stretched outward as if she was going to catch a piece of calling snow, her left hand out to the side, and her left leg swept outward. In many ways this pose reminded Elsa of a bowing prince, though she had no clue as to why it did. She then let her head dip slightly as she waited for the music to begin and when it did she was off, twirling in elegant circles and jumps as the music pushed her onward.

She could feel it, the freedom that came with skating. She felt as though she could do anything on the ice, her body bending and skipping along the smooth surface like she was flying. The music, a loud chorus of dips and trills, accompanied her perfectly. This was why she loved skating, she loved it because of this feeling of lightness. The thrill of her body moving so lightly while in perfect tune with the music that pushed her harder and faster. Finally, with a spin and flourish of her leg, Elsa came to a stop and bend herself into the same pose she had been in at the start until the music finally came to a close. Around her the crowd began to cheer as she bowed, her eyes searching the crowd once more for the faces of her family but not finding them. So they hadn't made it on time, Elsa was starting to feel grateful for Victoria's pins as she made her way off the rink and was engulfed in her friends from school and lessons.

"So good!"

"You were just like an ice princess!"

"That was so graceful, I'm jealous."

"T-thanks," Elsa stammered as she took off her skates and hurriedly wet to go find Mr. Weaslton, hoping to get praise from him as well. She found him by the front desk, his head bent as he listened to whatever phone call he was on at the moment. She hurried over, her face bright as she skidded to a stop in front of him but when he looked up and saw her he did not share the same enthusiasm. His eyes were full of sorrow, regret, and pity as he looked over her before hanging up the phone.

"Did you see me?" Elsa questioned with a grin, "I did so well! Don't you think?" Mr. Weaslton was silent as he placed both hands on Elsa's shoulders and squatted down to her eye level.

"Elsa... There's been an accident." He said softly causing Elsa to frown in confusion, "Your parents and younger sister, their car was hit in an intersection three blocks from here. They are..."

"D-don't say it." Elsa stammered, already understanding what was going to be said by the grieving look that hung in Coach Weaslton's eyes. She shook her head, taking a step back as her eyes flashed around the room. They would walk in at any moment, she was sure of it. They would laugh and tell her it was just a joke before saying she did a very good job today. However, as the time stretched and no one walked into the room Elsa's heart sank.

"Your family is dead." Mr. Weaslton finally said when Elsa's eyes met his, "They are gone."

Well, I hope you enjoyed the prologue (Even though it's sad). Comments are appreciated so that I know what to work harder on!

(PS I know Weaslton is not spelled correctly)