Little Elsa groggily opens her eyes. The room is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight shining through the curtains. She blinked as her eyes starts to adjust to the darkness. What is waking her up? She thinks she heard a sound…was it Anna? But the door to her bedroom has been locked every night ever since…that night (her heart sank at the thought of it). Was it father and mother? A servant perhaps?

Suddenly she can feel a warm breeze touching her back through the bedding, like when Anna used to sneak in her room at night and breathe on her to wake her up. But this breeze is much stronger…

She turns around to face the source of the breeze: a gigantic dark shadow as high as the ceiling, its two eyes unnaturally shining in the darkness.

The king and queen rushed in within minutes of being woken by the scream. The room is a mess: cupboards were flipped over, paintings knocked down, and frost was everywhere on one side of the wall. On the bed sat little Elsa, crying but thankfully unharmed. After soothing the young princess like all loving parents does, the king asked what happened.

"There-there-there's a monster!" was the answer. Elsa proceeds to describe the shadow standing by her bed. It's reeeeeeeeeeeeeally big, with sparkling eyes and a really, reeeeeeally big mouth. In her panic, Elsa shot an icy blast at it and it ran off, supposedly toward the direction of the closet. Of course, there is nothing but clothes in it.

The king and queen looked at each other worriedly. If it was Anna saying this it's more likely to be her overactive imagination, but Elsa's not the type to fantasize about a monster… It couldn't be the trolls, since the ancient treaty still stands; and they are too small to be the giant shadow Elsa saw. Tales told of other strange creatures in this kingdom, but they surely can't get into the castle when it is so heavily guarded. The king sighed. He'll worry about it in the morning. No Elsa, you just had a bad dream. Yes, we'll stay with you for the night. Better check on Anna as well…

In another world

James P. "Sulley" Sullivan comes out of the door, another scare job well done, and immediately noticed the crowd gathered at the 4th station. Mike's there as well, jumping desperately to peek at what's behind the crowd; he turns around to Sulley and waved eagerly at him. Sulley walks over.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, but it's George. Again."

Ah, George. Poor fellow.

Sulley picks Mike up on his shoulder and joins the crowd. George Sanderson, their fellow scarer, is lying on the ground completely unmoving. And his head is frozen in a big chunk of ice!

"Sheesh."Sulley muttered. Mike is too surprised to even say anything. Like the other monsters, they cast their gaze at the elegant white door, detached from the station but still hanging above it. What powerful and terrifying force could be behind it?

After a long silence someone finally spoke: "D-does this count as 23-19?"

Stayed tuned for the Sequel, Anna's Revenge!