A/N: Hi, and thank you for clicking on my story. Most of the characters that will appear in this story belong to Disney, and this is done strictly for fun not profit. One of them does belong to me, but she won't be showing up for a while. :) Also, this story will present several different same-sex relationships, so if that isn't your thing, then this isn't your story. It will eventually be Elsanna, but not incestuous as the story will explain. I think that's it, and again, thanks for reading.

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A shadowy figure slipped down the hallway unnoticed by myriad security cameras that always guarded the passage. This in and of itself was an accomplishment, because the saboteur had some of the palest skin that existed and she was usually easy to spot in a darkened hallway. But, when the Ice Queen didn't want to be detected, she was never detected, and even the most sophisticated cameras in the State wouldn't be able to find her.

Her real name was Elsa, but that was an artifact of a different life, when she was just a Proletariat child happy in her family's meager existence. Her father had been a fisherman, her mother a seamstress, but they had provided her with happy, stable home that had allowed her to become the woman that she was. She would have been happy to remain Proletariat forever, doing whatever manual labor the Test said she was best suited for, but that was not how life worked in the State. If you tested Plebian, and due to her high intelligence, Elsa had been expected to test Plebian practically from the moment she left the womb, then you had to leave the Proletariat behind. You had to become a Plebe; there simply was no other choice. "Well, that wasn't exactly true," Elsa mused. "You could always be executed in front of your family," she thought bitterly.

The bitter thoughts ended when she reached the panel that was her mission for this particular evening. She had to focus; otherwise it would be a mess, not be the elegant sabotage that she prided herself on. She closed her eyes briefly, concentrating her powers of cryokinesis into both of her index fingers rather than in her whole hands. She then used those fingers to decimate the panel, rendering it inoperable in seconds. The alarms blared, but the door the panel guarded slid open, and Elsa slipped into the room. There before her stood the power supply for everything within a 20 mile radius. She smirked and used both of her hands to drive an ice spike about two feet in diameter right through its center, killing the power source immediately. The alarms stopped, the lights shut off, and knowing the doors would no longer work, Elsa froze a part of the back wall, causing it to crumble and open a hole just big enough for her to slip through.

It was easy to make it back to her quarters in the chaos she had created, and she slipped into the relative safety of her rooms, pleased with her success. She froze her clothes off of her and slipped them into the incinerator; by destroying them two ways, she could be guarantee no DNA evidence would be there to implicate her. She retrieved and replaced her biometrics chip and communications cuff so that she was back on the grid and then fell exhaustedly into bed. Within seconds, a thud landed on her bed, started purring and curled up next to her. "Good night, Olaf," she said affectionately, stroking his long white fur as she drifted off to sleep.

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The alarm in her communications cuff blared and Elsa groaned as she slowly came back to consciousness. The late nights followed by early mornings were probably the things she liked least about sabotaging things. Her room was dimly lit by emergency lighting, meaning they hadn't managed to fix what she had destroyed last night, so her spirits improved as she headed off to the shower. The water was cold, so she showered quickly, washing only the essentials before jumping out. Her uniform was a dark blue blazer and pants accented by a white blouse. All in the Architecture thread wore this uniform, but Elsa was self-aware enough to know how good it looked on her. She didn't need to see well to be able to put up her hair, and it was in its impeccable bun within minutes. Satisfied, she put some food down for Olaf, grabbed her satchel and manually opened the door, walking out into the dormitory hallway. She closed the door and started walking towards the double doors revealing both the approaching sunrise and the way out to the Campus.

Even though she hated practically everything about the State, Elsa had to admit they had done a good job with the Campus. It was built according to the Eight Pillars of Wisdom that now ruled the State, and it was divided into two parts: North Campus and South Campus. The North Campus held the dormitories, where all of the plebes assigned to Campus lived, as well as the buildings that housed the Four Pillars of Art. They had modeled this part of it after the universities that had abounded before the Great Destruction, and stately brick buildings were interspersed amongst tall trees, green grass and open spaces. South Campus housed the Four Pillars of Science and so was modeled after the hospitals and skyscrapers of the previous age to give a sense of scientific progress and its hopeful, gleaming future. Architecture straddled the line between the Arts and Sciences, but it officially belonged to the Pillar of Mathematics. Thus Architecture was housed in a window-filled steel and chrome building that was just barely across the border between North and South Campus.

Elsa walked up to the building's front entrance. There was more security than usual, owing to the power outage, but as soon as they saw her, the guards lowered their heads respectfully and allowed her entrance. Elsa sighed, pleased and annoyed all at once. This was the bitter irony of her existence: she was the archetypical Plebe, a former Proletariat who had taken the Test when she was eighteen as was the law and had revealed herself to be extraordinary, and thus worthy of being plucked from the unwashed masses to become Plebian, one of the elite of society. She was given the best of everything and she had used it, rising through the Apprentice and Thinker ranks faster than anyone else in the history of the State and claiming the coveted Master title before her 20th birthday. Even her beloved cat was a symbol of her power; pets were not allowed for most, as they took away valuable resources, but the ruling Patricians could bestow them as recognition that this Citizen was the model for all other Citizens to aspire to. Olaf had been given to her the day she had achieved Master, a tiny white ball of Persian fur that she had fallen in love with immediately, but he was still a status symbol. She had a life that practically everyone else in the State would have loved to have.

Looking at the floors upon floors of steps that she had to climb because the elevators were out, she blew a short breath and began to climb. Yes, she had an enviable life, but, she was deeply unhappy, and using her powers to become the Ice Queen had been born as a way to rebel against her perfect life. It hadn't taken Elsa long to figure out that, while she enjoyed power, she wanted freedom far more, and life as a Plebe was far from free. The Test had determined her aptitude was architecture and that was where she had been placed and that was where she would work until she was no longer fit for service. At her induction, she had been fitted with a biometrics chip and a communications cuff, and though she had been able to figure out how to use her powers to remove them, when she did have them on, they told the Interface everything about her condition and her location. She was never going to be married, nor allowed a permanent relationship, and she was going to have one child in exactly four years' time. All Plebian women were artificially inseminated at 25; they carried the child to term, were anesthetized during delivery, and when they woke up, their child was gone, never to be seen by their mother, whisked away to become the next generation of Plebes.

The thought of her child being taken away from her triggered a primal surge of rage in Elsa that threatened to unleash enough power to encase the stairwell she was climbing in solid ice. But, her powers had been in the family for generations, she had been taught to embrace and control them, and there was no way that she would do something so stupid as to expose them no matter how emotional she became. She took a breath and resumed her climb, her thoughts turning again to companionship and children. Her parents' marriage hadn't been perfect, but it had worked, and she loved being part of a family. A sibling would have been nice, but no one in the State, be they Patrician, Plebe or Proletariat, was allowed more than one child unless the pregnancy naturally had multiple births. When she was very little, she had always wanted a family for her grown-up self, and even as she grew up and realized her Plebian destiny, the desire to find a nice girl to settle down with to nurture their one child never really went way. This desire was why she had eschewed any and all personal relationships from the moment she had gotten here. Yes, she was surrounded by the most beautiful and smartest women that the State had to offer, but there was no point in even trying due to the circumstances, which was why "Ice Queen" was such a perfect moniker for her in more ways than one.

Her long climb and her ruminations finally finished, she opened the door to the hallway and made her way to her office suite. Her assistant looked up quickly as the door opened and stood up instantly. "I have gotten all materials that you require with the power out, Master," he said respectfully, bowing.

"Very good, Assistant," Elsa replied, pleased with his efficiency. "Are there any messages or other things that require my attention?"

"A new class of Plebeians has been chosen, Master," he replied, "And one of them has tested into Architecture. She has been sent here to become your Apprentice."

Elsa blinked in mild surprise. It was one of her duties as a Master to have Apprentices, but she was never assigned one because of her talent, status and reputation for preferring to work alone. "When is she set to arrive?" she asked, wondering how much time she had to prepare for this unexpected development.

"She is already here, Master," her Assistant replied. "She is waiting in the outer office."

Elsa frowned. "I will tell you when to send her in," she said curtly, annoyed with this new development.

"Of course, Master," her Assistant replied. Elsa nodded and walked to her personal office door. She manually slid it open, walked through and slid it shut, putting her satchel down in its usual place. She sat at her desk, noting the pencils, paper and battery-operated tablet sitting there. She used the tablet to access her new Apprentice's file.

She was eighteen, as most new Apprentices were, and was Plebian by birth. She had passed the Test and had maintained her Plebian status, but her school records indicated that she was not the best of students and had likely passed on natural talent rather than by hard work. She had scored high both in the Visual Arts Pillar and in the Mathematics Pillar and the calculations deemed her an Architect. Satisfied that she at least knew the basics, she contacted her Assistant. "Please escort her in," she ordered. Her Assistant answered in the affirmative and within seconds her door slid open. A young woman with reddish hair and freckles entered and stood nervously in front of Elsa's desk.

"She's terrified, "Elsa internally decided, noting the general twitchiness of her body and the fear in her blue-green eyes. Those eyes held something else, though, and after a moment's reflection, Elsa realized it was hope. "What is your designation, Plebian?" she asked formally as this was their first introduction.

The girl brightened at being spoken to. "I'm Anna," she said, a smile coming easily to her face.