Chapter 2: Welcome to Arendelle

It took a bit, but you finally convince your family that you are fine, and that it was just from the heat outside. "I'm just a little dehydrated," you tell them. "I'll be fine once I've had some water." So, after some thorough hydration, you are back on the streets with the rest of your family, though while everyone else is thinking about the rides, you are thinking about your strange vision.

You've never been to Arendelle or some magical world, you've never met Elsa, and you definitely never had fire powers. You would have definitely remembered that. Wouldn't you? In the vision you had no memory of your regular life. Could the same thing be happening here? Could you not remember that other world whenever you were in this world and vise versa? But if so, why were you remembering now? And why had that face character Elsa recognized you?

You are engrossed in your thoughts as your family is crossing through Fantasyland on your way to the next ride, and you almost miss her. You see her out of the corner of your eye, slipping behind a nearby building. It was just a glimpse, but you know it is her. Those icy blue eyes, that smile, and the platinum hair that is most certainly NOT a wig. Without a second thought you run after her, racing behind the building. You have to know what is going on, and she is a part of it.

Your family members shout in surprise as you run off, calling after you. You ignore them and continue running, focused on your goal. You turn around the corner and can find no sign of Elsa, other than a thin sheet of ice on the ground, which in your rush you slip on and fall to the ground, hitting your head hard.

...

"My sister and I were up here having some quality time," Elsa explained after you had both introduced yourselves. "A bit of time to relax from our duties. I had just left to get some firewood when I heard Anna's scream and ran back to find those men. I ran to protect Anna, and then you came in."

"You seem miraculously unsurprised," you reply with a chuckle. "Normally someone shooting fire from their fingertips would be a shocking development." It definitely had been for you. You somehow manage to keep your cool, but beneath that outward façade you are freaking out. You have little to no memory, you somehow have magical powers, and now you are talking face to face with the most beautiful woman you have ever met. The whole thing was both terrifying and exhilarating. And it was about to get even more so.

In response Elsa smiles knowingly and holds out her palm, above which a single large snowflake materializes. "We're used to the strange around here," she tells you, her smile spreading into a grin.

"You have magic too?" you ask, grinning yourself. "That is so awesome!"

"I guess it is," she giggles, holding a hand up to cover her mouth.

"Uh, guys?" Anna asks, waving her hands in the air to catch your attention. "Scary thugs, remember? Could you two stop flirting for a second so that we can skidaddle out of here?"

"Flirting?" you and Elsa ask in unison, surprised. You look at each other in shock at your unexpected synchronization before hurriedly glancing away, both of you blushing a bright red.

"Uh, yeah," Anna answered like it was obvious. "Come on Elsa, we should be going home."

"(Y/N), would you like to come?" Elsa asks hesitantly. "We can give you a room for the night, if you want. Its the least we can do to thank you."

"I think you would have made short work of them if I hadn't showed up," you reply with a laugh. "But I don't have anywhere to stay, so I would love to accept your generous invitation."

...

That evening you are eating dinner with the royal family, unable to believe your situation. The most beautiful woman you had ever seen had magical powers just like yours but cooler, she had invited you to stay at her home, and to top it all off, it turned out that she was the queen. You were sitting down at the table with Elsa, Anna, Anna's boyfriend Kristoff, a reindeer named Sven, and strangest of all, (even stranger then the reindeer) was a talking snowman named Olaf.

"If I had known that I was saving the queen and princess I might have asked for some kind of reward," you say jokingly.

"Like you said," Elsa replies, "we could have handled ourselves. Besides, I doubt that you are the kind of person to request payment for doing a good deed."

"Maybe so," you admit. "But I certainly did not know what I was getting myself into. I thought I was saving a couple of helpless damsels, instead I find myself in the good graces of a queen with ice magic. How did you get your powers?"

"I was born with them," Elsa replies with a shrug. "I've had them for my entire life." A hint of curiosity enters her eyes then. "What about you? Were you born with your powers too?"

"Yeah!" Olaf shouts. "You have fire powers right? Can you create firemen? Could you create a fire palace?"

"Um..." you have difficulty keeping up with the excited creature, though you are fairly certain that he is using the word firemen wrong, though you can't remember exactly what the right way is. "Actually, I don't remember. I didn't want to say this at first, because I don't even really know how to react to it myself, but I don't remember. Like, anything. At all. Well, I remember my name and a few other things, but other than that my mind is a complete blank."

"What?!" Anna exclaims. "That's terrible! You mean you don't remember anything about who you are?"

"Well, I remember me," you answer hurriedly. "I remember my name, my likes and dislikes, my morals. I remember that I spend more time reading than anything else, and that I like to stay active. I remember that I hate olives and love mangos. I remember that I can't stand to see innocent people get hurt or guilty people go free. But my past, where I come from, who my family is, what I do, why I have powers... All of that is just... Gone. But then again, its not that bad. It's not like there's anything super freaky in my past."

"Oh, Elsa, we have to help him!" Anna tells her sister. "We can help him get his memories back, can't we?"

"Sure we can," Elsa replies, though this time her smile looks a little forced. Something is in her eyes that wasn't there before: fear. She is worried about something, and you have the feeling that it isn't just your amnesia. Before you can ask, Kristoff interrupts.

"Grand Pabbie can help him," he asserts.

"Then it is decided," Elsa states with a note of finality. "(Y/N) stays the night, and in the morning we take him to the trolls to see if we can restore his missing memory." She turns and leaves the table then, and you can't help but feel like it is somehow your fault. With that thought in mind, you decide that you have no choice but to go after her.

...

You wake up to find yourself back in Disneyland, an immense headache making it difficult to think. After a moment you realize you are not in the same place you were before. Instead of the ground you are lying on a bed, and it looks like you are in some sort of hotel room. Suddenly a face fills your vision, and once again you look into the eyes of the most beautiful woman you have ever met. "Hello (Y/N)," Elsa says, smiling down at you lovingly. "I missed you."