You are (Y/N), whose origins are next to unknown as you are found by the head servant of the Arrendelle Monarch on the outskirts of their kingdom... in the most magical circumstance.
And now you are raised to become a page for the Arrendelle's first...
Anna and Elsa had already run all through the castle, following the string. Now they were outside, standing on a window washer's wooden platform. The platform bumped against the side of the castle, very high up. The two girls held on to the ropes, grinning with excitement. Anna still had the string in her hand.
When she tugged on the string, a pulley brought up a picnic basket with something delicious inside. Anna examined it more closely.
"Ooh, (Y/N)'s sandwiches!" she exclaimed, grabbing hold of the basket and pulling it onto the wobbly platform.
The wobbliness gave Anna an idea. She placed her foot on a pillar and pushed the platform away from the building. It was like a swing! "Woo-hoo!" she shouted.
"Whoa!" Elsa gasped. But then she kicked off, too.
As the girls swung past a window, Anna glanced inside. "Oh, look!" she cried.
It was her room.
"Gerda's tidying up my room! Hi, Gerda! Thank you!" She waved at the elderly maid and almost lost her balance. Luckily, Elsa steadied her.
Inside Anna's bedroom, Gerda thought she heard a voice calling from outside the window. She looked up and saw the tops of two heads—one with red hair and the other blond, swinging outside below the windowsill. Gerda gave both of them a weak wave before she started teetering backward, apparently fainting from shock at the sight of the two royal sisters endangering themselves at such a height.
On the other side of the window, the girls winced at the maid's fainting and were laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. They quickly worked the ropes and lowered the platform, so they were out of sight.
"Hang on," Elsa said. She adjusted the pulley and lowered the platform all the way to the ground.
At the end, the rig slipped, and the platform knocked into the ground with a thump. Elsa's feet hit first, and the momentum sent her rolling onto the grass. Anna was right behind her, tumbling into a heap. When they sat up, the window washer's rope dangled nearby, and the picnic basket was upside down on Anna's head. There was a slight pause before they suddenly started laughing at their predicament.
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Meanwhile back at the courtyard, the situation (Y/N) and Kristoff found themselves in was no laughing matter at all.
They were getting worried. They and Sven had worked hard to get the courtyard ready for Anna's big birthday bash, tut then the little snowmen had arrived and started making a mess out of everything. Every time they turned around, more of them would turn up out of nowhere.
"Where do they keep coming from?" Kristoff asked. Sven tossed his head and snorted.
"If this is Elsa's idea of a joke or some sort of challenge from her—" (Y/N) started, as he rounded up some of the little snowmen in a ball of wind, only for more of them to appear and start piling up on him, making him losse focus on holding up the spherical wind he is conjuring as he tries to corral them.
