Show Yourself (An Elsa Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: Beyond the Map

"There's just one problem." said Elsa as she disentangled herself from her sister's arms. "I don't know where this voice is coming from."

"Wait, what? But... before... at least you knew it was coming from the north!" Anna couldn't hide her perplexed expression.

"I know. But now... I don't know." Elsa groaned.

Anna looked around. "Well, we're in a library!" she said cheerfully. "Where shall we start?"

"Allow me!"

The voice came from down the side of the sofa where the sisters were sitting. They looked down - and saw Olaf, perpetually frozen, perpetually smiling, perpetually cheerful.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion." said the plucky little snowman brightly. "But I couldn't help but overhear that you need help reading books, and that's my very favourite thing to do now. I've learnt more big words!"

Elsa and Anna chuckled, Elsa even more so. She missed Olaf, up in the forest. That being said, Anna had asked to take Olaf back to Arendelle; the magic that enabled Olaf to live also enabled Anna to know if Elsa was okay, no matter where she herself might be. Having Olaf around gave Anna peace of mind, and that was all Elsa cared about.

"Might I suggest a map first?" Olaf chuckled happily as he stomped over to the bookshelf and started pulling all the tomes off of it.

The girls watched him in horror. "Anna, please help him before he destroys the entire history of Arendelle." Elsa instructed with her mouth agape.

And so the two girls and their best sidekick delved through all that the library had to offer. But with no idea of where to begin, the maps didn't serve much purpose.

"This is hopeless." growled Elsa, and she spun away from the mess in frustration and sat on the couch.

"Well, what do we do?" asked Anna gently.

Elsa wasn't listening. The scream was sounding again. She closed her eyes and probed at it with her magic once more, but still the icy wall it had created persisted.

"Why won't you show me?" Elsa inquired softly. "Please. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Suddenly, the wall shivered. Encouraged, Elsa pushed a little harder - and then, without warning, the wall cracked, just a little. Elsa opened her eyes in shock - just in time to see ice blast from her fingertips and swirl into the centre of room. Flabbergasted, Elsa, Anna and Olaf watched as the magic slowly began to form, and finally created a sculpted snapshot.

What appeared in the middle of the library was the glistening form of a girl. She wore her hair like Elsa used to - in one single, fat braid - looked a similar age to Elsa, and her face was screwed up in desperate, tormented anguish... like Elsa.

"Who is she?" Anna whispered.

"I don't know. But look!" Elsa said excitedly, standing next to the sculpture, pointing at the book that the girl was pressing to her chest as if it were the only thing keeping her alive. "This book... it's not written in Danish. It's English."

"But we don't speak English in Arendelle." said Olaf uncertainly.

"Which means she's not from Arendelle." Elsa pointed out. She couldn't help herself; she was giddy at finally having a clue as to the girl's whereabouts... a girl Elsa was starting to feel a warm wave of protective affection for.

"You can't go to England!" Anna cried. "It's too far, it's too dangerous, it's too..."

But Elsa wasn't listening any more. Tuning everything else but the ice statue out, Elsa walked up to it and stroked the frozen hair as if she were soothing a sobbing child.

"It's okay." she whispered. "I heard you. I'm on my way. I promise you, you're not alone any more."