"You live in fear of the Change of Seasons but father, I am the Winter."
-Anna, Tiny Elephants, Chapter 6: Remember, Preview
Will I ever write a fic where Agnarr is not a total asshole? I doubt it. In other news, Tiny Elephants will be getting a new chapter soon. I promise to make up for the neglect with this chapter.
Story Summary: It’s hard for Anna to piece together why the first five years of her life felt like summer, and the rest have been as lonely as a beach after a snow storm. She is the Heir to the Throne of Arendelle, a land that knows no change in seasons, just the whims of a Voice that can manipulate the cold. It is the source of the devastation in Anna’s homeland, but it is no where to be found and cannot be reached.








