Author's Note: All right, bear with me here guys. After silently enjoying Elsanna from the background (getting fic recs from the glorious snowstorm-thirteen), the time has finally come. I am officially an Elsanna Shipper now, with my very first Elsanna fic, based on the animated Disney Film, Tarzan. If it wasn't already obvious, Elsa is in Tarzan's role, while Anna is in Jane's. Meanwhile my Frozen OC Birger will be taking Kala's place (though being an adoptive brother instead of mother), while Birger's sire, Byrohk, will be taking Kerchak's place, and so on and so forth.

I am really excited for this, and I hope you guys like it too. =3 Review away, and let me know how I'm doing, and if Birger wins over your heart like he's done with everyone he's met to date. XD

EDIT: Had an awesome idea, so I made a teeny little edit. Will explain in the next chapter. ;3

The wind blew furiously as the blizzard enthralled the mountainous land around them. The frost dragons trudged slowly but stubbornly through their home, completely unfazed by the whiteout around them. To their keen, icy blue eyes, the snow was no more concealing the land than the moonlight that scarcely illuminated it. The great white beasts came into their valley peacefully, the wind and raging snow broken by a circular wall of strong, sturdy peaks. Here they would be safe, and undisturbed.

Meanwhile, off the coast but a few miles away, a human ship floated in a blaze as it drifted in the black water, a flaring beacon through the sheer white of the storm. Some of its occupants fought desperately to put out the fire, many not bothering to don their coats, the fire devouring their ship hot enough to nullify the snowstorm. They distributed fire extinguishers, made bucket trails filled with ice-cold water. As valiant as their efforts were, it was clearly a futile effort.

Which was why a single married couple attempted, instead, to flee the ship.

As the dragons nestled in their cove, making their nests and settling back into their home, a small contingent of pups banded together. They were excited to be back home, and now, they planned to play. One pair out of the fluffy dozen stayed close together as the band went off to the escapade: a ten-winter old male, and his young, scarcely winter-old sister. The Brother kept close watch on his sister as the group scurried onward, happy and playful as could be.

Unbeknownst to them, or to their elders, a shadowy beast had followed the herd to their sanctuary…and now stalked the exposed puppies.

The Man struggled to keep the lifeboat still as his wife cradled their child in her arms. His auburn hair blew wildly in his face, the frost encrusted upon it all but getting into his eyes. He blinked them away, shaking his head furiously as he gave a mighty heave and, finally, the boat settled. The Woman let out a relieved sigh before she boarded their last hope, tightly securing their daughter in the warmth of her coat, against her chest. With her child safe in her coat, the Woman then made to assist her husband prepare the boat, and to ensure what few supplies they'd scavenged were not lost to the raging elements around them.

The Child was blissfully unaware, and seemingly unconcerned with the freeze around her…

The pups were daringly close to the boarders of their homeland, finding entertainment in the forest on the fringe. They gallivanted through the hardy trees—plants as much if not more so stubborn than the frost dragons who neighbored them. The young band scurried to and fro, running over each other, wrestling and chasing, carefree and oblivious to their surroundings. The Brother did not partake in what he viewed as frivolities, even being young as them. He instead watched over his sister, whom was drawn by the group mentality, playing and running along with them.

The Brother's ears and nostrils twitched as they tried to warn him, but his eyes remained upon the Sister instead.

Finally, the family made it ashore, even as the flaming wreckage of the ship fell to the wrath it had waged its war with. While the Man and the Woman mourned the fallen, it was past. They now had a dangerous, uncertain future before them. They were alone, isolated, and in a frozen world they did not belong in. But for their child, they would try. Thus did they trek deep into this cold paradise, searching for a place where they could make shelter. The Daughter giggled, and as the Woman pulled down the zipper of her coat ever so slightly, her child waved her stubby arms. The Man followed the gesture, and spotted a cave opening in the nearby mountain wall. He smiled, auburn moustache crinkling with snow, before he gently stroked his daughter's brown-haired head.

There they took their supplies, there they fortified the cavity in the land's bones and made their shelter. There, they made themselves safe, and warm…

They had gone too far, and too late did the Brother realize.

A snapping branch, and he was on the guard. He ran to catch up with the others, where the group had played off to, where his sister had followed. The sounds of yelps, of dragon-pup screams told him it was far too late. He came to a skidding stop at the edge of the trees, gazing in horror before him. Some beast…a monster…had already slain most of the pups by now. It was so big, so black…its corded muscles rippling as its nightmarishly long claws tore through the young dragon flesh, and its yellowed teeth sank into them. The Brother watched as it turned onto his sister, and he howled in fear. Just as he was to leap forward, a shadow covered him. A loud, terrible roar sounded behind him—it was his sire, the mighty Father. The vicious, cowardly beast snarled before snatching the Sister in its teeth, and running off.

The Brother cried out, and made to follow…but the Father stopped him. He met his sire's eyes, and saw in them only sorrow, only resignation.

The Brother fell against the Father's arm, and he cried…

Weeks passed, and the infamous night remained sharp and painful in the Brother's memory. He sat alone, grieving still, even as his herd moved on, at peace and content in their frosted cove. Of course they could forget so easily, it was simple for them. They were not to blame for the massacre that occurred…they didn't have to live with the knowledge that they were the sole survivor, that if they'd just done something, then maybe…maybe the Sister would still be alive… The Brother's ears twitched once again, alerting him to a far-off cry. He looked up and away, listening closely. The cry came again—it was the cry of a pup, and small, helpless pup. His ears twitched evermore as the cry continued to call out to him, and the Brother's gaze grew more and more determined.

He would follow his ears this time.