The Voice – Frozen Edition
A/N: Halloo! My very first Elsanna fanfic! Please do read and review! Constructive feedbacks are greatly appreciated! Hope you will enjoy!
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Elsa, a very popular singer, would be the judge in the phenomenal talent show called 'The Voice'. Anna, who idolizes Elsa, decided to audition. Unbeknownst to both of them, their encounter would unfold secrets from the past that were best left forgotten. After all, the past was in the past.
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"Kristoff! Hurry up, big guy! It's Elsa! I don't wanna miss a thing!" A bubbly girl with strawberry-blonde hair and remarkably freckled cheeks rocked the balls of her feet back and forth in excitement. She was waving more than enthusiastically for her childhood friend to move faster, as a sea of people kept swarming in order to get an ample view of the stage.
"Whoa! Chill there, Feisty-pants! I'm right behind you!" The blonde guy yelled in the ocean of squirming heads in order to get his message across. With his huge muscular built which was quite the opposite of her friend's petite features, he was a walking disaster to move without bumping other people or stepping on their foot along the way.
Anna, instead of slowing down, glided towards the stage as smooth as silk until she was right in front of the massive raised platform in all its grandeur. Numerous spotlights hang on the ceiling, some even dotting the expansive floor; huge banners of four popular judges were posted on the wall. The stage was both captivating and amazing at the same time – it extended as far as her turquoise blue eyes could unravel; in the middle, narrow pathway was also set up, so that singers could come closer to the audience. On the far side of the stage, large screen projectors were also set up for easier viewing of the fans.
To say that Anna was thrilled was an understatement! She was beyond excited! She was in euphoria! It was like a dream come true to finally see her idol, Elsa, up close and in person whom she could only see in television or hear on radio. She could not believe her luck – of all the places, they chose Arendelle City to hold the very first season of 'The Voice', a singing competition television series that would be broadcasted across the nation.
After a minute or so, Kristoff had finally managed to shove people off and was standing right beside Anna, his hands on his knees as he panted heavily. Then throwing a glare alongside, he spoke "That is one heck of fangirling mode, Anna! Sneaky moves you got there, hey? I've had a change of perception about you, just now." He teased, waggling his bushy eyebrow at her.
"Oh hush, will you? I'm just… it's just… y'know! Finally," She squealed in delight, her two braids bouncing together with her. "It's Elsa! Never in my wildest imagination did I dream that I would see her! I was like 'whaaaaat', when you told me about this and then I went 'wooooooow' and…. and…. I can't stop myself from grinning ear to ear that I'd long for this day to come! And now, oh my goodness! Kristoff! It's happening! Can you believe it? Can you believe it?" Anna was pulling Kristoff's arm wildly in her vain attempt to control herself from hyperventilating.
"I know, I know" He bobbed his head rather incredulously. "Ouch! My arm! You are killing my arm, Anna! Let it go, so the blood will flow!" By this time, the stage had started to dim and Anna all the more clutched his best friend's arm in a firm grip. "This is it! This is it!" She mouthed to him, not letting go of the pale arm in her vice-grip hold. Kristoff could only roll his eyes in response. Heavens, what have I done to deserve this kind of punishment? Kristoff thought pitifully as he dejectedly fixed his eyes on the stage.
Everywhere around them, the crowd had started to chant Elsa's name like some magical spell that trapped and fascinated them into pure bliss. Before the talent show, 'The Voice', would start with all its blind auditions and competitions, the producers deemed it enticing to let the judges of the talent show, share their amazing voices and be heard.
Among the judges included Rapunzel, a blonde haired beauty with her alluring sweet voice; Ariel, a gorgeous redhead with her distinct bright blue eyes; Belle, a strong-willed beauty and brain personified and lastly, Elsa, also known as the Ice Queen. All, except Elsa, had already shared their stunning talents which left the crowd even rowdier and wilder, as they hungered for more performances.
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Will I ever be free from this invisible shackle that bound my neck in tight hold, the invisible chains tied on my arms and feet, dragging me down to my knees until I was left with nothing but dirt and grit in my eyes.
The platinum blonde hair was disrupted from her deep thoughts as her manager, Hans Westergaard, with prominent long sideburns entered her dressing room in a brash manner. He was wearing an expensive pinstripe suit; his light brown hair neatly waxed in place; his vibrant emerald eyes twinkling with pride as he stared at Elsa. He beamed at her, showing his perfectly white teeth, as he strode towards her. Elsa smiled back tentatively as she glanced at him from the mirror facing the door. He placed his huge hands at her shoulders, his eyes taking in Elsa's in the mirror.
"You look beautiful, Elsa!"
The young singer was indeed radiant and astonishing in her light blue dress layered with glittery snowflakes that emphasized her curves with its fitted bodice. She stared at her own reflection, those blue orbs sparkling magnificently under the light, her own rosy cheeks complimenting her thin lovely lips and small nose. Certainly, she was very attractive.
However, beyond this ravishing appearance hid the wounded girl with her scars and dark past. It was a distant memory that seemed to happen ages ago and yet still haunted her as if it was just yesterday. If only she could return to the past and change what had been done, she would do so in a blink of an eye. Unfortunate as it was, the past was in the past. There was no turning back. You only move forward, a small voice rang inside her head.
"Thank you, Hans." She whispered softly as she broke eye contact from the mirror and faced him timidly, her hands clasped in front of her chest, a habit she always did whenever she was nervous.
"You're up, Elsa. Don't worry, you'll do great!" Her manager encouraged her, clasping the small of her hands into his and conveying his words with the sincerity of his emerald eyes. He slowly kissed her on the forehead, lingering a moment too long than necessary. Not trusting her words to speak what was on her mind, she simply nodded her head in agreement, hoping to believe his words as they were.
As she headed out of the room, she inhaled a lungful of air to calm her nerves and clear her mind. She tried her best to focus on her performance and yet a part of her dreaded the moment to come. Every time she would perform in front of a large crowd, it was as if she was time travelling to her dark past, with fear knocking on her door, its long sharp claws ready to pounce at her anytime and there was nothing she could do but watch everything unfold in her own eyes. It was exactly seven years since that incident happened and yet that fragmented memory lingered in her heart and changed her forever. After all, fear would strike when least expected.
Aside from the loud clicking of her heels against the smooth tiled floor of the building, her own heaving breathing coupled by the erratic thumping of her heartbeats echoed tenfold inside her head. With her long strides, she was able to reach the back stage where she could hear thousands of voices mingling into one, all calling out her name. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.
The show must go on.
Conceal it.
Don't feel it.
Don't let it show.
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Slowly, bright spotlights shone in the middle where the stage floor opened to reveal the platinum-blonde hair beauty as she ascended quite fascinatingly. She took in the audience with a quick wave and sincere smile as her hands cupped the microphone and started singing.
All the shine of a thousand spotlights
All the stars we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough
Never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll
Never be enough
Never be enough
It was as if the world had stopped spinning as Anna watched the young singer perform in all her glory. It was breathtaking and intoxicating all the same time, leaving the strawberry-blonde hair in shock and reverence that her turquoise eyes brimmed with tears of happiness.
For me
Never, never
Never, never
Never, for me
For me
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
For me
For me
For me
Kristoff was nudging her, trying to get her attention, but Anna was spellbound. "Are you okay?" She could distantly hear her blonde friend fretting over her, waving his big hand over her face but it was all so much to take in. Any moment now, she could feel her heart swelling in ecstasy that words had even failed to describe.
If only she could freeze this moment a bit longer, live in this surreal dream much longer and own this radical fantasy…
However, all things, good or bad, must come to an end. This moment was transitory, few minutes would go by and it would be nothing but a flashback of memory. And yet, the emotions that were stirred, the feelings that were awakened, were nothing short of lasting. It was as if a small fire had been ignited in her heart and Elsa had fanned the flames, making the spark bigger, stronger and bolder.
As Elsa, sighing with relief, bowed and waved happily at the audience, her blue eyes swept over two intense turquoise orbs watching her with awe and pride. However, what struck her the most was the prominent white streak in her strawberry-blonde head. Her heart in her throat, she blinked a few times, squinting every so often, trying to get her bearings if what she saw was indeed what her mind was screaming inside her head.
Unfortunately, before she could get a better glimpse, before she could decide what she saw, Hans, her manager, had moved towards the stage, hugged her briefly and offered her a bouquet of flowers forcing her undivided attention to him. She dutifully accepted them, though her head jerked towards the audience, hoping to catch a glimpse of the petite woman.
Alas! Lady Luck was not on her side.
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"Hey! Anna, wait up!" Kristoff was running after her best friend, earning dagger glares from the crowd as he stomped and bumped them along the way, trying to keep up with her. Finally, he was able to grab her shoulder and forced her to face him, rather worriedly.
"What's wrong? Are you alright, buddy?" Kristoff looked at her with his huge brown eyes filled with worry. He was not quite sure how to put up with the strange behavior of her friend. One moment, she was bubbling with happiness; the next, she was glazed in awe; after which, she looked like she was on the verge of tears; and now, she was running away. Why are girls so hard to understand!?
Anna glanced back at him, initially distraught and apprehensive but in a speed of light, her features crept with burning desire and passion. "Are you kidding me? Of course I am! In fact, I'm feeling extravagantly fabulous! Mega-fabulous, if you know what I mean!" She responded lightheartedly.
Then twiddling her hands nervously, she shyly peeked at him, whispering almost inaudibly. "Will you support me?"
Kristoff had his mouth opened, clearly not following his friend's line of thought. "Support you in what?"
"Oh come on, Kristoff! Don't be thick-headed! You know what I mean!" Anna stated with her cheeks flushing, as she slapped him on his biceps good naturedly. As always, she was bouncing on her feet happily, waiting for his pea-brain friend to catch up.
"Uhm. Sorry, I'm really confused. Say you what?"
"Urgh! Geez, the blind auditions, what else!" Anna squeaked. "I'm joining the audition!" Anna spoke as if that was the most obvious thing to do, then started to head off towards the far corner where people lined up to take a number and jot down their names.
"Oh! Okay! The audition!" Kristoff bobbed his head, following his friend nonchalantly.
"WAIT WHATTTT!" Kristoff's voice boomed like an outrageous beast that Anna cringed and had to cover her delicate ears from such an offensive attack.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" He purposefully blocked her way and held both her shoulders with his huge hands, gripping them a little too tightly. "NO WAY!" He scoffed indignantly.
"Yes way!" Anna chirped in, as she swatted him and moved away from him.
"Anna, this must be heat talking to you or stress talking to you, but you can't!" He tried to reason with her but the latter either seemed deaf or totally ignored him as she all the more increased her pace.
The blonde guy had to jog lightly to catch up with her but the petite woman was just too slick for him, dodging all his attempts to block her way, until he almost crashed into her when Anna suddenly stopped and faced her squarely.
"And why can't I?" She questioned, her eyebrow raised in a challenging manner.
"Two reasons!" Kristoff smirked at her as he backed away a few steps.
"Let me hear them, then."
"First, you don't know how to sing." Anna glared at him. "Errr… let me rephrase that… I mean, yeah, you can sing, but not in front of the large crowd. I can still remember that one time you got tongue-tied and all that!" He waggled his eyebrows at her quite conceitedly.
"Oh yeah? I don't remember!" Anna countered, eyes flashing aggressively.
"Of course, you won't remember!" He scoffed back.
"But anyway, my motto now is you won't know, unless you try!" She replied indignantly as she crossed her arms on her chest.
"Fine, putting that aside. It's because…." Kristoff trailed off, his brown eyes suddenly dark and intense, that Anna could not even fathom what was on his mind.
"Because?"
"Because of….Elsa…" His words slipped that even he was shocked at his own words. He glanced at Anna alarmingly, regretting what his foul mouth had uttered, however, his worry ceased into thin air as he stared at those two innocent-looking turquoise gems.
"What about Elsa?"
"Er….uhm…" He scratched his cheek tensely under her scrutiny, trying to think of something to say. "I guess… you could say that…." He paused, searching for the right words. "As your big brother, I don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your idol!" He grinned at her only to receive a wham in the side of the head. Ouch! That hurts!
"Very funny, Kristoffer!" She huffed, stomped her feet on his, glad for her revenge then took off leaving the stunned blonde guy hopping on one foot, cursing loudly.
As he watched the retreating figure hastily blending in the crowd until none could be seen of her, he slapped his hand on his face rather pathetically, sighing in defeat. He knew he must stop her at all cost however deemed it futile in the face of a determined warrior ready to wage a war. Oh Anna, if only you knew… It is because of Elsa… Because of her, that's why you are like this…
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As she was slowly walking away from the stage towards her dressing room, accompanied by Hans, her mind went haywire she could not process what he was talking about, no matter how hard she try to seem interested. Hans was talking animatedly at her; probably praising her for her world-class performance, probably congratulating her for a job well done, probably bragging about his social connections for landing this job as judge for her, whatever it was, Elsa did not bother to care. Ever since that moment where she had a glimpse of the strawberry-blonde beauty, it was as if her heart was shattered into million pieces while her mind resembled a broken recorder that constantly replayed the brief encounter in her head.
"Elsa?"
The platinum-blonde beauty continued walking, completely in some kind of a daze that she had not heard him calling until a hand clasped her shoulder firmly. Instinctively, she looked back at him with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry Hans, I was just…"
"I know…" He nodded understandingly. "The pressure and all that stuff! But trust me, you did great! You're a stunner!" He complimented her quite affectionately, cupping her cheeks tenderly and closing in the distance between their lips.
At the last moment, Elsa jerked her head away, her blue eyes boring holes into his. "Hans, please. I thought we've agreed to keep everything between us strictly professional."
"I apologize Elsa. I did not mean to…" Hans heaved in defeat, as he put his hands on his pockets. "I just thought I'd help you clear your mind off some things that seemed to burden you."
But clearly, you're not helping at all, Elsa thought darkly.
"Anyway, what's bothering you? Everything's under control." He inquired dubiously as he watched her in the corner of his eyes.
"It's this girl…" Elsa spoke in a small voice that Hans had to crane his neck to hear her properly.
"Who is this girl you're talking about? What's her name?" He asked nonchalantly, his hands now clasped at the back of his head.
"I honestly don't know her name." Elsa kept her eyes on the floor, her hands fidgeting as she spoke.
"Huh? I don't understand. So what was so interesting about this woman, then?"
Silence filled them as their footsteps reverberated along the narrow hallway when she stopped in her tracks and glanced at her manager, her eyes suddenly filled with uncertainty and guilt.
"Because… I killed her…"
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A/N: How do you like the story? Let me know your thoughts! Song used – Never Enough by Loren Allred.