So, I've decided to take on a much different approach to my story writing. I've always been fascinated with supernatural/urban fantasy/paranormal romance stories that usually involve a mortal falling in love with an immortal. I figured that Elsa and Moana would be the perfect characters to allow me to flesh out some new ideas.
I have to be honest though, this is my first time ever writing a paranormal/urban fantasy/romance type of story. So please do go easy on me. Though this is yet again, another Modern AU, this story will also be touching on some Norwegian Folklore literature, and also discussing some Ancient Greek and Ancient Polynesian Mythology.
So I hope you guys enjoy this!
Please note: I do not own the rights to anything. Disney and DreamWorks are the ones who own these loveable characters.
Main Pairings: Moana/Maui, Elsa/Jack
Side Pairings: Megara/Hercules, Esmeralda/Phoebus, Rapunzel/Flynn, Anna/Kristoff/, Merida/Young MacGuffin, Mulan/Shang
Warnings: Emotional/Verbal Abuse, Implied/References to Rape, Attempted Sexual Assault, Sexual Content, Adult Language, Death, Graphic descriptions of blood with minor violence.
Summary: Ever wonder how a demigod and winter guardian would fall in love with two mortals? Two best friends, Moana Waialiki and Elsa Andersen are college students who are trying to navigate their way through the trials and high demands that "life" entails. All they ever wanted was live normal lives. Finish college and receive their degrees. Maintain important friendships and relationships. Get a good paying job. Move out. Find the loves of their lives and live a happy and successful life. That was a life that a normal person would live.
But for Moana and Elsa, that was a different story. Neither of them are aware of the outcomes that are soon to take place, nor are they truly in touch with their inner battles. For starters; after a near-death experience, Moana finds herself experiencing recurring dreams and strange Godly phenomena involving a beautiful, yet a strangely familiar demigod. So the question remains; who is this man? What does he want with her? And why does he keep appearing in her dreams? And after losing both her parents to a horrible accident, Elsa cannot seem to understand why she often finds snowflakes that are trailing her every move. Nor is she aware of a certain winter guardian who is keeping tabs on her. What do these snowflakes mean? Who keeps calling this upon her?
All that changes when two young men suddenly enter into the picture. Two men that have never been seen, nor has anyone ever heard of them. The question is, are they good guys? Or are they bad guys? Moana and Elsa will soon realize that their lives are far from normal than they thought possible.
Enjoy everyone!
Prologue
E. A.
She never expected this day to come.
Never.
In the fourteen years that she's roamed amongst this Earth, she never thought that this would be the day she would be forced to say goodbye to the two people she loved and cherished the most.
Especially on this very day.
The funeral was all black clothes and white waxy faces, every one of them with puffed red eyes. Her little sister, Anna Anderson included. And part of her blamed Anna's baby face and her quivering lips that was responsible to provoke her own tears to flow down her cheekbones. The other part of her had blamed herself. Her stupid and selfish teenage self or causing this unfortunate event to take place.
Then again, everything was always her fault.
That was according to her aunt. The darling aunt that she would shortly be having to live with until the day her eighteenth birthday arrives.
That would be another four years away.
And starting the next day, it will be the first time ever in her life that she would be forced to wake up to tomorrow without her parents. And the thought viciously punctured through blood and tissue and had already made its home through the depths of her bones.
She hated that thought.
She only longed for the feeling of emptiness to vanish from her system. But it wouldn't. And even she was too smart to know that.
Ironically, the sun was shining brilliantly and the virescent colour of the spring day under its glare was offensively bright and cheerful. To her, it was as if they conspired to show her how the world would go on without the both of them. It shouldn't. It wasn't supposed to. Everything was supposed be as grey and foggy as the emotions that were lingering inside her. It was supposed to be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed.
She walks through the churchyard like a silhouette of herself. Her head was bowed, unable to look at the various faces of her family members, tears flowing down her cheeks, her little sister's tiny hand was grasped in her own. But she didn't dare take another look at her face. She wished so hard that she really could as insubstantial as the shadows so that her insides wouldn't feel so mangled. But unfortunately, her wish was not granted. As she solemnly took her seat near the front, the long held back tears began to flow. Her aunt would give her grief for crying. As always, stating that this wouldn't have happened had she just kept her mouth shut. But she was not ashamed to let her loved ones see that her in mourning. After all, she had a right to. They were her parents. And she loved and cherished them dearly.
And now that they're gone forever, a light had been extinguished forever in her heart. Her world beginning to crumble slowly around her.
And it pained her to think that she couldn't take that back. No matter how many times she would beg and plead and cry for her parents, they weren't coming back.
They were gone forever.
She would never see them again.
She sits in her silent grief and patiently awaited the start of the funeral service.
The priest spoke. His words were kind. The tone in his voice laced with compassion. For the rest of the service, it was slower than she could've imagined. Sure, she's attended both her grandparent's funeral. But she was very young at the time. Only the little memories she had of them were the only thoughts she could keep.
So to say, she had never gotten the opportunity to know her grandparents.
And what hurt her the most, was the fact that her little sister would not get the opportunity to love and cherish her parents as much as she had.
Her relatives had the opportunity of sharing their last words. Some were a little bit of humorous, and others were heart felt mixed with a touch of sorrow, and the last bit of words were honest and meaningful.
She couldn't find the courage to conceal her emotions any longer. And as the priest encouraged the rest of the attendees to project their final words, she was unable to hold back the pain that was wedged in the base of her throat.
Struggling to hold back the grief, tears flowed steadily and silently down her immobile face and pale cheeks. The bruising she felt inside, the numbness and emptiness she felt as she drags her feet with her head bowed down behind the mahogany coffins that were slowly being wheeled away. She couldn't bear to let her sister see her like this any longer, so she had walked ahead without her. Knowing full well that her aunt had made sure to pull her sister aside and to let her niece get lost in the crowd alone.
The burial was the most difficult.
The priest had read one last passage. Her eyes become wet, yet she hadn't realized she was crying heavily until her ribs begins to heave like they suddenly weight too much to allow breathing.
The caskets are slowly being lowered into their respective graves through tear stained eyes. So slow that the mere sight robbed her of each breath she tried so desperately to take. Her vision was blurred, the salted liquid leaking from her eyes met her taste buds as the most painful part was taking place. Saying goodbye, although she knew they were already gone, was the most difficult event she ever had to experience.
Prayers were said first. And now funeral hymns were being sung in acapella. Others mourned and grieved. She could feel her sister's curious, but tear-filled gaze boring into her back, but still, she refused to look back.
The other family members slowly dispersed from the grave.
All except for her.
She stands by their graves. Her breathing becoming rapid and uncontrollable.
The numbness of both her parents' loss didn't take long to make its appearance inside her system. And almost instantly, the pain had hit her out of nowhere. And she doubled over, her body racking with sobs. It was more than crying, it was the kids of desolate sobbing that comes from a person drained of all hope. She sank to her knees at the graves, not caring for the dirt that would stain her dress. The pain that flowed from her was palpable.
And she couldn't stop.
She cried until there was nothing left inside but a raw emptiness that nibbles at her insides like a hungry rat. Her irises were threaded scarlet and her eyeballs hung heavy in their sockets. Her whole body hung limp like each limb weighed twice as much as it had before and just moving it about was a slow, painful effort. The sun still shone in the sky, but not for her, the birds sung in bursts of melody, but not for her, for her there was no beauty left in the world.
She was alone. She would never receive the never-ending and genuine love from her parents ever again.
They were gone.
And they were gone forever.
This was all her fault. Everything was always her fault.
She blames herself.
And she would blame herself until the day she died.
Forever.
And when she's on her knees, her shoulders shaking with heavy sobs, it was the sudden change of temperature that forced her to slowly lift her head upwards. The wind picked up slightly, kiss her cheek as the cool frost bit and nipped at her cheeks. It was the sudden clump of wet flakes that clung to her warm flesh.
She uses her arm to wipe the tears from her eyes, though she's still whimpering. But it was the mere sight in front of her that caused her to gasp so suddenly. The wind whispered as the snow fell like confetti onto her lap. She gazes as the swirling white flakes and the lush grass around her collided.
Snow? In Spring?
She looks upwards. The sun was shining brightly above her. Its rays almost blinding her. And yet, tiny specs of snowflakes were falling onto her face, colorless confetti like a wintry ballroom. Alighting on her face softer than the sweet kisses her mother used to plant.
And they hugged her like a day old baby. New and clingy. It was comforting in a way. The wet flakes embracing her with the warmth that she desired. They welcomed her like an old friend.
But with more tears escaping that she couldn't seem to control, more flakes appeared. And they did not stop. They surrounded her and clung onto her like a mother protective over her new babe.
Though she questioned how on earth it could be snowing while spring had just arrived, it never occurred to her of the pair of eyes that stood and watched her from afar.
"…..sa…."
"….Elsa…."
She was unaware of the figure that hadn't taken his intense gaze off her from the minute she had arrived at the funeral.
M. W.
To say that death was something that was a good thing would be an egregious error. And the truth was, no one could really give a definite answer of what something like death felt like. It wasn't something that was necessarily a good feeling. However on the other hand, it wasn't something that could be described as a bad feeling either.
So the question was, what was death? What did something like death feel like?
No one would ever know.
The only way to find out what death truly felt like, was only if that person had actually experienced the sudden feeling.
She was fairly certain she knew what death felt like. Death was cold. Unwelcoming. Dark. Death was water filling up your lungs. Death was slowly going dark, until it melted to a place of darkness. It was loneliness and fear-filled.
At least, that was what others had told her.
Death wasn't kind. She knew that. It snatched where it could, taking people who were far too young, far too good. It didn't pretend to care, it didn't pretend to distinguish. The hooded vale of death had hung over the world for a long time, always threatening.
But again, no one really knew what death felt like.
And right now, death was nearly ripping her apart. Tearing through the blood and tissue and sinking its way to the depth of her bones. Right now, death was leaving her frail and weak. Sure, in the eleven years she's roamed this earth, she knew how to hold her breath underwater in a pool before. But this was, this wasn't like that at all.
Not even close.
The pain that once burned like fire was slowly beginning to fade away to an icy numbness. Black was starting to fill the edges of her vision and the only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat. Her breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps. Seconds passed as she could feel herself laying there, then, just barely, she was able to decipher the voices and the piercing chimes of sirens surrounding her being.
"IS SHE RESPONDING?!"
"I CAN'T FIND A PULSE!"
They were desperate to save her. But even she knew that there was no hope left. She was on the verge of crossing over to the other side. And soon, she would be free. Free from this place that was supposedly called 'home'. When really and truly, 'hell' would be a better way to describe it.
"LACERATIONS!"
"I NEED MORE TOWELS! THE BLOOD IS COMING FASTER! NOW!"
"Sweetie, I need you to stay with me, okay?"
But they lied.
They lied to her. They said so often that when one dies, that they will meet a robed skeleton holding scythe. Others said that one would go to either Heaven or Hell. Others said that one is reincarnated. Others said that one turns into a ghost, while the rest say one sleeps for eternity. Maybe one of those things could happen to someone.
But it was much different for her.
She was fortunate in a way when she felt herself surpass the gruel meetings of Grim Reaper's scythe that would've taken her soul. She didn't find herself walking down the stairs to Hell that waited patiently for its next victim. Nor did she feel the warm greeting of the pearly white gates to Heaven ready to welcome her with open arms. She didn't feel like she was being trapped on Earth as a ghost, nor did she feel like she was sleeping for eternity.
None of this was making any sense to her.
"Stay with me, honey, okay?"
There was a voice that she couldn't perceive.
"THERE'S TOO MUCH BLOOD!"
And another.
"HURRY! GET ME MORE TOWELS!"
And another.
"….na…."
"…..na…."
"Moana…."
There was that voice.
The voice that she always hears in her dreams.
His voice.
She couldn't see him. Not yet. But she could hear him.
"Moana…"
She knew that voice. It echoed in her eardrums, pulsated through her veins. Every time he said her name, it was like a soft lullaby drifting her back to her slumber. That was one of the things she loved about him. She loved hearing his voice. Hearing her name on his lips brought a rush of comfort and security to her heart. She yearned to hear him say her name once again. Just once. Just so she could go back to sleep.
"Moana…."
There it was again. His voice calling out to her. That same, melodic lullaby moving through her eardrums and throughout her entire body. His voice had muted the chaos that was fluttering around her. The energy that leaked off his body surged through her own. She still couldn't see him. Though she wanted to so badly.
She wanted to see his face. To see him. To see his eyes. To hear his low, bassy laugh that was infectious. To hear her name rolling off his tongue just once more. But instead, all she could see was the darkness surrounding her. Various shapes moving around her as foreboding as the shadows slipping in and out of the light. There jumbles of blotchy colors flashing in and out that made no sense. And there were patterns that were changing and shifting.
Frankly, she wasn't sure where she was.
Instead of feeling pain, and more pain piling upon her tiny body, she could feel a sense of warmth surrounding her as she floated.
She was floating.
To where? She had no absolutely no clue.
Wherever she was floating to, she hoped so much that she would be led to him.
"Moana…."
There it was again.
'Just ten more minutes', she wanted to say, 'just ten more….I promise.'
"Moana…. koʻu aloha, stay with me, please….."
'I said ten more minutes!'
She wanted to shout at him. Scold him for once again, ruining her peaceful slumber. Her attempt to move her head, or even open her eyes had failed. No part of her body would allow her the chance to find a response.
'I just wanna sleep! Is that too much to ask for?'
The warmth continued to surround her. And it was almost in an instant that the she could no longer feel the pain that she had been suffering from. It was the warmth that was surrounding her. The warmth that was making her sudden death feel….strangely comfortable.
Comfortable?
Just seconds ago all she could feel was nothing but gentle nudging, the poking and probing, and a wave of immense pain slamming into her body like a shot put hitting the ground so viciously. And the next, she could feel nothing but warmth spreading throughout her body. A tingling feeling almost. Or it could've have been the large massive arms surrounding her body.
He held her close to his chest. Gently rocking her back and forth. And right away, she knew she had found her destination.
She was safe.
As long as she was with him, she was safe.
Nothing could ever hurt her again.
A light was beckoning to her as she could feel the weight of the gravity pulling her upwards from the paved grounds below. Floating up towards the sky. She was wrapped in his arms as he carries her in his embrace. Rising through the blue sky and just mere inches from soaring that bright, beautiful ray of light, so close to the point where she was almost able to taste it-
"I'M LOSING HER!"
"WE NEED MORE TOWELS! SHE'S LOSING TOO MUCH BLOOD!"
Blood.
That's what it was. The warmth abruptly shifting into something else. Burning and uncomfortable. It oozed around her, bubbled and frothed. She wanted to swat it away. But her arms and legs wouldn't let her. They were being pinned down against their will. Unable to move. More warmth dripped off her fingers, and gushed down her cheekbones. It dripped down her neck and flowed down past her shoulders, her hair matted against her tender flesh, clinging to the back of her neck.
"LET ME THROUGH! PLEASE! LET ME THROUGH! I NEED TO SEE HER!"
She knew that voice.
But it wasn't the voice that belonged to him.
"Sir, you have to stand back-!"
"SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!" Her father's voice. He was weeping and wailing. "I NEED TO SEE HER!"
"Sir, please! I need you to stay back!"
"MOANA!"
Her father's voice bounced off the walls of the buildings. His wailing voice pounding against her skull. She wanted to call out to her father. To tell him that she loved him. And that she never meant for this to happen.
But she knew her time here on Earth was up.
She would be departing from this planet very soon.
And right now, her body was screaming to her. Screaming for her to let go and leave so that she didn't feel any more pain. And pain was all she felt. Pain. More pain. So much pain like never before, shooting through her. Burning and ripping and slicing and tearing. Her mind went haywire as she lay on the ground, her heart slowing, breathing too calm and skin paling as her life was slowly, gently, draining from her body like the crimson red blood which was pooling around her.
She never wanted to die. At least not like this.
But that didn't mean that she feared death.
No. She didn't.
And right now, she was ready to make her departure. To leave for good and never come back, no matter how much it pained her to hear her father's loud and bellowing mourn that echoed around her. Crying and begging for her to come back.
And she was ready. Ready to leave. To be free, and to-
"Moana…."
There he was.
And at just the mere sound of his voice, the pain had disappeared almost instantly. Her body cradled in his arms. Her eyelids were fluttering, struggling to lift themselves from the surface. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she lets out a long, breathy sigh as her eyes flicker open.
She sees him.
Really sees him. Her vision becoming clear as her eyes decipher the brown orbs staring into hers. His gaze so intense, so warm, so loving, it brought nothing but immense comfort to blanket her body. She listens to his heart beating.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It was like listening to a soothing melody that she could fall asleep to. His curly mane of locks spilled down his broad and massive shoulders. And the sea of tattoos concealing the skin on his arms was nothing like she had seen before.
He was beautiful. And that's all she knew.
"Koʻu aloha….you can't die…." He whispers reverently. And he sounded like he was choking on his own sob. "Stay with me….please…"
'But….I want to be with you….'
She wanted to say. But just like the rest of her body, her voice refused to work.
"Moana…."
She could only see the light.
The bright shining light that was calling out to her. Beckoning for her to soar through. But she couldn't move. Her body wasn't working. She was stuck. Unable to move forward any further.
The man stared into her eyes. The man in her dreams that she's come to know and to cherish. And she couldn't live without him. She wouldn't.
And it was almost instantly when the world around her suddenly threw itself into reverse.
"I can't let you die…."
'Yes, you can.'
Yes. He could.
Yes. He-
His lips are on hers. Their breaths mingling. Her heart flutters, and her eyelids slowly close shut. And as she's drifting back into unconsciousness, it was the bitter, metallic taste that allowed the warmth to surge through her body once again.
And the feeling in her body drained away until finally, everything was all black.
So this is just the prologue. The events taking place will map out the concepts that are soon to uncover. I hope this wasn't too confusing for you guys. If you have any questions, I can assure you that your questions are soon to be answered in the upcoming chapters.
So please guys, let me know what you guys think! Reviews are much appreciated and welcome! Until next chapter my lovelies! Stay tuned! Mwah*
~Demi