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Elsa:
All of the courage which had pulsed through my veins whilst allowing my powers, my curse, to consume with its icy flames the timid child, terrified of her very self—was gone. I nearly dragged myself up the stairs to the shimmering chamber, and collapsed into the ornate fur-lined throne.
Tears, which were fought back so valiantly, finally broke the dam which had been carefully built for so long. They streamed down my cheeks then froze, leaving trails of frost on pale skin. My shoulders heaved with the noisy sobs, but I could not stop them. I had broken. The demon inside claimed full residency. No longer was I person. Now, I was a hard shell, a mere façade, with a monster living within.
For an eternity I wept pitifully against the arm of the chair. There was no end to the pain, no solace to be found. As the saying goes there is no rest for the wicked. And I was the most wicked of all.
My thoughts were consumed with the terrible things I had done, and had done to me. However, as I wallowed in grief and hatred, frosty gusts, not of my creation, whipped open the doors to the balcony and sent dainty flurries to settle on my heaving shoulders and wild hair. Kisses, as he called them.
The "kisses" abruptly ceased as the portal to reality closed shut with an echoing bang, which rattled the entirety of the palace. For a moment, the only sounds were those of my own uncontrollable weeping. But no longer was I the only body occupying the throne room.
"Elsa…"The voice was one I knew well, although it had been forever since it had last reached my ears. "Elsa."
No, no, no! Not him! Not this! Not now!
At this, the blubbering stopped and my head whipped up from where it previously been buried in the now frost-covered furs. Across the expansive chamber, he leaned against a golden staff, cocky smirk playing at his lips. "Hello Princess. Been busy, I see." His tone was mocking, and his emerald eyes glinted mischievously.
I said nothing, simply stared, unable to move. He leisurely began circling the room in a wide circuit, swaggering around like a pompous peacock while examining my handiwork. "I see you have been practicing. This place…Aren't you proud? What of your parents?" He spat the last word, before continuing sarcastically, "They are overjoyed with their precious little girl and her abilities, aren't they? The perfect child you are—intelligent, lovely, and gifted with unimaginable power. How could one not be overwhelmingly happy?
"So that cannot be the problem. Let me see…what are the possible things you could be crying over? A man perhaps? Has someone broken your little heart? Or do they refuse to notice you? Ha! I would do the same, were I in their place. Maybe you had a little spat with your sister…Anna, wasn't it? She must be grown now, into a strong-willed woman who knows precisely what she wants. Ah…I know. "Daddy-Dearest" has finally developed a spine to tell his favorite child 'No.'"
By this time, he had nearly reached my throne, and his gait turned to that of a predator as he slunk around the back. "But there is possibility…no, no. I must be imagining. Although one might believe…" His next words were growled closely to my ear, "You missed me."
Before I realized what I was doing, I roughly threw out my hand to stop his, mere centimeters from my hip. "Don't you DARE touch me, you bastard," I allowed all the pain and anger I had been feeling to seep into my voice, vehemently spitting the words at him.
Looking a bit taken aback at my forcefulness, he retreated a few steps; hands faced palm-up in mock innocence, chuckling all the while. "My, my. Aren't we upset. "Bastard"…I must admit, the choice of insult was a bit underwhelming, but 'A' for effort, as they say. The princess cursing is a rare occurrence."
"Shut up." I glared at him intensely, but he did not do as commanded.
"Or what? You will make it snow on me? Ice spikes will come flying in my direction? Sorry, Snowflake. Your powers have no effect on me." Again he prowled closer towards me with darkening eyes. "Besides your body, that is. I would love to see more of that. My bed is always open to pretty women…"
As quickly as possible, I darted from my throne. From where I now stood, I tried to muster up enough confidence (which, although was slightly offset by the frozen tear tracks and the occasional sniveling as the after-effects of crying) to say what I wished to him. "I care not what whores give to you what you wish. I am not one of them. I am the QUEEN of Arendelle, and I do not appreciate your blatantly suggestive manner. Especially because you show up after 10 YEARS OF ABSENSE, intent on insulting me in every way possible, and proclaiming your desire to bed me! I cannot believe you have the gall to act as you do!" Much to my surprise, I did not place my parents being…dead on the list/
Anguish ghosted over his features for a second before the mask fell back into place. His smirk, now contemptuous, did not reach his eyes, where fury was brewing. "How dare you speak in that way to me! I care not if you are queen. You are merely a child in a man's world. But you blame most freely. Although the reason for my being gone in not even questioned, you feel it necessary to attack every move I have made thus far! Elsa, queen of a pitiful Midguardian nation few have even heard of, with her perfect world, does not CARE about her friend! Nor does she remember the promise she made!"
My mind went racing, but I tried to remain impassible. "W-what promise? I never made any oath I have not kept with you. Not one. You must be sorely mistaken."
In a split second, he had vanished, and reappeared behind me, a foot away. He closed the distance just as quickly, grabbing me roughly by the waist. His breath was icy against my ear, equally terrifying and heartbreaking. "If you do not recall your promise, then you are no better than the others. That vow was the last glimmer of hope. The last thing of beauty I had left to hold on to. And that you cannot call to mind the pledge made…You deserve to die just as they do. Bitch."
I struggled to free myself, but the more I squirmed and fought, the tighter his arms locked around me. "Let go of me you monster! Let GO!"
He froze, although his grip did not falter. Instead, he growled. "Monster? Even to you that is what I am reduced to."
Even to me? What was he talking about? He was a prince, well-loved (at least, well enough) by his people, and, so he bragged, with unsurpassed powers in sorcery. His older brother, although the "Golden Boy", was a decent friend, although arguments often erupted. He himself was the greatest educator I had ever known, somehow able to show me how to control the curse. If only he had not disappeared would everything be different, as I could control the ice within with his shared knowledge. That was not the case though, and now I was reduced to this terrified animal, hiding away in the mountains.
An icy hand at my throat startled me back into reality. Surprisingly gentle, long fingers looped around the long, shimmering gold chain which and tugged the pendant from its hiding place beneath my gown. Once revealed, he moved to cradle the thing in his palm while he gazed at it from over my shoulder. Much out of character, when he spoke, his voice was soft and forlorn. "I can recall every element of the story of this stone. From its careful creation to its presentation, I remember. We were young, so young. I even more than you, at times. The most prominent example, as now revealed, is this. Everything I was, I am, went into its construction. What I fool I was to give you such a great gift so freely. What a stupid child I was; to trust so wholly, so completely, that I honestly believed you when you swore to me on your very life to hold true to your word and never forget the promise."
"Tell me what oath I made to you, you arse! Tell me now, so I know by what right you have to send me to the executioner's block…" I was cut off by the chain being ripped off my neck, cutting a bit into the skin as it was yanked away.
"You do not deserve to wear this," he snarled, shoving me forward. I was not able to catch myself and went crashing to the floor just as his fingers closed around the stone. "No one does."
A slight glimmer of remembrance crossed my mind. If the stone was destroyed…his fist tightened, knuckles white. The thing in his hand cracked audibly, its sound echoing in the silence. I lunged forward, my scream shrill and terrified. "Loki! STOP!"
Too late, I took action. From his grip, held a heart-level, an enormous burst of energy surged outward, blasting everything in its path into oblivion. As the explosion threw me back with an incredible roar, I was surprisingly at peace. My death, as well as was imminent, but being dead meant everyone was safe. A monster was a small sacrifice to pay to protect the entirety of everything I had always held dear. If I were gone, Anna would never be placed in danger again…
