The Girl with a Frozen Touch
Chapter 1: The Magic Room
By: The Firebending Frog
Disclaimer:
I do not own Frozen, It is the sole property of Disney and I do NOT Own Disney despite anyone's deluded ideas about it.
This Fic will be divided into two parts Part one (This Part) Will be very light hearted and in a first person view from Elsa's perspective, The second part will be more brooding and dark but still hold a light hearted tone. Part two will be shared between Elsa and Anna and will begin after a specific (Ahem) Incident where a couple of parents kind of do the wrong thing. But anyway that's a ways away still let's start!
I watched as dresses twirled around me in a hypnotising fashion and grace that I doubted I'd ever be able to have, I was clumsy, and who could blame me? I was Three, so I was bound to be uncoordinated. Stuck in a tiny body that didn't understand how feet worked all that well. As I watched the swirling mess of colour A particular Cyan Dress passed me, It was such a brilliant and chilling blue, I tried to follow it, drawn in by its bright colour. Cyan seemed to catch my eye almost as much as Yellow and Fuchsia if not more. As I moved gentle hands slowly grabbed my midsection. I tried to fight them off but I was simply too small. I was lifted into the air against my will and slowly turned to face my captor.
"Where do you think you're going?" A soothing voice asked that I recognized instantly as my mother's.
"I want the pretty Blue dress Mama!" I shouted before turning into a giggling mess.
"You are truly my daughter." My mother stated with a smile, "You know exactly what you want to wear."
"Then why didn't I get to choose tonight?" I demanded my voice squeaky as I pouted while looking down at the dress I had on made of a collection of greens ranging from dull to bright and lush.
"Don't you like Green?" My mother asked picking up the hem of the dress and examining it with a smile. She had sewn it with Gerda so I could see why she was in love with it, If she hadn't married my father I could easily see her as a seamstress, "I think you look nice in it."
"I like Blue!" I stated excitably my anger forgotten in an instant, "I wanna wear a pretty Blue and White one that matches my hair!"
"But it'll make you look like your glowing." My mother replied as if she was picturing me with an angelic glow surrounding me, "And You don't want to glow do you?"
"YES!" I grinned mischievously , "Then it won't ever be dark!"
My mother laughed at that and put me down, She knew I wouldn't stop saying stuff like that so there was no reason in arguing, However her tone quickly turned serious, "Now don't run off into the dance again or I'll have to put you to bed."
"Awww!" I pouted lowering my head so my platinum blond hair fell into my eyes and blocked most of my vision.
"You don't want to get stepped on do you?" My mother asked bending down so she was eye to eye with me. She began to brush my bangs out of my eyes and the look on her face was warning me of an upcoming trimming.
"Nooo..." I trailed looking back at her with my bright blue eyes, she had a point, getting stepped on wouldn't be pleasant at all.
"Good now stay within my sight Elsa." She ordered standing up briskly before walking over to some fancily dressed lady with striking red hair, I thought it was funny how she'd started walking a little differently the last two weeks. Daddy even told me she was gaining weight and I thought she'd turn into a bear for a few days before she assured me Daddy was just teasing, He did that a lot. But I was still suspicious of the sudden shift and it was becoming ever more noticeable.
Despite how much I didn't want to go to bed the Cyan dress caught my attention again and I went chasing after it forgetting all about our little chat. It was like the conversation flew out my ear like a bird. Being three is great.
I chased that dress around weaving throughout the party. Men in suits had to dodge me, I skirted around ladies, and at one point I was completely engulfed by some woman's massive dress. But as long as I was having fun I really didn't have a care in the world. I really don't remember how long I was running around but the next thing I knew the dress was gone and I was standing in the middle of a room filled with mostly dark blue suits and yellow or pink gowns adorned with white details. It was here that I was scooped up by another familiar person.
"Didn't your mother tell you not to run off?" My father asked looking me right in the eyes. I stared back at him contemplating whether to pull on his moustache or not.
"Yeah but I was chasing the pretty dress!" I squeaked loudly after deciding to leave his face alone. He smiled at my loud outburst and chuckled a little but his smile quickly fell and he grabbed my arm and toyed with it suspiciously.
"You're a little cold honey." My father stated looking me in the eye like I had caused it somehow, I didn't feel cold, if anything I felt really warm. Overwhelmingly actually. All that running around had made me feel a little uncomfortable. The early summer heat didn't help with that either.
"Nope, I'm all cozy." I replied hugging him happily and smiling. He began to rock me back and forth gently while he finished whatever he had been saying to the lord next to him. I just watched the party and let the music flow through my ears making my brain buzz.
"Perhaps it's time for bed." My father suggested while rubbing my back, "You look tired."
"Awww." I pouted sitting back in his arms and looking him in the face with puppy dog eyes, "Don't send me to bed! Please!"
"Elsa!" an angry voice exclaimed and I froze and turned my head to face my mother with a tint of fear, I'd just broken a rule, and I'd only just remembered it. Every bit of our conversation came flooding back like the rivers in the spring and I stared at her guiltily while her gaze almost set me on fire.
"I'm not here." I whispered to my father and he sighed as my mother walked up to me and quite rapidly flicked my ear.
"OW!" I yelped the quick pain subsiding within seconds but it still hurt.
"I think Elsa is just tired." My father told my mother handing me to her. My mind raced wishing he hadn't done that. I pictured her locking me in a tower until I was eighteen and feeding me just enough to keep me alive.
"Hi!" I greeted trying to hide the fact I was afraid of some consequence with very bitter results.
"Elsa I told you not to run off." My mother sighed looking utterly annoyed, "Why do you have such a disregard for authority?"
"Because I am authority!" I replied holding my arms up and not realizing how arrogant I sounded, "One day I'll make all my own rules."
"Not as long as we're around." My father told me before rubbing my hair affectionately, "Haha! Anyway, Goodnight."
"I don't wanna go to bed!" I whined while my face fell into a scowl.
"But you're all cold honey." My mother replied, "Plus you broke a rule, you need a good night's sleep and a warm blanket."
Why did everyone keep saying that? I felt warm not cold, Just because someone broke the rules doesn't mean they're body temperature suddenly drops.
"I'm not cold!" I replied with a smile while feeling my eyes droop, "I want to stay up and chase pretty dresses and..."
The next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed while the sky was lit up with green light. Darn, why did I fall asleep so suddenly, maybe I had been tired and just not realized it. That seemed to be the only logical explanation.
Taking this as an opportunity to sneak back into the ball I climbed out of bed with my bright blue nightgown flowing around me. It barely reached below my knees but that didn't bother me, I liked the feeling of cool air on my legs. I jumped upwards and snatched the door handle, my feet dangled just inches above the ground and with a twist the doorknob gave a click and my door opened. I dashed down the hall in a giggling fit. No one would even know that I'd ventured back to the party. Not my parents, not the guests, and thankfully probably not the castle staff. I came to a halt when I reached the stairs, I had to climb down them and that took some time due to my small stature, by the time I reached the bottom I couldn't even keep my excitement in place, I would be able to run around the dance and my parents wouldn't even know I was there. I pushed open the door and...
The room was empty, It had been tidied up and any evidence of a party had been removed. I couldn't even contain my disappointment it hit me like a rock and sent a sad feeling coursing my body. Everyone was gone and I was all alone again. I sighed and walked to the center of the grand ballroom floor, it was painted in dark shades from the moonlight compared to the bright glow from earlier, It was depressing. All I had wanted was a chance to enter the ball again. Sadness coursed through me and I shuddered as if I was cold. My emotions were mixed and the chill extended down my spine and seemed to pool in my hands and feet
I sat down with a thud and put my hands beside me. I stared at the ceiling trying to find some evidence that this was all a dream and that I would wake up and the party would still be going on. That was when for some reason my hands began to slide outwards until I fell on my back and bashed my head against the ground.
"OW!" I yowled before pausing and looking down curiously at where I had placed my hand. Sitting there was a hand shaped piece of ice that gave off a nice glow, It was a chilling light but still lit up the once dull room. Who put ice on the floor and why hadn't I noticed it earlier?
I touched the ground again and this time where my finger touched ice suddenly grew. I didn't know what was causing it but there could be only one explanation... The floor was magic! I went from disappointed to happy in a matter of seconds and began running all over the place leaving icy footprints everywhere that I'd occasionally slip on, but that only made my delight grow, We had a magic room, what could be better than that?
After a while the floor grew less exciting and I began swishing my hands across it, they created patterns and I eventually started to use the floor like a piece of paper, painting flowers and stars on it with glee. Mommy and Daddy must have known about this and that's why they sent me to my room early, they didn't want me slipping all over the floor while people skated around. That must have been what adults did when I went to bed.
A thought struck me suddenly, maybe if my parents came in here we could have a skating rink like we did in the winter time on the ponds in the gardens, and maybe I was old enough to skate this time instead of watching from the sidelines without even knowing what I was watching.
That thought alone made me dash out of the room leaving the slowly dissipating ice alone long enough to finally melt. I dashed up the stairs twice as fast as I'd descended them and burst into my parent's room.
"MOMMY! MOMMY! WE HAVE A MAGIC ROOM!" I yelled tugging on her shirt.
"That's nice Elsa." My mother murmured before rolling over again.
"But Mommy!" I whined, "It's a skating rink, you have to see!"
My mother elbowed my father roughly my father to wake him up.
"Are we being kidnapped again?" He asked groggily sitting up while holding the knife he usually kept under his pillow with the sheath still on. I blinked at his strange words and sudden appearance of a weapon. Suddenly my smile grew.
"DADDY! WE HAVE A MAGIC ROOM!" I yelled bouncing up and down.
"When did we get that?" He asked the suit of armour next to his bed like it was our butler Kai, he was clearly half asleep but I was too excited and grabbed his hand and pulled on it, he sighed and stood up wearing his sleeping clothes and looking slightly cold and out of it.
Once again it took some time to descend the stairs but when we reached the bottom I pushed open the doors and ran into the ball room in excitement.
"The floor changes! Look Daddy!" I yelled touching the floor.
Nothing happened.
"Elsa honey were you dreaming?" He asked with a yawn while scratching the back of his head.
"No daddy I promise, I was drawing pictures and there were footprints and everything!" I replied jumping up and down and growing annoyed with the floor, "Work!"
"I think you were dreaming." Daddy yawned rubbing his eye.
"Are you nervous?' I asked the floor while pressing my face into it and staring at it suspiciously to no reply.
"Elsa there's no magic room, you just dreamed it." Daddy replied turning around, "Please go back to bed."
"But it's real!" I whined holding my hands out in protest.
"Elsa, that's enough, now get some sleep." He ordered glaring at me and giving me a look that told me that if I didn't listen I'd be in big trouble. He then walked back to bed, normally he'd carry me but he seemed tired.
I turned back to the room.
"I know you're magic." I told it, "Maybe I can only see it."
No response replied to me. It was kind of sad.
But that also made me wonder why it hadn't worked the second time.
"Maybe it only works while the night light in the sky is at its brightest!" I told myself before running back up the stairs in a giddy joy promising myself I'd return tomorrow.
And if my parents didn't know how could it hurt them?
And So ends what I hope will become a good and worthwhile fic, I know where I'm going with this but I don't exactly know how I'm going to get to the end without a few stumbling blocks. This is my first fic outside heavy dialogue and I think I did a pretty good job with it. I should update this frequently, not daily but often. My number 1 priority right now is my TD Fic but I'll write this in my spare time. Until next time enjoy what I've made so far.
Welcome to The Girl With A Frozen Touch my most popular and most interesting story. You're currently reading the revised version of the first chapter as I felt like I needed a better hook. Any chapter that has been scanned for a second or third time is marked with a * at the bottom of the page at the end of the authors note. I'd like to thank you for reading my fic and I hope you'll enjoy it. Most people who read have the same thoughts, it's good but your characters are waaaaay too developed and mature. Yeah, you try writing for a three year old. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this revised version of the first chapter and I hope you can enjoy some of the stuff I push out later, at over thirty chapters now with an average of over 5,000 words, this fic is a huge hit compared to what I'm used to and I hope I don't hit too many delays with Collage this fall.
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