This is pretty much a fanfiction of Frozen, the movie, but with my twist.
I don't like disclaimers, but thank you to the producers of Frozen and to Rick Riordan, for giving me something to fanfiction.
Hope y'all enjoy (:

The story was always the same: "You showed up on our doorstep one day, and we took you in." That was the only thing Mother ever told me.

But I had a growing suspicion. I was different. No other kid at school had such light blond hair that it was almost white. No one else had icy blue eyes that could practically paralyze someone with a glare.

I was different, and everyone knew it.

My parents would always glance at each other worriedly when I asked where I came from. It was blatantly obvious that I wasn't their child: Mother had dark skin, hair and eyes, pretty much the exact opposite of me. Father had dirty blond hair, with tan skin and hazel eyes. And then there's me; with my nearly-white hair, icy blue eyes, and super pale skin.

Though, what Mother couldn't explain was the Visions. I didn't know what else to call them; they were things I saw that other people couldn't. I always kept to myself. One day, as I walked home from school, I saw a boy being chased down the New York sidewalk by a three-headed-dragon-thingy, all the heads wearing police caps. The boy had a sword in his hand, shouting, "GO AWAY, YOU IMPOSTER HYDRA!" No one gave it a second glance.

It was the day I saw this that I first brought up the Visions during our evening meal. I had described the experience to my parents, and instead of laughing like I thought they would, their playful expressions fell into serious ones.

"Elsa," Mother had said, "I think it's time we tell you where you really came from." She looked to Father, from where she sat across the table, and he nodded. She motioned for him to continue.

"You really did appear on our doorstep that one December evening," his low voice was always reassuring, but now it was tight and full of worry, "but we haven't told you the entire story." Now I was the confused one. Yes, I had been curious about it before, but when I questioned it, both of them brushed it off. Father always had a hurt expression when I asked him such things, but he would always give the same answer. It was almost as if it hurt him to do so. Now, though, as we gathered around the dining table, his features were as they always were; but, a little relief was amidst.

"As we opened the door and found you there, you were not alone. There was a man and woman, the woman holding you. She asked us to take you in, as they were not fit to parent a small child yet."

"What were their names?" I nearly whispered.

Mother and Father both had looks of sympathy. "They didn't tell us. They just said that you were very powerful, and needed to be looked over at all times," Father explained.

"How am I powerful? I'm a nine year old girl, for pete's sake!" I exclaimed, jumping up out of my chair. "Why didn't they keep me? Was I not good enough for them?! Was I not pretty enough, or did I not meet their standards? Why didn't they at least check up on me just once, to know their own daughter was okay? Why did they leave me?!" My 'parents' looked taken aback by my sudden outburst. The room grew colder and colder. "Why didn't they explain themselves, so you could tell me in the future? Why didn't they tell me that I'm so powerful? And from what? What the heck makes me special and different?" The room had considerably dropped in temperature, and I could see Mother start to shiver. It didn't affect me at all.

Mother glanced at Father. I had seen this look many times: it meant they were silently deciding if they should tell me something.

"What? Why are you looking-"

"Elsa, please stop," Father pleaded, but I continued.

"-at each other? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Elsa," Father was starting to get his worried tone out.

Flurried started filling the room. The floor around my feet started coating with ice.

"What are you not telling me? I need to know! Don't keep it a secret this time. I'm not a child!" Faster than lightning, ice spread out from my feet, growing until it reached the corners of the floor and ceiling. The table froze, ornate ice patterns forming on it. (It sort of reminded me of the beginning of Rise of the Guardians.)

"Elsa!" Father nearly shouted. He never shouted. I cringed at the volume of his voice, while Mother sat, crying.

"W-what did I do?" I whispered, looking at my hands, on the verge of tears.

"You're a goddess, Elsa. A Greek goddess, like Zeus and Hades."

Not possible. Not possible at all. Obviously my biological parents had told more to my non-biological parents than they had originally told me. That was sort of confusing.

"Is this what they told you? Is this what you've been hiding from me, all these years?" I asked. I secretly wanted them to start laughing, and then they would tell me I'm actually dreaming. This had to be a dream. I would wake up any second.

But, instead of laughing, Mother nodded. Everything inside me froze.

The Visions. Those creatures only chased after special people.

They're coming for me.

Then Mother and Father.

"Don't worry. There's a special place for you, where you can be safe from the Visions. But, Elsa, they're not just Visions; you're not seeing things. They're real. You can see them because you're special, but the other people out there don't have the same ability as you."

"Are there other people like me, that can see the Visions?" I had no idea what else to call them. Monsters seemed too fictional for the name I was looking for.

"Yes," Mother nodded. "We're going to take you to meet all of them in the morning. Pack a bag with a few changes of clothes, and a few other necessities. Make sure you have everything you need, because, Elsa, you're not coming back."

Well, that was a lot to take in, especially for a nine year old girl.

All I could do was nod. I was leaving practically everything: my home, school, friends (though I didn't have that many), and my parents.

"Will you be coming with me to the special place?"

"I'm sorry sweetie," Father said with more sadness in his voice than I've ever heard. "But no, we can't come; we're not special like you."

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~Aubz