A/N: This fan fiction mostly follows an original character of mine's story. I'm sure some of you are familiar with the author; "A Cold Touch" and his/her work on Elsanna. If not, go check him/her out. This story is basically a sequel to "Tears of Ice". So yeah you're gonna have to read that before reading this. Now, I am NOT an Elsanna fan. I know big shocker, but after reading "Tears of Ice" I gotta say, even though I've never been really fond of Elsanna incest stories, this story was just fantastic. I just had to make this. So call it a fanfiction of a fanfiction.
FROZEN BERONGS TO DISNEY, NOT DANIEL GALVAN
Chapter One: Who Was That
WARNING: Lots of violence in this chapter. Just to let you know.
A great celebration had been taking place in the kingdom of Arendelle. A scent of chocolate filled the air as citizens danced. Queen Elsa was in attendance along with her sister and wife, Anna.
Everyone had been waiting for the arrival of Queen Rapunzel and King Eugene of Corona. The two kingdoms had arranged a big party to celebrate their new partnership in trade.
"Oh, isn't this wonderful?" Elsa sighed. "Corona and Arendelle, kingdoms united." Even though all other kingdoms had cut off their alliance with her, Elsa still had Rapunzel to count on.
There was no reply from Anna. A loud thud snapped Elsa out of her trance. She looked at her; she noticed that Anna had a surprised look on her face. It was very unusual; she slowly walked up to her younger sister and put both hands on her shoulders. She called her name and shook her by the shoulders.
Just then, Anna's head fell from her shoulders and into Elsa's arms! Elsa shrieked and watched in horror as blood sprayed from where her younger sister's head used to be. "ANNA!"She screamed. Elsa wept like a child and held the severed head of her true love closer to her chest. "Oh, Anna…no…please no!"
The queen looked around the room in panic, trying desperately to find the murderer of her wife. What she saw caused her heart to sink, everyone who was dancing, eating and drinking stopped dead in their tracks. Their eyes were pitch black, and they were pointing at her.
Elsa heard them mumbling something, it was quite at first, but their voice gradually became louder. Soon, she realized that all her loving subjects, even children were shouting "Sinner!" over and over again.
Elsa was frightened and confused. She thought the citizens of Arendelle had accepted her undying love for her sister. She noticed a man standing in the middle of the crowd; he had been silent the whole time.
The man had long, blonde hair and a red mask. He held a crossbow in his hand, and had countless weapons strapped around his body, some were unfamiliar to the Queen. Elsa was scared, had fate abandoned her yet again? The man took his crossbow and aimed it at her.
Elsa clenched her fist and stood her ground. The man fired an arrow at her; its tip was a green color and appeared to be glowing. Elsa conjured a shield of ice to stop the arrow from hitting her. The arrow stuck to the shield, nearly touching Elsa's face.
Just when she thought she was safe, the arrow released a cloud of green smoke around her. As she coughed and wheezed, the man charged at her, dropping his crossbow and pulling a knife from his pocket. Elsa raised her hand, attempting to strike the attacker with her powers.
To her astonishment, nothing happened to him. The man leaped towards the defenseless Queen, pulled on her hair, and stabbed her in the gut. Elsa eyes widened as she coughed up blood.
The man continued to stab her with his knife several more times, yelling "DIE" with every strike. Blood spilled onto the floor below them. Elsa gagged in excruciating pain; blood was dripping from her mouth and gut, and tears were running down her cheek.
The man stopped his assault and pulled Elsa's face closer to his. He took off his mask and gave her a look of disgust. He then chuckled. "Long live the queen." He whispered, then let go of her hair, and laughed as she fell into a pool of her own blood.
Elsa whimpered as her life passed before her eyes. The man noticed what little life Elsa had left and stomped on her head several times. Elsa's head was flattened; the man wiped his boot on the floor and gazed at the broken body of the queen.
It's over.
The man shut his eyes and breathed heavily. When he opened them, he found himself snug in his bed, starring at the ceiling. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Who was that?" he mumbled.
