Disclaimer: Frozen is Disney's and Rise of the Guardian is Dreamworks'. I do't believe I'm a part of the production team either, except if I somehow have the most epic sleepwalking experience ever, which is pretty unlikely.
Rating: For now, it's T. But it still has the potential of turning to M in the future.
A/N: I really, really have big hopes for this one as I somehow found it capable of breaking through my acute writer's block. I'm sorry this is so short, but I was too excited not to post it immediately! Please tell me what you think of it, short as it is. Does it need fixing? Is it okay? Are there any errors? Hopefully I would post the next tomorrow
Hidden under folds of earth and crumbling planks, a faltering white light hovers at the edge of existence. Inside the darkness of the wooden make-shift tunnels, any source of light is supposed to be very eye-catching, and yet the numerous bodies sneaking about the twists and turns of the structure were too busy with themselves to notice it nor the young woman squatting right behind the light. Her blonde hair was as pale as rays of dawn's sunlight, stray strands of it framing a face all would agree as beautiful under all the ash and dirt covering it. Yet there she was, no different than hundreds of other girls and women in rags slithering about in the darkness of the old mine. Elsa's right hand which was propped up against the ceiling caught the slightest tremble and cursing under her breath, she clenched her teeth and gave the ball of light away to the dark. Soon the rotting planks of wood under her feet trembled and grumbled menacingly, threatening her with a fall at least 3-storey high under. She breathed in the cold air and exhaled between her trembling lips.
This is for Anna, she reminds herself as the tremor died down. Her stretched out right hand felt the wall around her and grabbed something hard and shiny wedged into the ice cold soil. She reached for memories of Anna and fished a sliver of a memory of them playing together as children. As if under a cue, the ground beneath her hand gave away as she yanked at the object.
Out of her left hand, a white light shone coldly, as if it generated its glow from diminishing the heat from around itself. Yet as it shone upon the stone in her hands, the stone glowed yellow and was as warm as the summer sun. Elsa smiled looking at it. It reminded her of her sister.
The tunnel started shaking again. In alarm, she threw the stone immediately into the old tin bucket beside her feet. It gave out a short clank as it hit other stones like it and lost its shine. She pressed both her hands onto the ceilings of the tunnels, smothering the ball of light on her left. She clenched her teeth together as the wood under her shook at the passing of yet another earthworm.
Elsa prayed the tunnel wouldn't give up on her. As she heard the short, shrill scream of a girl piercing the air, she also hoped nothing in the dark would cross her path. Not yet.