Okay, this story is about Elsa's son and my OC from our time.
I don't own Frozen.
"Natalia, what the hell was that?"
"I'm trying, ok? I'm sorry."
"Well, sorry doesn't cut it. Get your head in the game."
What the- Conceal it.
Who does she think- Don't feel it.
Natalia sucks in a breath of fresh air. Filing her lungs with oxygen, she tries to relax.
You can do this, come on.
Conceal it, don't feel it.
She chants in her head, then exhales through the nose. She opens her eyes and she knows that she can do it. This is it; it's now or never. She looks back at her team's goalie and raises her hand while looking around.
Okay, I only got one marking me. I can do this.
She chants again, fingers twitching, adrenaline flowing, feet itching to run, lungs burning- the goalie kicks the ball, sending it flying past the line that marks the half of the field.
Natalia starts running. The ball crashes down between two defenders, both who miss it as it bounces toward her.
In that same second, she has it.
You can do this.
A defender passes by her-
Come on.
-but she easily flicks the ball to her right and evades her.
"Natalia what the hell was that?"
No, what? You can do this.
She kicks the ball forward a little.
You can't do this.
The other team's goalie reaches out.
You're a failure.
No! Conceal it,
Fingers twitching, adrenaline flowing, feet running, lungs burning and Natalia kicks the ball.
Conceal it, don't-
The goalie stops it.
-feel it.
Now, as she stands there dumbfounded, she hears it. She hears the screams of frustration from her teammates.
Conceal it,
She hears the disapproving yell from her coach.
Don't feel it.
She hears the roar from the sea of parents.
"Natalia, what the hell was that?!"
I-I'm sorry.
She jogs back as the goalie kicks the ball.
I'm trying.
The ball soars through the air, and just when it hits the ground, the referee blows his whistle.
We could've won.
She walks to the bench, head down, shoulders slumped.
Now we lost and it's your entire fault.
Natalia looks up, puts on a fake smile and she knows-
Well, a tie isn't that bad.
-she knows that she's not going to hear the end of it.
"Good game."
Natalia smiles a little and hugs him.
"Thanks, dad." She says, and then frowns with his next comment.
"You played really well."
She looks up, eyebrow raises. "At least someone thinks that."
Now he looks at her, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing, just forget it." But she doesn't.
Prince Orion of Arendelle stands quietly in front of his mother.
She, on the other hand, is nowhere near quiet. Queen Elsa of Arendelle is mad, and when she's mad, it's not pretty.
"In all my years I have never- Orion? Orion!"
"What? Oh yes, mother, you where saying?"
The Queen sighs and straitens her spine.
Orion never did quite like her like this. He didn't like this regal aura she always seems to have in this room- the throne room. He likes her best when she smiles, not when she has that stoical demeanor.
"Orion, you're my heir. You know what that means, right?"
He nods. It means not getting in trouble; not going out exploring; learning five languages; studying all day, everyday; it means not having friends; it means-
"Orion."
He breathes, his knuckles open and the fire in his eyes diminishes.
"Yes, what? I'm sorry."
The Queen smiles. A real smile, not like the fake ones she has had to put up ever since- no, not now. There is a time and place for everything and now is not a time for that.
"Apart from being my heir, you are my son."
Orion looks down, he hadn't meant for any harm. He just wanted to look around the village and, if it weren't for his stupid and useless powers he-
"Orion."
He breathes again and looks up. Dark blue eyes meet frosty blue ones and he sees it, he sees her smile. Her mother smiles, that makes him smile too.
"Come here." She says standing up and opening her arms wide. Her smile increases when he steps toward her.
"I love you, you know that, right?" She whispers as she engulfs her son in her arms.
"Yes, I love you too." He says and relaxes.
He didn't live an easy life, not at all, but he at least had some help along the way.
"I'm here for you." Elsa says and releases him from the hug.
Orion steps back and nods. He doesn't like to show weakness, so he stands straight and bows.
"Excuse me mother, I have to attend to my classes."
"Of course, off you go." The Queen murmurs, lost in thoughts, she sits back in her throne.
Orion walks away.
It's good that he did because if he hadn't, he would've seen Elsa hesitate and open her mouth. Open it to tell him to stay, take a break and talk with her. She of all people knows what it's like to train to rule. She knows the loneliness and she has tried, tried so hard for him to not have this life. To go out and live, but she can't.
She can't because she doesn't know how.
That's why she closes her mouth and thinks.
I'll give him a few days off. She thinks. Of course I'll have to make preparations… but it's perfect.
Elsa smiles, "Kai!" She yells. A few moments later, a plump old man stands in front of her. "Yes, Your Majesty?"
She smiles at one of her oldest friends. "Can you tell me where my husband has gone off to?"
Natalia lies down in the sand. She loves it, the feel of it against the palms of her hands. The way it molds and forms to anything she desires. She absolutely loves it.
"Hey Nat, we're going upstairs, okay?" Andy, one of her best friends says.
She nods, "Okay, I'll be there soon."
"Great, don't take too long though, it's getting dark." He says, as he and their other friends head inside.
Natalia sighs and lays her head down in the sand. Her eyes slowly close.
The sound of thunder wakes her up.
What? How long have I been out?
Another clash of thunder.
Holy shit! She stands up and starts running.
Which way is it?
Everything is dark. "Hello!" She yells,
Nothing.
A bolt of lighting.
"Somebody, please," She yells again. Her voice is muffled by thunder.
Waves crash so far up the shore that she can almost feel the water.
Nothing.
Thunder.
She's freaking out. A gust of wind knocks her back into the sand.
Waves crash. Lighting shines. Thunder breaks.
Oh god.
She stands up and starts running, she doesn't know where. She just runs.
The water reaches her knees now, and she sees light.
A bright, shining orb of light a couple of feet away from her.
Waves crash. Lighting shines. Thunder breaks.
Nothing.
Another blast of wind lifts her from the floor.
She screams as the wind takes her to the orb.
Waves crash. Lighting shines. Thunder breaks.
Then, as she touches the orb, she feels nothing.
Nothing but darkness.
.
.
.
Darkness.
Je m'appelle Orion. Je a 16 ans. J'habite á Arendelle.
Orion writes down in his notebook. He had taken a new liking to the French culture and had asked his mother for French classes. She of course, had been ecstatic and complied faster than blinking.
With a sigh, he stands up and stretches. He smiles contently when he hears the popping of his bones and the sweet relaxation that follows.
"Orion?" A voice asks and knocks on his bedroom door.
"Yes?" He asks standing straight.
A second later, his parents step into the room.
"We have something to tell you." His father states, throwing an arm around his mother's shoulder.
Orion raises a brow. It wasn't like his parent to do something like this. "Great, what is it?"
His parents look at each other. "We want you to take a vacation."
Orion gasps. "You want- a vacation- me- wait, what?"
The Queen laughs, "We think that you deserve some time off."
"Really? Wow, thanks." Orion chuckles and sits on his bed. "Where will I be going?"
The King smiles and sits next to him. "You know the story of The Great Freeze, correct?"
Orion nods, his eyes travel to see his mother's reaction. She looks perfectly fine, contrary to what he thought.
"Well, we want you to spend two weeks in that castle, to clear your head." His mother finishes.
Orion's eyes go wide. "Really?" He had never gone to see the castle himself and to spend two weeks there- you could say he's excited.
"Now, we still have some things to plan but,-" He cuts her off.
Two weeks of solitude.
As he starts to ponder on the thought, he doesn't know what to feel.
Instead, he feels nothing, and it bothers him.
He feels nothing.
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.
.
Then darkness.