"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
-Carl Jung
Introduction
The world was a maelstrom of ice shards, all jagged edges and biting cold. Shadowy green met crystalline blue, their gazes locked across the battle-torn mountainside. She trembled with equal parts exhaustion and fury. Adrenaline pumped madly through his own veins, but there was no displacing the smirk on his pitiless, angled features.
"Loki," he drawled at last. "Loki of Asgard."
"Elsa," she responded in kind, though an expression of wariness never quite left her narrowed eyes and pursed lips. "Queen Elsa of Arendelle."
Complicated
Their relationship was a... difficult one, to say the very least.
She wanted to attribute it mostly to his own standoffish and stubborn demeanor, but then wasn't that just the pot calling the kettle black? Elsa was no gentle maiden herself. If she had a piece of silver for every time she had ever pushed away Anna or her own parents, her kingdom would be a rich one, indeed. At least she had family and friends to whom she could turn these days; Loki had no one.
But the gods old and new help her if she was not determined to make that change.
Making History
Never in living memory had there been such a blizzard. Not even Elsa's mid-summer snowstorm quite matched this quite frankly apocalyptic weather. It certainly was not the queen's doing... well, not entirely her doing, at any rate.
In retrospect it had been a bad idea to challenge a jotunn to a demonstration of power. Mistress of ice and snow herself, Elsa simply refused to lose.
She cursed herself for it later on. For one, she should have had better sense as the ruler and guardian of her people. That, and any game with Loki concerning ice and snow always turned into a war of attrition. The two were simply too evenly matched. By the time she realized just how powerful of a blizzard they were creating together, it was too late.
The man had the nerve to laugh at her expense, apparently oblivious to the deep drifts of snow gathering around them. "Oh, do not be so sore, love," the Asgardian purred as he took in her indignant scowl. "Though you do look absolutely adorable when you blush..."
Rivalry
Loki Laufeyson had no equal. There was no one in all the Nine Realms who could compete with him in terms of sheer intellect, power, and good looks. (And if the last made him sound vain, what did he care?) He was calm, cool, and untouchable, exactly as he meant it to be. It was not arrogance, merely the unalterable truth.
No, he was not angry at a certain thunder god.
No, he was not jealous that everyone - even his Elsa - had immediately taken to a certain adopted brother.
No, he was not sulking up in the mountains alone, waiting for Thor to leave and quit ruining the small measure of happiness and peace he had found in this small kingdom of Midgard
No, Loki Laufeyson was not angry, jealous, or sulking. He was not...
"Loki?" There was suddenly a light, gentle touch at his shoulder. He peered over his shoulder to see Arendelle's queen looking at him concernedly. "Loki, everyone's been looking everywhere for you. Are you all right?" Whatever was written on his face must have been answer enough for in the next instant she was kneeling beside him, her slight arms wrapping around him. Elsa whispered words of comfort in his ear and rubbed slow circles into his upper back.
No, he did not bury his face in her shoulder like a bereft child.
No, he did not shake like a leaf in the wind.
No, he did not weep as she held him there in the snow.
Loki Laufeyson had no equal... but of all those who resided within the Nine Realms, Elsa came the closest.
Unbreakable
Few things surprised the man anymore, and very little ever truly impressed him. Yet Elsa somehow managed to accomplish both in ways his own sharp mind had never conceived. What was more, she continued to surpass Loki's expectations just when he thought he had seen the woman reach her absolute limit. The end result was that she got the better of him more often than not.
In one instant she could incite his deepest, most hateful anger and in the next tame his foul mood as if it were a babe in need of soothing. Elsa was gifted with all the demure grace and elegance due her rank, but she was not afraid to bear her fangs and and stand her ground when circumstances called for it. Like the ice over which she held sway, beautiful, powerful, and force to be reckoned with. She was world of contradictions, but that was made her strong.
Above all else, however, Elsa was true to her own nature. She knew herself and could never be persuaded from her ideals, not even by his silver tongue. Even the trickster had to admire her for that. Indeed, it was her indomitable spirit Loki had fallen in love with in the first place.
A/N: All right, so here goes my first shot at making a fanfic for this pairing. For you Loki/Elsa shippers reading this, I hope what I've written thus far has tempted you to stick around for more!
Reviews, follows, favorites - any sort of positive feedback sent my way is very much appreciated! Everyone have a lovely evening, and thank you. ;3
-Xen
