Author's Note:
This is going to be pretty dark, so I rated it T, just in case. You have been warned. This first chapter is just a short bit, but I'll have much longer chapters in the future, don't worry!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Frozen's characters or plots, I only own my twists and alterations!
King George flipped through the thick volume, scowling. After a few minutes, completely frustrated, he flung it down onto the floor and shouted, "If we never find the origin, how are we supposed to understand it?!"
Of course, being his wife, I was expected to comfort him and tell him we'd eventually find it. But I always tended to be more truthful towards him. "These things take time," I said, casting a slightly patronizing glance towards him. "You can't search our entire family records in a week."
"Erica-" he began, but was interrupted by a shout, and our eyes widened as we heard Elsa yell, "Momma! POPPA!" Immediately, we dropped the books we were holding and rushed out of the library towards the grand ballroom, where Elsa's yells were coming from. We quickly reached the large doors and shoved against them. It took quite a lot of strength to get them open, and as soon as the doors burst inwards, we realized that it was because they were frozen shut. As soon as we were in there, I almost screamed at the sight. Elsa was kneeling and holding her younger sister, Anna, but that was a minor sight compared to the huge pool of blood on the floor. But strangely, it was rapidly paling, turning into a dark pink instead of the original crimson. I suddenly realized what was happening as the edges of the pool, which were the palest, began frosting over and cracking as they froze.
George whispered, "She'll be completely frozen within minutes." Then he quickly picked Anna up, who was unconscious. The gash in her head was seeping the thick, scarlet blood, and my eyes widened. I was sure that she would be dead at that moment, until George said, "I know where we have to go." Without another word, he rushed out of the ballroom, carrying Anna, and I took Elsa's hand, ready to leave with her, but stopped.
"You're ice cold," I said quietly, looking her in the face.
She paled rapidly and looked up at me. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident!"
As I looked around the ballroom, I saw the hills of snow and the crumbled remains of what was apparently a snowman in the corner, and the icy floor. It was just the girls playing in here, having fun. My heart softened as I looked at Elsa. "It's all right. She'll be okay," I said, though I couldn't be sure. Though I liked telling the truth, that wasn't what Elsa needed to hear right now.
I tightened my grip on her hand, no matter how cold it was, but as we left the ballroom, I noticed something strange. On Elsa's face, there was a small, trembling smile.