Hello internet!
So um... I had this idea for a Skyrim and Frozen AU thing. Elsanna will be the main focus here and they will not be sisters. Everything may be a little OOC at first, but I'm hoping that I will capture their personalities sooner or later. Yes I'm keeping a lot of the characters in Skyrim (There's just so many!), but I will be putting the Frozen Characters in this story as well. Don't worry. This is more or less the prologue and it is definitely going to be more Elsa-centric. It's going to start off with little kid Elsa and the next chapter will be adult Elsa. No Anna here yet! Sorry all! The next chapter is when we will meet Anna! Promise! It will also be longer (well I hope so)! So please enjoy.
Oh! The name of the title is in the Dragon Language used in Skyrim! It's probably not proper grammar but I tried!
~ TR
Faal Od Valdin ahrk fin Dovahkiin - Prologue
Racing through the old streets, a young blonde girl ran, terrified. She wore what seemed to be a fur dress and fur lined boots. Trailing behind the dress seemed to be a long strand of cloth and fur that resembled a tail. On her head was a fur hat which seemed to belong to a man from the way it fell over her eyes. On the hat were two large points. They were quite furry and matched the dress perfectly. It was as if this girl was trying to intimidate a Khajiit.
The girl ran until she reached a massive stone building, the famed Blue Palace of Solitude. From what she had heard, the palace was an open forum where those in need could speak. At least that was what Dro'Kiraya had told her. The young girl really hoped that the old Khajiit was right. The young blonde stared up at the wooden door, panting heavily and then she shoved it open. Without stopping to catch her breath, she ran thought the entry and right up the circular stair case. The girl didn't stop her running until she was at the foot of the throne of the High King of Skyrim.
"Your Majesty!" The girl cried out, throwing herself at his feet. "Please help! Khajiit's pack is getting attacked! Please Majesty!" The girl's icy blue eyes filled with tears but she kept her head down at the man's feet.
The High King stared down at the young child in shock. Not many little girls would run straight to him to help. Normally they would run to the guards for help. The man's housecarl had his blade drawn and ready to tear the girl off of his feet. With a wave of his hands, the housecarl backed down. The way this girl spoke, it was very similar to the speech patterns of Khajiit. He also noted the fur lined dress, boots and hat with pointed parts that resembled ears. Not many Nord children would be dressing like that, so the King assumed that she had been adopted by a Khajiit family (or Pack as the young femal was calling it). Judging by her manner of speaking, she had been adopted at a very young age since she had definitely adopted their style of speaking.
"Now now little one. Why come to me when you can go to the guards? They would help you right out." The High King said in a kindly voice. He reached down and gripped the girl under her arms. Then his all his Nord strength, he picked her up to her feet to get a better look at her.
"The guards are attacking them!" The girl whined out. She was quite small and very thin. Dirt covered her face and got into her blonde hair that could be seen poking out from under her massive hat. "Khajiit were trying to get cub a room tonight for sleep. The guard pulled them out and began to attack! High King must help Khajiit. Kajiit have done nothing wrong! Dro'Kiraya said that High King would help Khajiit! Please?"
"Majesty, you really aren't thinking of helping? She's with those thieving Khajiit." One of the members of the court asked the High King.
"She even acts as one. By the way she's dressed, she looks like she wants to be a cat." Another spat out.
"Dro'Kiraya is no a thief! None of the pack is!" The girl cried out, enraged that they would just assume such things. They didn't know her pack and how kind they were. The young girl turned to glare at the two who had spoken out against her. They were both larger males with rather smug looks on their faces. Neither male was intimidated by the small child.
"I believe it is a matter I will look into." The High King decided quickly. "Come Torygg, I want to come with me." At the mention of his name, a young dark haired man leaped up to follow the High King. Removing himself from his throne, he turned his attention to the girl. "Bring me to your family." The High King commanded.
Without hesitating, the young blonde grabbed is hand and raced down the steps and out the building. At first, King Istlod tripped over his feet, as he remarked how speedy the girl was. As they raced through the streets, even Torygg had issued keeping up with the two. After a few moments, they arrived at the front of the Winking Skeever. There they were greeted by seven guards attacking a small group of Khajiit. Only two were left standing at this point. The first was a tall male wielding two steel swords. He seemed to be weakening, but he was definitely protecting an older female Khajiit who was using two iron daggers. Both seemed like skilled fighters with their weapons. However it was strange to see them with weapons as Khajiit tend to favor using their claws in battle as opposed to a weapon.
"No! J'Fabil!" The girl screeched out as a sword plunged through the younger Khajiit male. The younger male coughed and small trails of blood trickled down the sides of his mouth. His pale green eyes locked on to the Nord female and he gave a tiny grin to her before falling forward.
When the young Khajiit fell and the guards turned to the dagger wielding female. They quickly raced toward her, weapons ready to attack. The female quickly turned to stand her ground. Clearly these Solitude guards would not get her to run away. As the guards readied to attack her with their weapons, the Khajiit brought her daggers up and let out an angry snarl.
"Dro'Kiraya!" She screamed. Instead of standing there, the fur clad girl raced toward the fighting. "NO! STOP!" She screamed, extending her arms. Just as she did that, ice erupted from her fingertips and stopped the guards in their tracks. Large icicles shot up through the ground, forming a wall between the older Khajiit and the guards. Not only was there a wall of ice protecting the Khajiit, the guards also found their feet frozen into the ground and their weapons frozen in place.
At that moment, everyone went silent. All eyes were on the small blonde girl. Her hands were still extended from her position behind the guards. Anyone with half a brain could tell that the magic just performed was no ordinary magic. While she could have read spell books, she looked far too young to actually be able to comprehend the spells, much less use them. Not to mention, walls of ice and freezing guards in blocks of ice were not standard spells. To be able to perform anything like that, surely an individual must bevery well trained in the arcane arts before being able to attempt such feats.
It was the Khajiit seemed to be the first person to recover. She sheathed her weapons and raced toward the young girl. Seeing that the Khajiit was alright, the girl raced toward her and leaped into her arms. It seemed as if the female khajiit knew of the girl's abilities with ice.
"Dro'Kiraya!" The girl cried out happily. She buried her face into the older female's warm fuzzy pelt and cried with happiness. "Cub is sorry! Ma'Elsa tried to get help as fast! But cub was too slow and the pack has fallen because of cub!" The young blonde whimpered out, sadly.
"Ma'Elsa, you did what you could, and that is all the pack has ever asked of you my cub." The Khajiit known as Dro'Kiraya cooed back to her in the typical raspy voice that all Khajiit were known for. She adjusted the girl so that now the blonde was resting up against her hips. Young Ma'Elsa clung to the creamy colored Khajiit as if her life depended on it. Not even a dragon could keep her from letting go. Dro'Kiraya padded up to the High King and Torygg and gave a small, rather awkward, curtsey to them.
"Thank you, High King of Skyrim, for helping Khajiit and cub. You are most kind." Dro'Kiraya rasped out in a respectful manner.
The High King glanced at the young girl. She refused to meet his eyes contact. Instead she shied away, hiding her face in Dro'Kiraya's fur. "When she told me it was my guards attacking your people, I couldn't sit around and let it happen. Such prejudices are not tolerated in my city." The High King took a rather close look at the two females. From what he could gather, the elderly khajiit was this child's acting mother. The girl obviously cared for her and the khajiit returnedthose feelings. Dro'Kiraya was a very interesting Khajiit. For one, she wore the clothes of a priest of priestess. Her creamy yellow fur definitely stood out under the orange material. Her eyes were golden and there was black fur that surrouded them, making them stand out even more.
"You are most kind then. Dro'Kiraya is glad that cub had found you." The Khajiit said to him.
The High King nodded awkwardly. He had very few encounters with the natives of Elsweyr. As a boy he had studied much about their culture but speaking with one was very different than speaking with a Nord. After an awkward moment, Istlod spoke. "Are the fallen all of your... pack that your... cub, was referring to?" Their terminology was strange to him, but he did his best to adjust to it.
"Yes." She hissed out. It sounded angry but also very sad. "Most disheartening. We are all that is left." The female's eyes looked down at the little girl who was known as her cub. Her golden eyes met with the girl's icy blue irises for just a moment, before the girl buried her face back into the Khajiit's fur.
The High King nodded. He quickly excused himself and turned to his son, Torygg.
Now Torygg was a good son and a good man. He had recently become engaged to a beautiful woman, Elisif. Soon Torygg would be taking over as Jarl of Solitude and High King of Skyrim. After all, Istlod was getting older. The two discussed what their next course of action should be regarding the Khajiit and the girl (who was definitely a Nord). Seeing that it was their guards who had killed the child's family, it was their fault.
"Why not take her in. Adopt her as my younger sister. The Khajiit can be her caretaker. I'm sure Sybille wouldn't mind taking a break from raising a child." Torygg suggested with a small grin on his face. Despite what a good man he was now, Torygg was a slight troublemaker as a child. Istlod's court wizard was always racing after him. "You did say you always wanted a girl." Torygg said again, seeing that his father wasn't completely sold on his first suggestion. However once he brought up Istlod's desire for a daughter, the High King gave in.
"I will approve of the idea only if you are the one to teach her and make sure that she is well educated..." The man turned to see that his guards were slowly breaking free of the ice spell the girl had put them under. Torygg also turned to observe the guards. For such a small girl, she seemed quite skilled with her ice. Despite the sun shining down on the ice, none of it had melted. Other guards who had not been frozen were currently chipping the frozen ones free. Such a sight seemed to be ammusing for the Khajiit and Nord child. Both seemed to have a face that said "you deserved it."
"We're also going to have Sybille train her in magic." Istlod mumbled quietly to his son.
"Aye... That would be for the best." Torygg replied back equally as quiet. However the younger man seemed to wear a slight smirk on his face. Obviously this girl was a force to be reckoned with.
With their agreement struck, the duo faced the Khajiit and her young cub. Both men wore grins on their faces and they explained their offer to Dro'Kiraya. Golden eyes widened as she listened to their offer. She could definitely see that their offer was the best that she would most likely ever get. Having Ma'Elsa live in the Blue Palace as the adopted daughter of the Jarl and High King would offer her cub the ultimate protection. The offer was even better when they would allow her to act as the girl's caretaker. Almost instantly she accepted. Traveling the harsh lands of Skyrim was no way to raise a cub. If they were in her home of Elsweyr then Dro'Kiraya could do so, but Skyrim was unfamiliar to both of them. Not to mention, she did not wish to take Ma'Elsa out of her homeland.
She and the pack had found the girl during a massive snow storm in had been some sort of skirmish in the area but only the young child was left alive. This had been almost five years in the past. Since then, many of their pack had wished to return to Elsweyr, but none wished to remove the girl from Skyrim. It had been decided that the group would rise Ma'Elsa until she was of age to be on her own. Then they would return to their homeland. That was easier said than done. The land of the Nords was not very kind to Khajiit. However seeing that they had a Nord child in their pack, some would allow them to enter cities and towns. The city of Winterhold was oddly civil to them... until they found out about Ma'Elsa's magic. Then the College of Winterhold took an interest in her. While they would not keep the girl, they did offer the Khajiit assistance when they wrote for it. The Thieves Guild of Riften were also helpful. Of course that was because they would act as a fence for their thieves.
"So will Dro'Kiraya and Ma'Elsa be living here?" Young Ma'Elsa whispered to the Khajiit.
"Yes, cub."
"So Khajiit won't see the mages anymore?" She asked almost sadly. After all, she loved the magic users. They would help her with her magic. While they didn't understand her ability and power, they did assist her in controling it and channeling it to the best of their abilities.
"You shall see mages. Not as many though. That, Dro'Kiraya is certain." With Windterhold being on the other side of the provingce. She highly doubted that they would travel out to Solitude to see Ma'Elsa. Perhaps every so often, but that, the Khajiit doubted.
The High King quickly ordered his guards to clean up the bodies and have them sent to the Hall of the Dead. He has asked Dro'Kiraya if he shoould order the bodies be sent back to Elsweyr, but the Khajiit advised against it. They had promised not to leave until Ma'Elsa was of age to be on her own and they would keep their promise even in death. The four fallen Khajiit would be the first of their kind ever laid to rest in a Nord city. Once that order was seen to, the small group ventured back to the Blue Palace where they would start their new life.
Once the group had arrived, it was Torygg who set up a room for the two females. He sent a nice hot meal up to them and sent them new clothes. Dro'Kiraya was given a new set of hodded priest robes, which she had happily changed into. Ma'Elsa. on he otherhand, didn't want to put on her new clothes. Apparently her furs had sentimental value. Thankfully Dro'Kiraya managed to coax the girl into her newer and far nicer clothes. Ma'Elsa wasn't pleased but when the Khajiit woman promised that she would fashion a pair of new furs for her cub, Ma'Elsa seemed fine with the deal. Now Ma'Elsa, instead of furs, wore a light blue dress. Her sleeves were white as was the hem of her dress. She was given a pair of warm fur lined boots and a simple white hat. The girl didn't much like the hat though. Dro'Kiraya forced her to wear it. She also forced the girl to fix her long tabled mess of a mane.
The cream colored Khajiit managed to use her nimble fingers and a comb to smooth out any tangles in her cub's mane. "Your mane will be the envy of many, cub." The old cat commented as she began to pull it back out of her face. Her old fingers easily tied it back in a simple pony tail. "It is softer than the softest of pelt in Elsweyr and the color of sun on the snow in this strange land." Ma'Elsa turned around and grinned shyly at her motherly figure. Rising to her toes, Ma'Elsa pressed her nose gently against Dro'Kiraya's. After parting, both female's grinned happily. "Now cub, come Khajiit must go greet Ma'Elsa's new pack." Meeting her new pack was something that Ma'Elsa was nervous about.
As the two entered into the court, they were greeted with the sight of almost twenty Nords, staring at her and looking right at her. The only two familiar faces were the High King and Torygg, his son. The High King of Skyrim sat upon his throne. Next to him Torygg stood with his arm out. A young beautiful woman had taken his arms and peered at the Khajiit and her cub curiously. Off to the side, a woman in dark mage robes was standing and seemingly judging them. On the other side of the court stood multiple armored guards. These guards seemed different than the city guards. They were far more intimidating for Ma'Elsa. Sitting by the armored guards were men and women alike dressed in very finely made clothing.
The whole sight was intimidating for the small girl. Finally Ma'Elsa tugged on Dro'Kiraya's sleeve gently. The golden eyed Khajiit looked down to meet the blue gaze of her charge. Quickly she dropped down to the girl's level so that she could speak. Ma'Elsa to her toes and cupped her hands around the Khajiit's ear. With her eyes looking over at the small crowd of people, she asked her question.
"Are all these Nords my new pack?" Her voice wasn't as quiet as she had thought.
From his throne, the High King cracked a small smile. Next to him, Torygg was trying to hold in a small chuckle. The woman attached to his arm was unable to hold back her laughter though. She quickly brought her free had up to her lips to hide her giggle as best as possible.
"I assure you, child, I am no Nord." It was the woman clad in mage robe who spoke up.
Upon realizing that he had been heard, Ma'Elsa rushed behind her caregiver and peered out from behind her legs. The girl was, over all, very shy and timid. The females of the court (with the exception of the mage) couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable. Even the High King of Skyrim couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable.
Rising off his throne, he slowly walked up to the two newcomers. Once he was just a few steps away from them, he knelt down and extended his hand. Ma'Elsa was still hiding behind Dro'Kiraya. When she saw the High King come down to her level, she became less afraid of him. Once he extended his hand to her, Dro'Kiraya gently nudged the young girl toward him. Ma'Elsa stumbled toward the man and gently grabbed hold of his massive hand. In all actuality, she was only able to hold onto two of his fingers.
Istlod gently pulled Ma'Elsa toward him and then scooped her up in his strong arms. The girl was stunned and instantly grabbed hold of his fine clothing. A small line of frost began to form over the clothing, but it quickly faded once the girl realized she was in safe hands. "Ladies and gentlemen of the court," The High King boomed with a smile. "Let me introduce you to my new daughter." Light applause sounded through the court after that. "The Khajiit know her as Ma'Elsa, but here in court she will be known as simply Elsa." More polite applause filled the court.
After the king's statement, Torygg approached the two with the beautiful woman. "Hello Elsa, my name is Torygg. I'm going to be your big brother." The young man gave a kind smile which his new little sister returned.
"My name is Elisif. " The woman spoke, she too seemed nice. "I'm going to be married to Torygg soon. So that will make us sisters." Elisif had light broen hair, and she looked very pretty. She was also very young like Torygg. The couple seemed barely of age but they looked at eachother like lovers.
"Ma'Elsa is happy to meet you." The girl said quietly. "Oh! Elsa! Elsa is happy to meet you. Not Ma'Elsa." She quickly amended. The three knew that it would take Elsa quite some time to start speaking like a true Nord and not like a Khajiit. It would be a lot of work, but it was something that the three of them could handle.
The rest of the day was spent with Torygg and Elisif showing Elsa and Dro'Kiraya around the Blue Palace and Solitude. Many citizens did not seem to trust Dro'Kiraya, as she was a Khajiit. However both Torygg and Elisif made it quite clear that the elderly Khajiit would be treated with the utmost respect. No one dared argue with the son of the High King, but they still did not trust the Khajiit.
By the end of the day, all four people were exhausted. Young Elsa had insisted that they go down to the docks because she wanted to see the boats. Neither Torygg nor Elisif could understand why she liked the boats, but they didn't argue with the mgical child. Down there she was accidentally knocked off the docks. Somehow she had caught herself on a platform of ice that had formed under her. This, naturally, terrified all the guards. The had started spouting off nonsense about how she was cursed with magic. One angry look from Torygg quieted them down enough to help Elsa climb out of the Solitude Inlet. After the whole dock fiasco, it was decided quickly that it was time to return to the Blue Palace.
That night, Elsa and Dro'Kiraya settled down in their room. The room had two single beds, one for the Khajiit and the other for Elsa. Once their head hit the pillows, they were both fast asleep. From this day on, Ma'Elsa of the Khajiit Caravans would be known as High Princess Elsa of Skyrim.