Warning! Child abuse, violence, gore and character death are in this.
This is based on one of the original concepts that I had planned for my story Frozen: Collision, but I scrapped it, mainly because it was influenced by Kingdom Hearts, which in the world of Frozen, wouldn't make much sense. Fast forward a few months and I abandoned this story all together. Partly due to lack of interest , and partly because I would have just wrote a few chapters that were boring, before going into the movie, with a few minor twists and turn, mostly dialogue related. Point is, it was boring to write, and as you can tell by this story's stats, everyone else thought it was boring too. but because it was just laying here, I decided to write the scenes that would be relevant, and it turned into a two shot.
Enjoy chapter one. Note that it has been revised.
"Elsa!" the five-year-old Anna called softly to her slumbering older sister. Without missing a beat, the toddler jumped on her sister shaking her "wake up wake up wake up!" she called
"Anna… go back to sleep" Elsa mumbled the affects of sleep still in her voice. Anna just collapsed on Elsa, ignoring the older girls grunt "I just cant." She said dramatically throwing her arm to her forehead "the sky's awake, so I'm awake. So we have to play!" she told Elsa
Elsa just smiled and pushed Anna's back shoving her off the bed "go play by yourself!" she told Anna good naturedly. Anna landed on the floor with a grunt pouting. She needed to get Elsa to play with her. Her turquoise eyes widened and a small made its way onto her face. She knew exactly how to get Elsa to play with her. With a smile she hopped back on the bed and lifted up one of Elsa's eyes "do you want to build a snowman?" she asked slyly.
Elsa opened her eyes and shared that sly smile with her sister. She always was up for building a snowman. It didn't matter what was happening. That was the one thing that would never change between the two. They were best friends forever; more than that, they were sisters
Demon… monster… creature… he wasn't sure which one was his name, of even if it was his name. All he knew was that he was a child, a six year old child bloodied bruised chained to the ceiling wailing as the whip came down on him for what could have been the one hundredth time in the past few minutes. He didn't know. He couldn't count. All he knew was that he was here, in this place because his parents had abandoned him.
Why? Why did they hate him so much? He never did anything wrong. He was just a child. Alas they never told him anything. They just laughed and hurt him. They never spoke to him. That was a rule. Be quiet and everything will go well. If this was well, he had no idea what would befall him if he broke it.
Each and every day he awoke, this happened. They rarely stopped. It was like they enjoyed hearing his screams, enjoyed tormenting others. Like a sadistic plague that didn't discriminate between anything in its way. why did it have to be him? he knew what he had done was wrong, but this just wasn't a fitting punishment. Anything else would have made more sense to him because he was a child. This… this was something he never even heard them do to anyone else. The only time he heard anyone scream here was when the prisoners were acting rowdy outside. He begged them to stop and just let him go.
But they hadn't. Ever since the day he walked in, he had never been let out of his cell. He was just too scared and broken to try because he knew that they would beat him. He just curled up and cried, waiting for the inevitable. He was never disappointed.
It was pure hell. He could still remember the day he had been brought here. He had killed several people in a fit of rage. He had tried to tell them that it was an accident, but they didn't listen. They had beaten him just as badly then as they were doing now, no matter how hard he had tried to plea with them. Only now he was begging for them to let his suffering end. He would be glad if they would just let him die.
When it was finally over they let him drop to the floor. He landed on his side and he felt pain shoot across his arm. Groaning the child turned on his stomach holding his wounded arm. His back was bleeding, pooling the blood around him. His tormentor walked up to him and stomped on his back eliciting another painful scream, before kicking him making him roll over on his stomach and stomping on his chest. Another scream and he felt something break. He screamed once more his mind begging them to make them stop.
But they didn't. They never did. They just continued to hurt him, day in and day out, physically and psychologically. There was no end it. The man just continued to stomp on his already broken body, breaking him down even more than he already was.
"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Anna cried pulling her sister along while Elsa tried to shush her not wanting to make noises to attract the maids and guards. The two continued to make their way to the ballroom where they would always play and make snowman with Elsa's powers. That was just the tip of the iceberg
The two opened the door and went in. they made their way to the center of the room "do the magic, do the magic!" Anna told Elsa, giggly madly at the idea of it happening.
Elsa had always been able to 'do the magic' as Anna liked to call it. Though they never knew why, they both agreed that it was a lot of fun. They would come down here every night to play, building snowmen and doing other fun things with it. Anna couldn't do the magic, but she never felt jealous. She was just happy that her sister could use the magic for them to play as often as they did every night.
Elsa waved her hands, making a bright blue ball of ice. Anna looked mesmerized by the display "woah" she said in awe. The ice was bright and a bluish white. It was just like the snow of the natural winter
"Ready?" she asked Anna. Anna nodded and Elsa raised her hands firing the ball of ice in the air, where it exploded, showing the two with ice and snow. "This is amazing!" Anna cried, dancing around in the ballroom.
This was horrible. A nightmare beyond the hell that he was in. it wasn't bad enough that he was already inches from death, it never seemed to be enough for them. why couldn't they just let him die? Or let him go. He was of no threat to them anymore. His body and mind were beyond repair. After stomping on him, the man saw fit to cut him taking a knife to every inch of his broken body, cutting his chest, his legs, even his arms. The blood was seeping out each little drop claiming more of his life. Each strike told him that he was nothing to anyone.
He cried out more, but each time he did, another punch to the face was given to him. They didn't care. He was nothing. Less than nothing. He deserved it. Such was his fate.
the two sisters continue their play time, creating snowmen and going down slides, Anna had Elsa create platforms which were steadily climbing higher and higher.
"wait!' Elsa cried, realizing her sister was going faster than she could create platforms. Anna didn't listen, as she just continued to jump and jump.
As Elsa tried to keep up, she suddenly slipped on the ice , making her unable to catch up with her speedy younger sister. Anna jumped screaming with joy, intending to land on the ground.
She never made it. Elsa reached for her, accidently shooting her ice in an attempt to make a safe landing for Anna. Instead it struck her in the head, knocking her unconscious and she fell to the ground, rolling on the floor.
Elsa gasped. And she ran to her sister, taking her sister into her lap. As her fear escalated the room began to freeze over. Tears were falling down Elsa's cheek. What had she done, she needed to help Anna.
The child looked up at his tormentor who was grinning wickedly up at him flipping the blood-stained knife in his hand. There were no words spoken, just the two of them looking at each other eye to eye, sorrow filled green meeting tormenting brown. Nothing they said could ever mount to the pain that the child was feeling.
What was he going to do? He had no way out. No one to help him. They had seen to that.
Could he go on living like this? He was begging for death, but they would never give it to him.
Perhaps it was time. Or so he hoped. He just wanted to die and yet even at deaths door, he could do nothing but hope. It was all he had left. Hope for a death that would free him of the pain that that his life was.
A sudden thump caused the child to flinch. Beside him was a large bucket, filled with water. Were they going to let him drink it. would he be able to feel something akin to pity. Alas, he was roughly grbbed by the back of his neck and thrust above the opening of the bucket, staring into what looked cold and dark
He looked at it, but found himself unable to move. His body was too broken, and all his strength was gone. He just lied there, waiting for the man to hurt him even more. Nothing else mattered to him anymore. He was too weak and he could already feel his life fading away. That's all that he wanted now. To be free of this torment that he was stuck in.
The tormentor let but a howl of laughter and said something, but the child couldn't understand him a moment later, his head was thrust into the bucket.
The boys eyes widened as he was forced under water. The air in his lungs left him and he was unable to breath. Yet his body was to broken and beaten to listen to the urge to fight back. His body seized up and for a moment time seemed to freeze. His lungs burned and he could no longer hold his breath. Involuntarily he opened his mouth and water rushed in, flooding his mind and body. A moment later, he felt his heart stop in death. His body shuddered and stilled as his mind receded into nothingness. At long last, he was free.
His body was floating in some void of darkness, like he was drowning in the sea. If this was death he was more than ready to welcome it. Yet there was something he did not expect about the dark void he was in. It felt warm and inviting.
"This place… it's so warm… This is…." He said to himself, unsure of anything but this now. He opened his eyes. Far below him was a speck of light, calling him from beyond. He had longed for death, yet the light as it shined from the sea, it called to him
And with the wind on the sail behind him, the child wondered just how far he would go.
"Hey! Can you hear me?"
Anna was standing in a room, filed with nothing but ice. It was cold and almost dark. She was all alone and despite her best efforts to call out for help, no answer came for her. suddenly she felt something. Looking up, she saw at a distant source of light. Was it the sun? no, surely that wasn't it. she was in a cavern of ice, how could she see the sun. As she focused her eyes, she saw that the light was not a sun, but a little orb of light, filled with warmth. Anna looked at it with hope, a smile on her face. Her curiosity peaked and she called out to the light "Hey! Can you hear me?"
"I heard your voice… It cut through the darkness around me." A voice said as a small orb of light floated down to her. Anna extended her hands allowing the orb to rest in her arms. It felt so warm and for a moment, she didn't feel so alone. Maybe this orb could help her find a way back to her home and her family. It certainly couldn't hurt.
"All alone I followed the sound, into a sea of light, and found myself here, with you," the orb said to her.
Anna nodded, smiling at the orb. She had called out for help and above anything else, it had come to her when she need it most "You gave me something back when I needed it most; A second chance." The orb told her.
Anna looked at the orb confused. She had no idea what he was talking about, but he seemed grateful "I did?" she asked. All she had done was call out for help, there was nothing special about that.
"But" the voice turned sad "now I have to go back to sleep again.". It sounded regretful and scared, as if 'going to sleep' was something new and frightening, a tri into the deepest darkest unknown. Anna didn't know what that was like, but she knew what it was like to be scared. She didn't want this thing to feel like that. She wanted to help it if she could.
Anna frowned staring at the orb with pity and sorrow "are you sad?" she asked wishing she could do something to help this small light that as seemed desperate for an escape as she was.
The voice turned hopeful "would you mind, if I stayed here, with you?" It asked,
What was left of the child was indeed scared and he had believed that he would have died after what had happened to him. Maybe he had and this was indeed death before he was lost forever. Maybe his mind was making all of it up in order to cope with the pain he had been feeling. All he knew was that he felt scared and didn't want to be alone.
This little girl, whoever she was, she had saved him. He felt happy, something that he hadn't felt in a very long time. He wanted to stay with this girl for as long as he could. He didn't want to feel afraid, or be alone any more. Could she help him?
Anna smiled. How could she turn away this newfound friend when it needed her? As a princess she needed to help out anyone that she could. She needed his help too, if they were going to get out of this cave. "Sure, if it will make you feel better." She said smiling wide at the orb
"Thank you." The orb said, before it went and entered Anna's chest, sending waves of warmth throughout Anna's body. She closed her eyes and smiled enjoying this feeling. She had helped someone and even maybe, had made a new friend to help her in a time of need.
Anna awoke in her own bed, dazed and confused. There was something wet on her face. Raising her hand, she found herself crying. Why was she crying? The last thing she remembered was that she had been playing somewhere, and then being alone in this dark icy cave. How did she get back here? Did a guard find her unconscious and bring her home? A smile reached her lips. If she was at home, maybe she could play with Elsa, like they had yesterday! she got out of bed and went down the hall, where her sister was. She could barely make out her sisters form before she shut the door on her.
Anna was shocked, she had come all this way to see Elsa, and yet, before she could even say a word, Elsa just shut her out!
Day in and day out this continued, leaving Anna wondering way Elsa hated her. She didn't know why Elsa was doing this. All she knew was that she had lost a friend. She hated it, but she didn't know what to do about it. It wasn't like Elsa was listening to her. Every time she tried, Elsa would just tell her to go away, as if she hated Anna.
But why? Elsa was her only friend. Why wouldn't she speak to her at all? They had always done things together, but ever since that day, Elsa shut her out and she didn't know why. Anna used to wish that Elsa would play with her whenever the sky was awake, but now, all she wanted was a friend.
"Isn't there anyone out there for me? All I want is a friend." she whispered. It had been a few days since Elsa had moved out of her room and those past few days were horrible. Elsa never came out of her room and always shut her out. Anna didn't understand. They always played together before so what had changed? Had it been something Anna had done? There really was no other explanation for it, so it was all that Anna could come up with.
She had even tried asking her parents, but they always said the same thing Elsa needed her time alone because she was studying. Well of course Elsa was studying to be Queen, but that was for grown ups!
Little did she know, sitting beside her, was a ghost of a boy who also wanted a friend. He gave her a smile, before fading into the air, waiting for the time he would be needed.
Originally the idea I had planned for when Ranger was killed by Elsa, his soul was to bond with Anna so he could escape death, which would have led to a sequel where Anna had fire powers and he would be a voice in her head. Again, during development, I scrapped the idea because I just found it too weird, but this is how it would have started.
If anyone would like a better story, read Frozen Collision and it's sequel, Judgment.