Hi, this is my first crossover! It's Wicked/Frozen, hope you like!
Elphaba took one last look behind her as the broom ascended above the Emerald City, hoping to catch just one last glimpse of Glinda, her best- and only- friend. When she had no luck, she turned forward, aiming for the Great Kells. They- she and Fiyero- couldn't return to Kiamo Ko, not after just having left. Fiyero hadn't wanted to fly over the Emerald City, but as best friend and ex-fiancé respectively, Elphaba and Fiyero were obligated to check on Glinda, even if she didn't know they were there. All of a sudden, Elphaba felt Fiyero's straw body jerk upwards.
"Fiyero? Fiyero! Are you okay?" she asked, panicking slightly. After all, no one quite knew how turning into a scarecrow affected one's functions.
"Huh? Elphie, I'm fine. I just, uh, almost fell off. I kind of don't have a spine, but really, I'm fine," he said.
"Oh, Yero, I'm really sorry. It's just, I was so scared when they took you away, and I've never been good at reading the Grimmerie, and I just did the first spell that looked vaguely helpful," Elphaba explained, near tears.
"I'm alive. And we're together. Headed...wait, where are we going?" Fiyero questioned, looking at the familiar yet strangely unfamiliar landscape whizzing by below them as Elphaba's broomstick flew ever higher and ever due north.
"I don't know yet. Past Kiamo Ko. Past the Great Kells. All I know for sure is that we have to leave Oz," murmured Elphaba. As she said it, it really hit her for the first time: she was leaving Oz. Sure, she'd never had much fondness for the place itself, and goodness knows the Wizard was an idiot and most certainly not wonderful, but she had so many memories in Oz- Glinda, Nessa, Dr. Dillamond. Sighing to herself, Elphaba blinked back tears as she corrected the broom's direction. Fiyero smiled sadly at her back, assuming correctly that her sigh was one of sadness for the life they were leaving behind.
"We're together, Elphie. Glinda will manage- she'll be ruler of Oz now, I suppose. But we'll all be fine. Maybe one day we can even go back and visit her," Fiyero whispered into Elphaba's ear, resting his straw head against her back. She smiled to herself as they flew into a new life together.
At the very second that Elphaba had kicked off from the field at Kiamo Ko, Elsa had taken her first ice-creating step onto the fjord around Arendelle. Blinking back tears as she heard Anna call after her, Elsa raced across the fjord to the relief of her isolation on the North Mountain.
As she built her castle, Elsa knew she had to let go of everything from her past. As she climbed the staircase, Elsa paused at the entrance to her room. Closing her eyes, she pulled out the small green bottle that was the only piece of her past she had left. On the day of the monarch's departure from Arendelle, her mother had taken her aside to tell her that the King of Arendelle was not her father. The nearest kingdom, Oz, was apparently the place to search for answers- and just a day's boat ride away. Elsa had had plenty of time to consider her mother's final words to her, and had decided to investigate her past as soon as she was coronated. Unfortunately, it didn't look like Elsa would be learning much more than survival skills in the next few days. Looking at the bottle, with half its label missing, Elsa created a small ice safe for the bottle. She knew that, no matter how hard she tried, the identity of her father was a piece of her past she couldn't lay to rest until she knew who he was.
Ascending the final steps to her room, Elsa stifled a gasp as she pushed the icy door open. The room was an exact replica of the one she and Anna had shared until the accident- until the King had realized she wasn't his daughter, the truthful part of her mind insisted. Knowing this was true, Elsa sat down on her bed, letting a few tears fall for the first time since leaving Arendelle. No one was here to see her upset, or to be hurt by her deeply ingrained fear of herself and lack of control, so Elsa felt secure in feeling for the first time in forever. Sunset found her in the same place: curled up on her bed, staring at the bed that would have been Anna's (had she been in Arendelle's palace), a few last tears creeping out from the corners of her eyes as she tried to fall asleep.
Elphaba and Fiyero had set up camp just north of the Great Kells, using her broom, cape, and a tree to form a makeshift tent. Fiyero had fallen asleep nearly instantly, but Elphaba found herself unable to rest. Rolling off of Fiyero's chest, she pulled her hat towards her. Sewn on the underside of the front brim was a small scrap of cloth, with a crest of some sort on it. She was fairly sure the flower was a crocus. All she knew was that her father had told her- shortly after Nessa's birth, in fact- that she was not related to either himself or Melena. He'd given her this scrap of cloth then, and she'd sewed it into the hat Glinda had given her once she was at Shiz. Beyond the crest, the only hint of her past was one word- Arendelle. The only thing any searches in the Shiz history books had turned up was an obscure reference to a kingdom about a day away by broom (according to Boq's hurried calculations, done between classes on her last day at Shiz). It seemed that she, along with these less-than-helpful clues, had been left with Melena- her adoptive mother, Elphaba reminded herself- one day when Frex had been off evangelizing in a nearby village. Looking back, she supposed her mysterious origins were the real reason Nessa had been so favored. Elphaba suspected her parents had loved her in a way, but Nessarose had always been the clear favorite. Shaking her head to push away those memories, Elphaba refocused her attention on the flower crest.
As Elphaba fell asleep, still angry at the parents she'd never known, she felt her magic surge. The moment she fell asleep, she found herself floating above Glinda- or her dream-self was there, above Glinda. This wasn't the first time this had happened- if she fell asleep angry, her magic took her dreams to the present moment wherever she wanted to be. Elphaba's dream-self looked down at Glinda sadly. The blonde sat on her bed- her very, very pink bed- crying.
"Pink goes good with green. Elphie, we were supposed to be living here together, in the Emerald City. But instead I'm here, the Wizard's gone, Madame Morrible's in jail, Boq's a tin man, Fiyero's a missing straw man, Nessa's dead, and for all I know, you're de…dead too!" Glinda sobbed, curling up on her pink bed, suddenly looking much younger and more vulnerable than Elphaba had ever seen her before. Elphaba wanted so badly to reach out and comfort Glinda, but she could feel her body waking up.
"I'm sorry, Glinda. I'll come back one day, I promise," Elphaba said as her dream-self was whisked back. When she woke up, Fiyero was looking at her in concern.
"Hey Elphie. I guess you're up, then. We'd better get going, we're not quite out of Oz yet," Fiyero said, smiling.
"Oh, of course. Yero, I saw her. Glinda. In my dream. I think…I think she'll manage. She thinks I'm dead and you're missing, but…we can't go back for her yet," Elphaba told Fiyero, climbing aboard the broom and reaching her hand out to him. Taking her hand, Fiyero swung up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I guess that's why you were so restless last night. Because you were dreaming about Glinda," Fiyero shouted as they flew into the wind. Elphaba nodded, eye fixed steadfastly on the mountains ahead.
A few hours later, she pulled the broom to an abrupt halt, shaking Fiyero awake. Rubbing his eyes blearily, he looked at the ground below.
"Where are we? What happened? Why are we stopped?" Fiyero fired off his questions in rapid succession, hoping to get a response from the suddenly quiet women on the broom in front of him.
"Fiyero, as soon as we pass this last mountain, we'll have left Oz. For good," Elphaba said quietly. Fiyero was shocked into silence as he and Elphaba really took in what it meant to be leaving their homeland. Finally, Elphaba pulled the front of the broom up.
"Let's go, Fiyero. The sooner the better," she said. Steeling herself, Elphaba resolutely steered the broom out of Oz, out of the past, into a new life and the future.
Elsa hadn't had quite the night Elphaba had had, but it had been equally emotional. Elsa had dreamt up a thousand ways that that fateful night with Anna could have gone better or worse, and every scenario altered what she did, leaving everything else the same. What if she'd built the snow hills ahead of Anna, instead of after each jump? What if she hadn't made the ballroom quite so icy? Or, most dramatically, what if Elsa hadn't agreed to play with Anna that night? Where would she be now? Probably sitting in the palace, ready for her first day as queen of Arendelle.
Instead, here she was, sitting up in a bed perfect for an eight-year-old but far too small for a queen of twenty-one years, stretching to wake herself up. As she left the bedroom, Elsa created an ice lock on the door- if the past was in the past, she needed to truly live by that, starting with moving out of her childhood bedroom- again.
Walking down the staircase, Elsa found a door near the bottom of the first flight. Assuming it must be the room for the current monarch, she pulled open the door. Instead of a bedroom, she found a windowless, yet well-lit, room full of…icy blocks on the wall. Realizing it was the palace's art gallery, Elsa walked across the room, gravitating towards the spot that belonged to Joan of Arc.
"I think some company is overdue; I've started talking to the pictures on the walls," Elsa sang quietly, remembering all the times Anna would beg her to come and build a snowman.
Elsa shook her head in frustration. She didn't, no, she couldn't, want the past anymore. With a snap of her fingers, all rooms corresponding to one in Arendelle's palace had locks on the doors.
Descending the last steps to the large, empty room on the ground floor, Elsa noted with relief that this floor at least bore no resemblance to Arendelle. Walking through a small archway directly opposite the castle gates, she found herself in a chamber of rooms, perfect, in fact, as her new bedroom and such. Entering the largest of the rooms, she began to decorate, making a conscious effort not to recreate anything of Arendelle. When she had finished, Elsa wandered out onto the snow outside the gates.
Breathing in the cold air, she looked at the open sky. Suddenly, she realized that she wasn't used to being alone. During her thirteen years of self-isolation, she could at least count on Anna knocking at her door each morning. Being truly alone, as she was now, was exhilarating yet terrifying. There were no rights, no wrongs, no rules. While Elsa was ready to move on with her life, she missed hearing other voices already.
Strolling absentmindedly along the mountaintop, Elsa stopped abruptly as she neared the edge of the cliff. She wasn't afraid of falling to her death- the snow would save her- rather, she feared what she might find if she looked down into Arendelle. Shutting her eyes tightly, Elsa began to fight the storm inside of her.
If she looked, she could see what state she'd left her country in, but she would remember whom she'd left behind. Both these thoughts led her to the same place- since running away was technically considered abdicating the throne, Anna was acting monarch. That alone was almost enough to send Elsa charging down the North Mountain. Her baby half-sister wasn't ready to rule a kingdom- Anna had never had any princess lessons, or much beyond the typical royal education. Elsa hoped that Hans had even an ounce of know-how on running a kingdom. Aside from his shameless flirting and bold-faced proposal, he seemed intelligent enough.
Looking at Arendelle one last time, Elsa turned to walk back to her icy palace, alone and free, finally accepting that she had to live her own life.
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-Queen Elsa Thropp