Exile
Fallen Queen of Arrendelle, Elsa the Ice Witch, sobbed in defeated rage. The tears and the flushed face did no favors to her already worn, and leathery countenance. She was only twenty-eight, but they had been hard years as she pursued her life of authenticity, of 'no rules' as her famous song put it. Already, she had white streaks in her hair, from wild nights, and from overstraining her powers.
"I will kill you all, and your families, and freeze your cities down the subbasements!" She hissed, yanking at the dozen chains leading from her wrists and feet to the men and women who held the Troll enchanted chains, so that several fell down on the ice in fear. She laughed like the sound of ice cracking.
She reached for her powers, but the chains sapped it all away. Horrible little trolls, I'll kill them all when I get loose. She swore an oath of doom in her head.
Elsa, Queen of Arrendelle stood tall, regal now.
"Let me go, and I will forgive this crime."
The sudden calm, and majesty touched the surrounding dozen, and those behind them who waited with pike, and torch, and ready bow. One man dropped the chain, and Elsa grinned confident of her victory.
"You killed my daughters in Artian Cove." An old woman said, and spat on the ice. The spit froze instantly.
Elsa paused, puzzled.
"No, I've never been in Artian Cove. So you see, old…."
"When your councillors said not to freeze the Western Part of the Great Ocean you froze them, for daring to lay on you rules. And then you froze the Ocean because you wanted to skate on a summer's day. My daughters were fishing in a boat in our cove, and your ice came into the cove, and shattered their boat, so that splinters of wood sliced them, and they bled out." The words were heavy, and flat, like stones placed down, one after another.
Elsa shrugged. "Well, I can be hardly blamed..."
"You froze my elk because you thought it would make a good sculpture." A man said, with a face of uncomprehending pain. "He was a good elk. Me friend. And you just froze him, and told me to thank you. I did, because otherwise you'd have frozen me." The man turned aside and wept.
"You killed..."
"My crops died after one of your storms."
"You waved your hand..."
Accusation after accusation flooded her, and finally Elsa had had enough. She threw her head back and roared. The temperature in the clearing dropped thirty degrees despite the chains, and all but Elsa shivered in cold and fear.
"YOU DARE! I am your Queen. What did you think 'no rules' meant, you stupid peasants?"
"Throw her in." A Troll spoke, and a nearby well was uncovered. And then with much tugging and pushing, Elsa, Fallen Queen of Arrendelle fell to what she supposed was her death. Into darkness she fell, and her shoulders were much bruised by the collisions with the stones sides of the well. After a bit, she noticed her chains were gone. Feeling triumphant, oh she would show them, she reached for her powers. They were gone. She fell further until she landed on wet stone.
The air was hideous warm, and drenched with liquid, like in the worst of the high summers she remembered from her childhood, but even worse. And it was night, and strange noises that drove her to madness. She stumbled through dirty rags and oddments stained with sticky liquids with stone brick walls on either side of her.
A man, perhaps, a horrid looking specimen if it was, lay in front of her path between the two buildings. He had dark clothes, and he stank as if he had spent a whole winter without bathing once in the ice water stream of his farm. But she recognized the smell of the bottle in his hand. The clear, square bottle held alcohol.
Being well familiar with ice wine, and vodka from her long nights of partying without end, she snatched the bottle from his hand to drink it. He rose to complain, and she smashed down with the bottle in her hand. The cheap glass shattered, and he slumped unconscious or dazed. Her liquor was gone. Enraged, she leaped down on him, striking, slashing, with the broken bottle. She kept on for longer than necessary, but when she was done, she felt better.
Dropping the bottle, Elsa walked on into the humid night.