A/N: To best understand this, I advise you to listen to the soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar. I did my best to match my lyrics with the music, so it may be hard to follow if you don't know the rhythms. I also left out a couple of songs and pieces because they didn't fit my overall story.
Original lyrics by Tim Rice. Music by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Frozen, Tangled: the Series, and all Disney characters making cameos are property of the Walt Disney company.
Cover photo credit to PONZUxPONZU for a wonderful depiction of my all-time favorite queen.
Special thanks to Tumblr user thegoofyholler for inspiration for my version of Maleficent.
One final note: this is meant to be more like a movie than a stage production. Try not to take the details too seriously. I just cranked this out because I couldn't resist of mashing the themes of JCS with some of the themes surrounding Elsa. To me, Elsa has a messianic complex. So...yeah, this was the result.
On with the show!
Change is in the air. A voice calls out: The future is female.
Compelled by some unknown force, humans and creatures from across the Disney-verse assemble into some bizarre gathering. Driven by this invisible force, they set to work in laying out the scene, as if acting out some kind of opera.
The music plays in their heads. They arrange themselves in their various roles. The purpose?
To find a new face for the Disney-verse. To replace the Mouse with someone more relatable, someone with a charisma suitable for the current age. The task seems impossible, for the Mouse is the embodiment of the Disney spirit. No one could possibly replace him in universal appeal. And yet…
There is demand for a queen. A queen who has power but also knows vulnerability. A queen who will not be corrupted by the material things of this world. A queen with the ability to capture the hearts and minds of millions. A queen who is selfless, kind, and compassionate. A queen with a heart full of love.
They have found her.
As the princesses and princes gather in some strange dance, the onlookers watch, spellbound by the performance. The music still plays in their heads, driving them on to some unknown destination.
A black-haired woman walks away from the crowd, climbing a hill as if to get away from the intoxicating influence of the gathering. She stops to look back, just in time to see the deciding moment.
All at once, the princesses stretch out their arms and reach toward the middle of the circle. As they raise their arms up, a figure rises in the middle until she towers over the rest. She stretches her arms wide and soaks in the sun as it shines down upon her platinum-blonde hair and pale skin. The queen is ready.
Everyone disperses. They take their positions. Ready to act out this strange performance. The questions that linger: Who exactly is she? And does she think she is what everyone says she is?