This is my Very first fanfic! I'm ok with criticism, but please don't flame me. After all, I'm new.
Frozen 2
The Uprising
She heard the footsteps before they even entered her hallway. She quickly ran to her door, locked it, and started pushing her dresser to barricade it.
Her small body quivered violently with the effort, but she succeeded. The man outside pounded on the door.
"Young lady! Open this door." She was about to reply, but her breath caught in her throat. The pounding stopped, followed by shaking. "Open this door! I command you!"
She finally managed to reply one word. "No." The man was fuming. "I am going to count to three! One... Two..." She braced herself, curling up in the corner. "Three!"
The wooden door shattered into slivers as the guards smashed it. The man in the middle smirked cruelly at the pitiful sight of her in the corner. She opened her eyes, and they widened at the sight.
Tears started streaming down her face as the realization hit her.
I'm trapped.
The man pulled on white gloves, and a pitch black whip. She backed up farther into the corner of her room in the cabin.
The man motioned the guards, and they grabbed the fragile 8 year old, gripping her firmly, and turning her so her back was facing the man.
The man pulled up her shirt, revealing her bare back. It was covered in long, thin scars.
She didn't even struggle. She knew she was doomed. The man leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear.
"Happy birthday darling."
The whip came down quickly, and she cried out in pure pain. The whip came down again, and the same death cry sounded.
After eight strokes, the whipping stopped. The guards dropped her into the ground, and she landed knees first.
Her hands followed, and she was left there on her hands and knees, crying and bleeding.
The man took off his gloves and handed them to a guard before motioning the guards to leave.
He paced around until he was facing her, yet she didn't look up at him. Her arms were trembling, and you could see the wet drops falling onto the dry wood.
The man grinned. "How does it feel my daughter?" She didn't reply.
The man paced over to the fireplace, staring intently into the flames.
"Fire. Such a beautiful thing." He murmured before turning back to her.
"Do you know why you are whipped?" He bent down and grabbed her cheeks fiercely, forcing her to look at him. "Answer me."
"I-I killed mom." She spat, looking back at the floor as soon as the man let go.
"Good." He chuckled before drawing a short sword from his belt.
"And I'm tired of you. You remind me too much of her." He turned around, fingering the dirk. "And now you are going to die." She still didn't look.
He chuckled, raising the dirk. "Goodbye." He had her attention. Her eyes weren't their usual brown. They were orange and filled with fire.
She stood up and sidestepped as the dirk came down beside her. The man turned just as she kicked him squarely in the chest. He fell back onto her bed.
His eyes snapped open and he looked at his daughter. She was staring at the fire now. "It is beautiful..."
His eyes widened as the fire twirled up her arm, not injuring the tanned skin. She looked at him.
"You want the beauty?" The man looked around for some sort if escape. He looked back, and the fire was coming at him. New screams echoed throughout the cabin.
"Then take it." She hissed, spitting on the dead corpse. She walked out of the room, fire cackling behind her.
She exited the cabin, leaving the guards to burn in the wooden prison. She turned towards the castle, several miles away. "I'll have some explaining to do. Nevertheless, Darkewall will have a new ruler."
She chuckled, eyes still glowing as the fire raged behind. "Me."