i've been listening to let it go on repeat for three hours HELP ME
anyways this is a short frozen au fic, and this story is dedicated to tumblr user johnin aka dizzy, who messaged me last week complaining about the lack of frozen au naruto fics with elsa!ino. this is for you; i hope you like it, even if it is short and terrible. i haven't seen frozen in several months, which is why this is so short; the only scene i really remember clearly is the one with the castle where she's singing let it go, so this is like an afterstory to this scene. i don't really know how this ended up where it did to be honest; i'll find the movie and rewatch it and write a proper au.
i don't own naruto or frozen
i don't even own the idea of elsa!ino; that was given to me
enjoy c:
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Ino stands at the edge of her icy palace, her body halfway off the balcony, and contemplates throwing the crown in her hand out and away, watching the last piece of her past spiral away with the wind.
Then she comes back to herself, at least partway, and realizes that it would be selfish, so selfish to do so; that crown is one of the few pieces left of her mother, and it should be Sakura's. She pulls herself in and backs away from the edge of her ice platform, tucking the spiky headpiece against her chest, cradling it, almost. She'll find a way to get it back to the palace; one last act, before she seals herself off from the world forever. It's the right thing to do, she knows, and maybe it will at least soften the anger she knows Sakura must hold towards her, for how she acted tonight, how she's acted for the past ten years.
She knows that after tonight's display (no, display isn't the right word; disaster would work better, or perhaps fiasco) at the ball celebrating her official coronation as queen, she'll never be accepted as a queen of the people. All she is is a monster; she thinks she's known this, somewhere in the back of her mind, her whole life, and that knowledge had only been strengthened by what had happened tonight. She'd lost control of her power, something that hasn't happened since she and Sakura were eight and five, respectively, and she'd caught her sister with a bolt of magic, almost killing her; if their father hadn't known of the trolls, hadn't known the way to save her, it would have. She still has nightmares of that, although they end much differently.
Ino shakes her head, pulling herself from the past. It's all done and gone, she can't change it; so, there's no point in dwelling on it. This is her home, now; this palace, created by her magic, pulled from her own self. It fits, she thinks wryly. If I'm going to have a real home, it should be made of ice; just like me. That's what she is made of, at her center, she believes; it makes sense, that she'd be able to control the things that her soul was forged from.
"Besides," she whispers to herself, "the cold never bothered me anyway."