So I found this prompt on tumblr from writeworld's blog and sort of fell in love with it. I've had the idea since literally the season finale to write a story where Regina is struck by either Elsa's or The Snow Queen's icy magic and felt this was the universe's way of telling me to finally write it. So here it is. Even I wasn't sure how I wanted to end it so I left it open for interpretation (and tears).
She wouldn't last much longer.
She could feel it. She had always supposed freezing would be a painless death, but she was wrong. Instead of the comforting sensation of numbness, there was only the ugly sensation of a thousand icy knives tearing at every inch of her flesh. She knew, from the moment she was struck, that it was already too late for her. Because who loved her enough to break the curse?
She hid the pain from them until she could sneak away. She left them all celebrating and lost in their own victories which, try as she might, even after everything, she could never really be part of. Maybe it was better this way, dying alone.
But if someone had been watching, by now they would notice that her hair was turning a dark bluish purple, like a raven's wings in the sunlight. Her hands that had once burned bright with the fire of hatred and revenge were now the hue of death-blue tinted fingers and purple tinted nails. If someone had been watching, they would notice that her eyes, glinting with pain, were now like chips of darkening ice. They would see the beautiful but deadly swirls of snowflakes blooming across her skin as easily as paint across an artist's canvas. Her tears froze before they could fall, permanently etched on her tired face. Each breath was a rattling draw, filling her lungs with the cold that could kill. She lay sprawled on the snowy ground looking towards the sky as the snow continued to fall softly all around her. Everything and everyone would go on without her. That thought was her last comfort.
It won't be long now.
All at once the pain overtook her and she knew it was the end. She felt as if her very bones were aflame in some eternal icy fire. She sent her last frigid breath into the air and then there was only darkness and the hollow echo of a beating heart that would not be frozen.
God why is everything I write so depressing?