A/N: Hello, this is my first fic for the Frozen and The Hunger Games fandoms and although I have not really seen Frozen yet but I already have some knowledge regarding the plot of the film so apologies for any plot inconsistencies. Enjoy!
"Elsa Arendelle."
This was the name that came out of the mouth of Effie Trinket, the Escort of District 12, as she drew a piece of folded paper from the bowl containing papers with the name of the children to be reaped for the annual Hunger Games. Now on it's 74th year, the affair has continuously caused anxiety among the districts and amusement among the citizens of the capitol. Elsa was one of the people who strongly dreaded the Hunger Games, even locking herself up in her bedroom during the previous reapings, in fact, a peacemaker had to coax her out once. Now at the age of sixteen, this would be Elsa's last year to be eligible for reaping and even though that's some sort of a relief to her, there is still a probability of her to be reaped thus she still dreaded showing up.
"Sister, is everything alright?" Anna asked in a soft voice
"N-nothing." Elsa said as she took a deep breath, "I guess being picked to be a tribute is inevitable and I believe I must accept it."
"You don't have to do this." Anna spoke, "Really..."
People were looking-no, staring at Elsa, as if to tell her to stop talking and start marching to the stage and it has been this way as soon as her name was called by the district's escort. Some children were muttering what seemed to be words that were intended to tell her to just step up because there is nothing she could really do about it. Moments later, two peacekeepers stepped in and escorted Elsa to the stage.
"I'll try to come back alive, promise!" were the words of Elsa who already felt really nervous towards her ordeal. She was not someone who enjoyed violence and chances are, she'd be the first tribute to get killed off at the arena.
"Elsa-" Anna spoke, but before she could complete her sentence, the other peacekeepers have blocked her way.
Her older sister was getting closer to the stage now, trembling and bowing her head down. Anna, and the rest of the district, would not dare imagine what Elsa would be like inside the arena, and even during the preparatory stages of the games. Previous tributes of the district, save for Haymitch Abernathy, the sole mentor of District 12, and another victor, usually died early on in the games and one thing for sure, Elsa would just contribute to the continous streak of District 12's reputation of losing their tributes even before the first day of the games would end.
Anna just knew that she could not just leave her sister to the disasterous fate that is waiting for her as soon as she steps up on the stage and she knew that she would be the only one who could do something in the situation unless someone else volunteers on Elsa's behalf, which, by the looks of fear on the faces of the other tributes, is something they are not willing to do. Mustering all her courage, she ran up to the center, just behind the peacekeepers who were escorting Elsa and she made the statement that would forever change District 12.
"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"