"Bring me the book." The woman never needed to name the book; not that she knew the title of the book anyway. The name of the book had been lost to the ages, and even without a name, it was well known for having darkness follow it where ever it went.

"Of course, your Highness." She heard one of her minions shuffling to the bookshelf, and after a moment's pause, grabbed something, before shuffling back. At least I don't need to tell it which book, she thought, as a snow-white hand slowly appeared from the shadows, holding the ancient tome that she had requested as if it burned it. I had to destroy the five before one of them figured it out.

Snatching it from the hand, which promptly returned to the shadows, the woman turned back to the desk in front of her, and taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the book.

A wave of black magic rushed out of the book and flowed around her, causing her to smile. Setting the book down, she began picturing the ritual that she required in her mind. Keeping her eyes on the book, she watched as as a page turned by itself, quickly followed by another, and another. Soon, the book was flipping through pages, going to the one that she wanted.

Once, she would have opened the book, and read every dark spell, every blood ritual, every evil incantation. Now, since she had read the book from cover to cover, she just had to think about what she wanted and the book found it for her.

After some time, the book slowly stopped stopped, finally ending up on the ritual that the woman required. She scanned it, making sure that it was the same as she remembered from the last time she saw it. Grabbing the book, she turned toward an empty space on the floor and began to draw the intricate signs and symbols needed for the ritual, double-checking to make sure that every one of them were correct.

That's the problem with dark magic, she laughed to herself, as she corrected a symbol for the fifth time. If any of it was messed up, it would have terrible consequences. Then again, as she stood up, moved out of the hexagon, and stared down at her completed handiwork, the benefits far outweigh the risks.

"I need six of you," she ordered, watching as shapes separated themselves from the shadows and began to make their way toward her. Pointing to the hexagon, she then directed them to stand on the points of it, just inside the border.

Now for the fun part, she thought, smiling darkly, as she removed the magic that was keeping her minions alive. The woman noted with satisfaction that without a sound, they gave their lives willingly and simply melted into a massive black puddle that covered the hexagon.

With that done, she slowly began to read the incantation from the tome, making sure to pronounce each phrase correctly as she felt her magic being pulled into the darkness of the puddle. Even though she knew it would happen, it was disconcerting to have no control on her magic. The temperature in the room began dropping, but she didn't feel it as she continued reading, each word causing more magic to be pulled out of her.

When she felt as if she would pass out, due to her exhaustion, the black hexagon flashed brightly, indicating that it was time to finish the spell. Saying the final words of the incantation, she dipped her free hand into the puddle, and reared back in surprise. For someone who was never cold, it felt as if her hand had just been frozen solid, going all the way to the bone marrow, and shattered. The black gunk coated her hand, and with the last use of her remaining magic, shot it toward the nearest wall, causing her to collapse to the ground, all of her magic spent till it could replenish.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the glob of gunk hit the wall, and with a strange pulse, began pulling the rest of it out of the hexagon. It spread, expanding until it had covered the wall into a massive, black snowflake. Then, without warning, it went transparent, showing a room behind it, completely made of ice.

If an unobservant person looked at it, they might have thought that it was a weird doorway leading into a strange room, but the woman knew better. It was a portal, leading to a land that was similar to her own, but with subtle differences. For months, she had been observing this world, especially focusing on one particular person, waiting for the right time to bridge the gap. That time was now.

Having had enough time to recover, she slowly got up and walked toward the portal. She gently ran her hand across the surface, causing it ripple from her contact. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to step across the threshold when a voice stopped her.

"Your Majesty..." The woman paused at the edge of the portal and turned to see Ice-Shard, the first of her minions she had created, appearing out of the shadows. He kept his eyes downcast and stopped a respectful distance way from the monarch. She waited for him to continue, starting to grow impatient.

"Are you sure this is wise?" He asked, cautiously raising his gaze till it rested upon her, trying not to anger her. As her eyes narrowed, he hastily tried to explain. "Is just...we haven't had time to check out this place and don't know what's on the other side..."

She smirked, as Ice-Shard visibly shrunk back, fearful for his life. While he never would know, she always had a soft spot for her first creation. That being the case, while she would never do anything to him, she didn't let that stop her from threatening him.

"Dear sweet, cautious, Ice-Shard," the woman began sarcastically, laughing at how he cringed at each word. "I've have already checked out this this place. In fact, the only reason I'm going there is to help a young lady come to grips with her power."

He looked at her questioningly, knowing that behind that statement lay a hidden agenda, one that would make sure that she was ahead in the end. "Is that really all, your Highness?"

"Why Ice-Shard," Elsa, the Ice Queen replied, with a wicked grin, "have I ever lied to you?"

Here is my first Frozen Fanfic. While I had this idea for a while, it was only recently, due to a friend's suggestion, that I decided to actually put thought down on paper. I'm not sure if I will continue this story; it most likely depend on the reaction I get from people.

Also, just to inform you, this is my third fanfic, so no guarantees about quality. If you have any suggestions, please, don't hesitate to review or PM me or anything. Thanks again.