Prologue
A man sat in a hall, an eerie glow, originating from the few torches present, filling every nook and cranny. He seemed to sit there for an eternity, dreading the sight awaiting him behind the door. He had been here every day for the last two months. Yet it was still as terrifying as the first day, and every day following that, up until today. The only sound in the hall was the agony and pain filled screams from behind the door next to him. Now the man had heard such sounds on the battlefield, being a veteran soldier and a man gifted in healing magic he had treated many men returning with wounds from battle. But the screams in the hall wasn't from a grown man, these screams were those of an eleven year old girl. The man didn't want to be here, but he had no choice. The King himself had commanded him to do it. So he came here, every night, for two months, to heal a child the same age as his daughter and son. He didn't want to be here at all, and soon he didn't have to be.
The night before he had cracked and told his wife about the kid, the dark magic they performed on her, the experiments, everything. Her eyes had flowed with tears at every word he spoke. He believed she would leave him, take the kids and run. But she didn't, she told him to save the girl, that it was the only way he would be able to redeem himself. Running away would just leave the girl in the hands of another healer. No, he was to go back and get the girl out of there, they would take her north, the kids would understand when they got older. His wife just couldn't bring herself to leave the poor girl.
So he sat there next to the door, waiting. That day he had come up with a plan that could very well go wrong. But his wife had insisted, he couldn't convince her otherwise. Not that he tried, his guilt weighed on him too much. When the door clicked open and four hooded men stepped out, the last one gesturing for the man to enter. He steeled himself, nodded once and walked through the door. Yep, this was the same room he had seen too many times. A child strapped to a table in the middle of the room. Burn marks and cuts all over her body, and runes inscribed on her back. She wasn't crying now, her eyes were empty. There was no personality, no emotion. But the man was here to save her, he turned to lock the door behind him. Once he felt the click he walked to the girl and started healing her wounds. The burns first, they were inflicted by magic, making them easier to heal. Then the cuts. The runes was sadly not possible to remove, they weren't wounds, they were sealing spells from what he could gather. What they kept sealed he didn't know, and for now that wasn't his biggest problem.
He grabbed a steel rod hidden beneath his coat, pried it in the fastenings on the table that held the chains. With his build they snapped easily, but the girl still didn't move from the table. Tears started running down his face, he placed his hand on her cheek. She blinked, once, twice, and focused on the man. A faint glimmer of life in her eyes was his reward. Those cold eyes the girl had was replaced with innocent scared ones. Silently crying the girl sat up and waited a minute to let the tears dry up. She got ready to jump down from the table, and the man saw a flicker in her eyes as she hit the ground.
"I'm so sorry...I'm Sorry for everything" he barely got out through the lump in his throat.
"Don't be" the girl looked at him quizzically, "You did what you were told to do, and you made the pain bearable" she pointed to her head, "the headaches can't be fixed though" she said it like it was something he should know.
"I...umm...uuh..." He didn't believe what was going on here, the fragile little girl that had cried just a minute ago now stood in front of him. A shimmering dark purple glow in her eyes, he had only read about such things, but from the reports it was rare, and dangerous.
"D-Do you kn-know w-what they did t-to you?" he stammered in disbelief.
"Some, during fights, the men would talk from above. I would listen in on them when it wasn't my turn to fight, they were talking about some girl up north and ice. And about something, catalyst I believe they said. They talked about us like we were guinea pigs" the girl tried remembering the times she had been able to hear what they were saying, but her mind seemed foggy and the headache didn't help her memory.
The man straightened himself and took an extra look at her before speaking, "So I gather that you realize what I am doing right? You seem to be more mature than your average kid" if this was the case getting out would be a lot easier.
"I don't know, I haven't met any other kids besides the ones down here. There were ten of us, but now only three is left. Five died in the arena and two from the experiments" she talked about her dead 'friends' with a blank stare on her face.
His stomach twisted and turned, 'What did they do down here? With a face devoid of emotion she just told me seven of her friends died down here' he forced down the nausea building in his stomach with a deep breath.
"So I have plan to get us out but it's risky, I will probably get executed, and I don't wanna know what they are going to do to you if we're caught. But I have a vial here with a liquid that will make you seem dead. Then I will get you out of here" he spoke hastily, healing the girl never took this long. They didn't have much time left.
"Why are you doing this?" the girl asked in confusion.
"I couldn't keep doing it, I wanted to run, leave you here, but my wife wouldn't leave before I got you out. She wants to take you with us, up north. But now I know there are two others down here, how am I supposed to get them out to?" the last sentence more spoken to himself than the girl.
"You don't. Now. Give the vial here" she took the vial from his hands, popped it open "it can't be worse than this right? Oh and by the way I'm Anna" and with that she emptied the little glass cylinder.
The man looked at the girl drinking the potion, before she slowly lost the strength to stand, slumping down on the floor and stopped moving.
"I'm Robert nice to finally meet you Anna.. Here we go" she heard and felt arms lifting her in the air, then everything was dark.
Meanwhile up north a secret meeting was held, to discuss some disturbing rumors spreading in their countries. Sitting around the table was King Agnarr and Queen Iduna of Arendelle. King Frederic and Queen Arianna of Corona. King Fergus and Queen Elinor of DunBroch and all their respective spymasters.
"I thank you all for gathering on such short notice" Queen Arianna said, breaking the silence "I believe you have all been informed about the ongoings in the south?" not asking anyone in particular.
"Yes, from what our spies have gathered they are trying to...create...hybrids like Elsa and Rapunzel" Agnarr answered with a sour taste in has mouth.
"I don't get why DunBroch have to be here, Merida doesn't have magic like your daughters. I'm not saying I don't appreciate the trust you show by having us here. But what can we add to this discussion that will help?" Fergus asked in a polite manner his wife hadn't seen before.
"If what we have heard is true then it will be of utmost importance to be ready for an attack from the south, and if they decide to attack Corona and Arendelle your kingdom would be surrounded, heavily outnumbered and the last kingdom in the way of taking over the north completely, you need to be here to know what is going on and to protect your people" Frederic added in a respectful tone.
"I suppose that makes sense" Fergus replied and looked down at the letter in front of him.
Everyone followed suit, looking at the letters in front of them, Agnarr read his over once more.
Your Majesties
It has come to our attention that the King in the south have heard about the princess.
The rumors amongst the guards seem to be getting more detailed and more true by the day.
The King is trying to create children that can use magic without a catalyst like the princess.
So far it seems to have been effortless, but new rumors is what prompted this letter.
The most recent batch of kids have shown promise, and they are getting trained like a military unit.
Prepare for anything.
John.
"We need to prepare for the worst outcome in this, bolster your Vanguards, if he is going to recreate a child with powers like Elsa we are going to need soldiers that can fight against magic" Agnarr knew this was a sudden call, but they all seemed to agree with him, slowly nodding at the idea he presented.
"I agree, magic has been used for domestic needs for a long time now, but recent events show that the magic we know of is evolving. Reports about people with powerful innate magic abilities are increasing, war as we know it will change, and so will our armies" Arianna added to Agnarrs statement.
"I have to ask... If they succeed with their project... If it's true that is... How do we go about training these new magic-wielding soldiers?" Fergus asked curiously.
"Well it's not going to be easy, but I suggest we start with testing our own guards. Figure out which ones show an affinity for magic, and then take it from there" all eyes focused on Frederic.
"Trial and error? How is that better than what the south does?" His wife spoke up in surprise.
"We would of course let them have the choice, we will be able to find Scholars and Experts in each area of magic. Situate them in schools, and let them handle the teaching of magic. People will be informed about a new school system and that magic will be taught to those who are willing, they will then be informed about the intention and given a final choice in staying or leaving" Frederic paused a second to take a breath, "And they will be asked to keep it quiet until we figure out if the threat is real, telling them we will announce it publicly if war really is unavoidable" Frederic was always quick to find solutions, not all of them equally good.
But no one seemed to have any better ideas, so they unanimously agreed with the King of Corona.
Two five year old princess' shows incredible magic of ice and healing without the use of a catalyst. As if it was a rule, every mage, sorceress and whatever they called themselves had one. A ring, a necklace or a trinket of any kind. They allowed a person to tap into their magic, but not everyone was born with that talent. It was like singing, some people was born with voices that matched an angels, others, not so much.
Some people could use magic, others couldn't. At first it had created a rift between magically inclined people and the rest of the population, but it had been so many years since magic was discovered. It was no longer an 'unfair' advantage, seeing as pretty much everyone could use magic for menial tasks. Lighting a fireplace, watering the garden or even creating temporary lights during the night.
Using magic for combat had never been done before, but now it seemed like there was no option. Because of a king in the south who seeked power over the elements. It was rare to see mages without catalysts, but they had been popping up more and more across the world, during the last two decades. Only it wasn't happening in the south, and that drove the king mad, he kept having children, all of them showed scarce magic reserves and not a single one was showing signs of being a hybrid. It drove him insane. If fate didn't give him what he wanted, then he would create his own fate.
Authors notes: Hello reader, this idea sprang from me watching to many movies with superpowers in it, and looking after my kid sister for a couple of days. Frozen was of course her go to movie and I wanted to write something new, so here we are. This is just the prologue and if the reviews are good, and people like it enough I'll continue uploading the chapters, if people don't like it I will probably still update but at a slower rate. Thanks for spending your time reading my work and enjoy if you decide to continue reading :)
EDIT: Spell checked. Nothing else has been changed.
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