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Hungry

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Frosted Feast

A/n:

Merry Christmas, here's my present to you

It's a little fucked up though, so be careful

Now, to all of those from my previous fic, Madness of Death, you might be skeptical of this because...

Well, it's Frozen. A Disney princess story. Not exactly my standard batch of mad gruesome fun.

But just trust me. There's a reason I consider this the sister fic to Madness

Now

To all of those not familiar with my previous works and writing style.

Well

If you came here looking for a happy heartwarming tale of sisterly love, filled rainbows, singing snowmen, and fluff...

You are in the wrong place.

I know this is something of a rarity in the Frozen fandom, but this is not a love story. Not in the traditional sense, anyways.

This is going to be a drama-filled, angsty, gruesome, horrific, dark, profound, and morally ambiguous tale that makes you wonder what evil really is.

That's the goal, anyway.

So without further ado, let's begin the tale filled with fractured family, murder, crushed dreams, death, broken friendships, killing, forging bonds, brutal victory, and existential angst.


The man walked through the empty halls of the abandoned section of the castle. It hadn't always been like that, but ever since that day, since they had locked her in that room, it seemed all life had been sucked from the neighboring walls.

Despite the lit candles, the hall felt cold and empty. Chilled air bit through his skin, stealing every bit of warmth they could take. A frosty wind howled through the winding corridors around the tower, and yet, whenever he dared to focus on the sound, it seemed to disappear.

It was no wonder the servants avoided this area like the plague. It felt like the cold touch of the icy mountains themselves had taken hold of this specific part of the castle.

What a terrible curse, it is, that has been placed upon us. He thought darkly with a scowl.

He let out a frosted and angry breath of air, trying to use that anger to force out the fear in his heart. The fear that, much like the frost creeping on the castle, was covering his heart in a fragile shell. It sunk deeper and deeper into his heart each day, and each day he tried to deny it, because he didn't know how to fight it.

With each step he took that fear crawled further and further inside and that cold bit deeper and deeper. He clutched his cloak closer to his shivering body to try and keep it out, but the action seemed more and more pointless the closer he got to that dreaded door.

Finally, he arrived. Stopping right outside the door, he raised his hand to unlock. As he did, his hand froze, momentarily, as he thought about what he was doing. Here, his fear reached a peak, as the thought of what opening that door meant.

It would be so simple He thought To just turn around and walk away.

After all, who could blame me? Even the guards are scared of patrolling up here.

In the end, he steeled himself as he took in an icy breath, filling his lungs with that cutting cold air.

Opening the door in one swift movement, leaving no room for further hesitation, he stepped through the doorway and into the room at the top of the tower. The moment his foot passed the threshold, he heard the Crunch of frost collapsing under his boot. Looking up in a mixture of surprise, wonder, and terror, he saw that the entirety of the room was covered in frost and ice crystals, a layer of fog hovering over everything.

And at the center of it all, was a little girl sitting near the window sill, a bird in her delicate hands.

"Elsa." The king spoke as a puff of hot breath escaped his lips.

At his words, the girl's head snapped up to meet his gaze. A wide smile broke upon her face as she jolted up to her feet, dropping the bird in her hands. Her icy blue eyes lighting up in joy and recognition, her platinum blonde hair.

"Papa!" She cries out exuberantly.

As she races to meet him, the bird in her hands does not right itself and fly away. Instead, it falls to the ground, silent and still, until it finally crashes against the ground. It shatters into hundreds of crimson shards of ice.

One piece in particular, the eye, comes rolling to a stop at the King's foot. As he looks down in mute horror, the frozen eye seems to stare back up at him in turn.

As the girl approaches him, arms outstretched wide for a hug, he instinctually takes a step back, unable to hide the abject horror filling his being. Upon seeing his reaction, she falters and stops.

"P-papa?" She questions, fearing the reason why her father would look at her like that, why he would react like that.

"I-it's nothing." He says with a forced smile, trying to bury his feelings. He did not want to fear his daughter. He was the King of Airendale, he would not allow himself t tremble in terror before his own daughter, he would not let his own weakness keep him from doing his duty to his children.

"E-Elsa…" He begins, shivering under the depth of the cold. The temperature in the room made the air outside look positively balmy. He could feel the cold seeping into his bones, biting through cloth and flesh to take its toll on him.

"W-why is it so c-cold in here?" He asked.

"Oh…" She said, looking down her simple, yet regal, dress. "I don't really know."

"B-but isn't the ice pretty, papa!?" She brightened, looking back up at him.

The man doesn't have the heart to sink that bright heart of hers. Its times like that that he can hardly believe what the trolls told him. That within her lay a darkness so dark and deep it made the evils of man seem trivial. It was as if death itself would follow her wherever she went, they said.

So instead he just smiles and nods.

"So, what was with that bird, Elsa? Did you make it?" He asks, hoping and praying inside that she did.

So his heart plummets when she shakes her head.

"No, papa, it came in from the window." She answered.

"S-so y-you did that to the b-bird?" He asks, trying to keep the disgust from his voice.

"Er, well…" She says, looking down again, unable to meet his eyes.

"Elsa?" He presses, needing to know the answer, no matter how dark and horrifying it is.

"I was hungry!" She shouts.

He blinks, and it takes all he has not to recoil away, not to draw his sword at her outburst.

"I-I was just so hungry, and it was just there, a-and I just reached out to pet it, and it didn't fly away, a-and it was just so warm and then I just-I just." She stammered, trying to explain herself.

And there it was, the other shoe dropping. The reason why the King could believe what the trolls told him. He's reminded of what she did to her sister, Anna. What she almost did, if the bird is any indication. It was nothing short of a miracle they were able to save her life.

"Elsa" He begins with a frown

"I-I'm sorry, p-papa." Else sniffles, looking down at her hands. "I-I'm just so hungry."

Its times like this that he wished he could hug is daughter. Unfortunately, he just doesn't feel safe doing it. Not with what she can do with but a touch.

How disgusting is that? I can't even bring myself to touch her? He thought, suppressing an angry snort.

Instead, he sighs, resigning himself to this fate.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing I brought some food with me, isn't it?" He says with a forced smile, dropping the large bag slung over his shoulder to the ground.

Opening it, he reveals, much to Elsa's exhilaration, everything they need to cook a nice meal themselves up here. Wood for a fire, flint and steel to start it, cuts of venison and beef with pieces of cheese and potatoes to eat.

She looked on eagerly as he lit the fire and hung the sticks speared with meat over it. The scent of cooking deer and cow filled the air, and for a moment the fire pushed out the crushing cold. Flames danced in her icy eyes as her father stoked them, reminding him how beautiful and precious she was. She was still young and innocent, she didn't deserve the scorn and hatred that would be directed to her if the kingdom knew what the trolls told him, if they knew of her darkness. She had to be kept safe and protected, and this was the best way, the only way to do it.

At least, that's what he told himself.

As the meat cooked, they ate the potatoes and cheese together on the floor. Even a scene like this wasn't free from the influence of Elsa's darkness.

The orange tongues of flame all seemed to lean toward Elsa, not dangerously close, but as if attracted to her. As if drawn in by her aura.

They tried to ignore it, tried to make everything feel as normal as possible. The king told of all that had happened in the castle. How her mother and sister miss her.

He told her about how the city was doing and the kingdom as a whole. She always did have the head for politics that her younger sibling lacked. It could have just been a factor of age, or a sign of things to come.

Most worryingly of all was when he came to an inescapable subject.

The weather.

Arendale was getting colder. There was no escaping that.

It was only early fall, and already they had had their first snow. It was unprecedented, and the idea of a long, harsh, winter spelled bad news for the kingdom. They tried not to think about it, but how could they not?

The cold weather, Elsa's powers, there had to be a connection, did there not?

Is this my fault? Elsa thought Is it because of me the kingdom is in danger?

Her heart, still so big and innocent, hurt for all the souls she thought she might be hurting. She had never really wanted to hurt anyone, only wanted to make people happy. And now it might be ruining lives.

Her father, however, had much more fearful thoughts.

I can't let them find out He thought. If the kingdom found out about her, they would blame her for the winter. She'd be a scapegoat for everything bad happening to them. They'd hate her, scorn her, maybe even kill her.

He shook his head, trying to push the dark thoughts of his baby girl bare and in chains, being roughly dragged to the execution block to placate the raging masses.

No He thought sternly. I will never allow that to happen

"Just bury it. Bury it all inside yourself and don't let anyone see, don't let anyone know the wrongness inside you." He told her.

"Remember Elsa, you are a danger to yourself and everyone around you. You can never let that power of yours control you. You must deny it, suppress it, and purify your soul. It is the only way to save yourself."


Elsa pov

It was just another day when it first happened. It had always been there, however. I'd always felt it. That hunger lurking deep inside. No matter how much I ate, how much I tried to satisfy myself, there was always this feeling in the bottom of my stomach, calling out for more.

And so it was, on that day, that I finally listened to it.

Anna and I were playing in the snow, no different than usual. I used my powers to make snowmen and snowballs, powers I had since I could first remember. Power over ice and snow to create it from seemingly nothing. Despite that, I knew it didn't really come from nothing, and that every action had a price to pay. The more I used my powers, the more that pit in my stomach expanded, the more that the hunger grew.

So it was, after a long day of playing in the snow and using my powers, Anna slipped and fell on the ice. Nothing serious, really, she was fine, she just had a bruised knee. Still, seeing her hurt, I ran over to try to help her up.

As soon as my pale flesh touched her more rosy skin, I felt it. The warmth in them seeping into my body.

Warmth, a comforting, enticing, and enthralling feeling I rarely had the pleasure of experience. I was always cold, so cold. After a while, it didn't bother me, but whenever I felt the impact of warmth on me, suddenly I realized what I had been missing, and the feeling of losing it again was agonizing. The feeling of going from the kind warmth that soothed my soul back to the pins and needles feeling of the cold was torturous, but it was something I had to deal with every day.

But today was different.

As I felt that warmth sink into my hands and travel up my body, I couldn't pull away. The hunger was too strong, the cold too deep, and I didn't want to me immersed back into so. I gripped tighter, inched closer, my mind filled with the warm buzz of comfort filling it.

"E-Elsa…" Anna choked out in a pained voice, but I didn't listen, I clenched tighter. I drew my left hand to rest on her shoulder while my right grasped her hand, my head resting next to hers, my nose hovering over the crook of her neck as I breathed in the hot air rising off her.

I need more, more! I thought internally, unable to be satisfied by the meager warmth filling me. I need more, and I need it now.

And as I thought these dreadful thoughts, I reacted on instinct. Something...inside me, reached out into Anna's body through my contact with her, and pulled. As it pulled, my mouth opened wide to take in the heat from her body. I could feel the muscles strain as they forced the jaw well beyond the extent it should have gone, bones popping and contorting in pleasurable pain.

"E-Elsa...p-please..." Anna moaned, strength fading from her voice.

I breathed in the scent of warm flesh inches away from my maw, inches away from being consumed. My mouth watered and my soul trembled in anticipation. I wanted it, needed it.

I was hungry, and I needed to feast.

"I-it hurts…" She begged as her pulses slowed.

And like that, I blinked, and realized what I was doing.

Quickly, I dropped her, recoiling from her body in disgust and fear at what I was doing to her. Anna dropped like a doll cut from her strings, crumpling onto the ice. Her skin was pale, her breaths short and ragged, and her auburn hair marred with streaks of white. Worst of all, the light in her eyes was dying, fading from this world. I rushed back and hovered over her, holding her in my hands, but careful not to try to do...whatever I had done before

Her hands were cold, colder than they had any right to be, and yet they were still warmer than my own. Her pulse was weak, almost nonexistent.

I looked down at her, tears prickling edges of my eyes at what was happening, "ANNA!" I screamed, begging her to stay with me.

Soon mother and father came to see what was wrong. They took her from me, desperate to do whatever they could to help her. Before I could see what they did, however, I succumbed to the emotional turmoil within me, and the world fell to black around me.

As I faded to exhaustion, as horrified by what I had done to my sister as I was, I realized one thing.

For the first time in forever…

I finally felt full.


She tossed and turned as she remembered where it all went wrong. When she almost killed her sister, almost devoured her. She remembered that it felt so good. It felt so right.

But that was the dark corruption of the evil inside her, her father told her. That was what she must deny. And how could he be wrong? Every time she gave into it, something terrible happened.

What would happen if she couldn't stop herself?

What would happen if she gave into the darkness that lay within her heart?

It was thoughts like these that brought tears to her eyes. Frozen tear tracks made their way down her face as she cried to herself in her room. She was all alone again, her father long gone and the fire empty and dead.

She didn't want to be here, but she knew her father was right. She was too dangerous to be around normal people. She had to be up here for their safety.

She wanted to see mama and Anna again, but she knew she couldn't. Not yet.

"One day," He father had told her, "One day you'll be able to come back down and we can be a family again."

"But that can't happen until you're fixed. Right now it's like you're sick, and we need to make you better. Until then, you need to stay in your room. It's for the best."

So while she cried, she knew that she had to do this, that this was necessary. That it was for the best.

Right?


"When is she going to come down." His wife asked him.

He sighed, knowing full well where this conversation was going. It was futile, really. He had made up his mind, and nothing would shake him from it.

"She'll come back down when she's safe. When we've managed to purify this curse from her." He explained.

"Do you have any idea when that will be?" Idna glared.

"No." He answered with a frown.

"Do you know how you're going to care for her until then?"

"I'll go up there when I can find the time to spend time with her, give her food."

"You mean when you can be bothered."

"Idna" He scowled, becoming angered at the line she was dangerously close to crossing.

"That you had no idea what you were doing when you locked our doughtier up in that tower." She scowled back. "Face it Agnarr, you were scared and panicked. Those trolls told you Elsa was filled with evil and you believed them."

"I believe she is cursed, Idna. If you think for one moment that I've forgotten that she is our little girl, maybe I need to remind you of all the duties that lie upon my head."

"Your most important duty is as a good father."

"Does that make the rest inconsequential?!" He roared, tired of her accusations

"I have an entire country I have to run. While I may love my daughters, I cannot drop everything for them. Already, the winter frosts are coming in fall. The people fear of a long and cold winter." He continued.

"And you blame Elsa for that!" She glowered.

"Are you even listening to me, woman!" He growled, "If I don't make the proper preparations, hundreds could freeze or starve this winter!"

"That's not Elsa's fault!"

"I never said it was!"

"You said plenty."

"Dammit, Idna, not everything is about Elsa!" He finally shouted.

His final words cut through the argument, leaving a deafening silence in their wake. The room seemed to empty of feeling, only distaste left remaining.

Finally, Idna got up from the bed.

"Maybe you should rethink your priorities, Agnarr." She said before exiting the door of the bedroom.

The King sighed deeply. This not how he had wanted things to go.

"…Papa?" A small voice said from the door.

Jolting up, Agnarr saw a small head of read peak through the door fearfully.

"Anna…" He said, at a loss for words.

He knew that face, he knew what it meant. She had been there for the argument. She might not have heard all of it, but she heard enough. Idna, in her rage, probably marched out the door without even noticing the poor girl.

"Come her, Anna." The man said, sitting up on the bed and patting his lap for her to sit on.

Glancing around, Anna finally entered the room. Slowly at first, before running up and scrambling upon his lap.

"Papa, what did you mean when you said not everything is about Elsa?" She asked, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.

He sighed again, truly regretting his words now. No, more how he said it. He meant what he said, but he could see that it wasn't the best way of putting it.

"Anna, darling, your Papa is the King of Arendelle. Which means I have a lot of responsibilities. That means, as much as I might want it, I can't just drop everything to help one child. Even if it is one of my own. Especially in times like these." He began.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because I need to make sure the people of my kingdom are safe and happy. Right now, a big winter is coming. It's going to get very cold. If I don't make the right preparations, a lot of people could suffer for it. You wouldn't want hundreds of thousands of people to suffer just for one person, would you?" He asked.

"Oh…" Anna realized, looking down at her lap.

Finally she shook her head, no, just like he knew she would.

"I didn't think so."

"But Papa, when will I get to see her again? What do you mean she's cursed? Do you and mama hate each other now?" Anna rattled off.

"Elsa…." Her father began searching for the best way to explain this to his 4 year old daughter.

"Elsa is cursed with a disease, Anna, she's sick. So she needs to stay far away from us so she can get healed." He explained.

"Oh…" Anna said, absorbing that knowledge as fact "Do you-"

"We don't know when she'll get better, Anna." He interrupted "It could be a very long time, and it's going to take a lot of work, so remember to keep your sister in your prayers."

Anna nodded her head seriously at his words.

"Good girl, Anna." He smiled

Then, he grimaced as he turned to the less pleasant topic of her mother.

"Your mother…she's just worrying over Elsa. Not that there isn't anything to worry about, so it's understandable." He began.

"She's just frustrated, I guess." He mused out loud, absentmindedly stroking his beard. "She's a mother, she's supposed to be there for her child, but in this instance there's nothing she can really do, and it's driving her mad."

"So what can you do for Elsa?" Anna asked impatiently.

"Well, we're going to get a cleric and a healer, and see what they can do." He answered

"But how do you know that will work?" She pressed

"Have faith, Anna."

"B-but I remember when Aunt Gertrude got sick, then I never saw her again, what if it's like that?" Anna inquired, balling up her fists as tears pricked the edges of her wide and worried eyes.

"Anna, I promise you…" Agnarr began, pulling his daughter into a tight hug as he spoke in strong and comforting tone.

"Elsa will return to us, and we will be a family again." He declared to her with such surety that she couldn't help but believe him. So as she relaxed and sagged into his warm arms, Agnarr let out a relieved breath.

A breath that came out in a cloud of mist.

His eyes opening wide, Agnarr felt panic flood his body as that biting cold hit him once more. Before he could even react, he felt his strength leave him. He saw frost growing upon every inch of space in the room. The floors, mirrors, even his own body. He breathed one last gasp of sinking terror, before he knew no more.

All throughout the castle, this scene repeated itself, frost creeping upon every surface as people were frozen in time. At the heart of the castle, in the throne room, lay the nexus of this phenomenon.

First, a large circle of frost grew in the center of the room. As it thickened more and more, soon becoming a sheet of ice, fog started to appear in the room as the temperature plummeted. Before long, a line appeared. A line in the air, too dark to be called black, spawned at the center of the circle of ice, and rose 2.5 meters into the air. The fog in the air seemed to be drawn to this 2-deminsional object that seemed to defy the natural order.

The line pulsed, before opening wide, not unlike an eye stood upon it's side, forming an oval shaped portal, leading to a never-ending sea of darkness.

Then, a boot stepped through. Following it came the rest of a figure wrapped in a frayed grey cloak covered in ice and snow. The figure cared a large walking stick in one hand, a lantern attached to the end, while the other lay hidden under their cloak.

As soon as the figure stepped through the portal, it closed shut with a quiet snap, causing a blast of wind to expand out due to the sudden pressure change left in its wake.

"So this is where she is."


A/n:

So that was chapter one.

Three more until the end of the trial run for this.

This is an experiment to see how well it does. Depending on the results, I'll either continue it or drop it.

As for what's going on with Elsa...I'm taking a more scientific approach.

Sort of.

See, cold is the absence of energy, not energy itself. Things are cold because there is a deficit of thermal energy in it when compared with it's surroundings. And because physics, everything wants to balance out. Things with a deficit want to take in, things with a surplus want to give away. That's how a lot of everything works in physics.

Which is how Elsa's working. She doesn't just have ice powers, she's something of a physical manifestation of coldness. She is a deficit, and her hunger is that coldness.

In essence, she's an energy vampire now.

Kind of, anyways.

But going forward, keep in mind that this is going to be an M rated fic for nonsexual reasons. Sex might happen, eventually maybe. But the real reason for the rating is going to be the gore, violence, and dark themes coming it's way.

As for the thign with the pov's, I've been experimenting with them. Trying out 3rd person instead of just doing 1st person.

But that's it for this story today.

Enjoy your christmas or whatever holiday you have, and I'll see you here again later.