Opposites Attract

by JeramIgneal

In a kingdom that was full of life, lived a queen, a snowman, a husband, and a wife. Prosperity and freedom ruled all, a kingdom never likely to fall. But, inbound from far off lands, came a demon, a brother, a wizard, a man. With powers that he hated wield, he follows evil orders without yield. But, when he breaks out of his dusty hell, what happens when stumbles into Arendelle?

1. Prologue

"Come on, your highness." the guard said mockingly as he yanked the chain around my wrists. He opened a door, shoving me inside, cursing about how he needs a new job at the palace. The room is spacious and cold, opposite of ideal conditions for me. The darkness envelops him and I as we enter. The door slams behind us, and a bridge goes up as well. The guard secures my bonds to the chain attached to the solid stone floor. "Let's see you try and escape from this prison, Jeram." he called, snickering as he left.

Silently, I smiled. As I exhale, tongues of fire twist out of my mouth and nostrils, illuminating the room. Easy. I thought. This will hold up just as much as the others did. Looking around, I see a drop-off from all sides, going to depths I don't even know. Each hand, bound by thick iron chains, is separately bolted to the ground so my arms are extended to each side. I see the weak spot in this prison: the front door. Though not the subtle approach, it's still as effective. Probably at least a foot thick of wood, reinforced with iron along the sides. Oh well. Worth a shot. There hasn't been a door yet I haven't been able to blast through.

Through sheer force of will, my tattooed right arm ignites, followed by my bare left. The chains, red hot, fall apart, melting at the ground by my feet. Now for the interesting part, I think to myself. I back up, as far as I can without falling, and concentrate as hard as I can. Instantly, my feet explode with heat, propelling me headfirst into the giant prison door. Quickly, I ignite my hands and thrust them in front of me, diving horizontally into a solid object. Not my finest move, but it worked all the same. The guards looked in astonishment as they see a two-ton door shatter into flaming splinters, a comet of a human being shooting through. I kept going for a few hundred more yards before the snow broke my fall. I run back to the guards, looking for the one thing that I can't leave without: my staff. I find the guard who was harassing me earlier, huddled up in the fetal position with my weapon in his trembling grasp. I looked at him, held out my hand, gesturing for him to hand it over. Looking down, he surrenders it. I then proceed to knock him out with it. Nice try, brother. I think as I run off into the cold lands of Arendelle.

*This is just a prologue, don't think of it as the first chapter. I just wanted to see how people reacted to the main character before committing much time to it. I'm thinking about writing a chapter every week. Leave a comment to tell me what you think.