This is a little idea I picked up about if The Frost Giants were actually just normal people surviving a cold world, with Elsa as their queen, and Loki is her father. The Avengers still happened, but Loki was not the cause of it (he fought with The Avengers). Frozen has not happened, or anything past The Avengers. (Winter Soldier, The Dark World, etc.) Please Enjoy! The ships are in this fic are purely friendship or maybe slightly closer, but not any more than that.
It was movie night at the Avengers Tower. Chaotic, hilariously, drunken movie night. After having an enormous dinner that they all took turns on making (this particular night it was Steve and Natasha's turns) they would make tons of snacks, drag every blanket, comforter, and pillow they owned into the enormous living room in front of the wall-sized platinum TV Tony owned, and they would watch a movie. Or marathon them until the sun rose.
This particular night they were going to go through the night with Star Wars, since the last time they had tried making Steve watch it they had been called out for an emergency meeting for NO REASON,
"Tony, move your ass. That's where Clint and I are sitting." Natasha growled, a beer in one hand, and a plate of her famous Tula Gingerbread (a common Russian sweet). The once sophisticated living room had been made into an enormous nest, and Tony glared up at the Russian spy,
"No." he stated simply, already comfortable with his Captain America plushie resting on his stomach he liked to call Phil, and a pillow under his knees. Natasha's eyebrow twitched, and she looked about ready to murder him with her foot, but Clint leaped over the back of the couch (and Bruce) to land squarely in Tony's lap, causing 'Phil' to fly away. Tony curled up on instinct, gasping for air since all of Clint's weight had just landed squarely on where the sun don't shine,
"My jewels." He managed to gasp out, while Clint looked rather smug with himself as he got off of Tony to kick the billionaire away. Bruce, who had been watching the exchange right behind Tony seated on the couch, merely sighed,
"It's like you two never matured from sixteen." The doctor muttered into his tea cup. Natasha ignored them all, now happy that her spot in the nest was now clear of enemies, and she snuggled down into her spot,
"Popcorn's ready." Steve announced, carrying in two enormous bowls of them, which were just as round as his middle,
"I call one!" Tony yelled, still in fetus position next to Clint. Steve rolled his eyes, setting one popcorn bowl on the coffee table that had been moved a few feet towards the TV, and out of everyone's way.
Thor walked out of the adjoining hallway, a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt on. His hair was wet from the shower,
"When shall we start these movies?" the god asked, settling down next to Bruce as Steve took the end of the couch, resting the second popcorn bowl on his knee. Tony sat up, leaning forward to grab the first popcorn bowl for himself,
"JARVIS, begin episode four, A New Hope." Stark said, and the robot responded,
"Of course, sir." The lights began to dim, and just as the blinds shut on the windows, a white screen came up on the TV,
"That isn't supposed to happen." Clint muttered, and Natasha set aside her snack just as the SHIELD symbol came up, and then Nick Fury's face,
"Avengers, we need you." He said, obviously impatient already with the bunch. Tony simply groaned and threw himself to the side, while Steve stood up,
"What is it, sir?" he asked, glaring at Tony out of the corner of his eye. Nick looked off to the side, and a video footage came up of something much like how Thor came to Earth or to Asgard, a tunnel of light. But this tunnel was a pale, crystal-like blue,
"This came up earlier in New Mexico, just over where Thor made his first appearance last year." Nick said, "We need Thor to make contact with Loki, and to get him down here."
"Why do you require my brother, man of fury?" Thor asked, receiving a snort from Tony prostrate form off to the side. Nick nodded off screen, and another footage came up of their cells they had created to hold the Hulk. Inside was a woman. A blue-skinned woman, with hair as white as snow. She was pacing the small area, and as they watched, the glass of the cell began to freeze over,
"I will get my brother." Thor answered, a strange look in his eyes. With that, Nick nodded and signed off.
Within the hour they were on the SHIELD carrier, Loki rushing ahead of them, demanding to see her. Who she was, no one else knew, but Thor was pacing faster than the other Avengers, so they figured he knew who she was as well,
"No one can enter that cell, you will have to speak with her from outside." Nick told Loki, standing guard at the door leading to her cell, making Loki all the more furious,
"And why is that, imbecile? You are just making her more terrified. She has never been to a place like this." Loki hissed, and Thor put a hand on his younger sibling's shoulder,
"Anyone who goes in there will freeze." Nick stated, as if that would matter to the two gods standing in front of him,
"AND I WAS BORN OF ICE!" Loki screamed, shoving Thor away before turning back to Nick, his own skin turning even more pale, if that was possible, and even shades of light blue in others, "That is my daughter, and you will let me in." he growled softy to Fury. The man stood impassive, before moving aside in one swift gesture, not a finger twitching. Thor went to step forward, but Nick stopped him,
"Let him go alone on this one, we have an observation deck." He said, gesturing for the Avengers to follow him.
Loki practically sprinted towards the cell, seeing the outsides had frozen over completely. He knew this only happened when his daughter was distressed, losing her control. He hurried to the panels to the side, allowing the main door to open. It screeched in protest, but as soon as the cold hit him, he let his true form, his Juton form, take over. His skin deepened to an almost deathly blue, while his eyes bled into a shade of crimson.
In the center of the cell his daughter stood. She had blue skin like his, only a shade lighter, like most Juton woman. Her hair was as pale as always, though with the ice around her it looked silver. Her gown was of ice of her own ability, or most of it. It flowed over her like a frozen waterfall, and a cape made of snowflakes fell past her shoulders, laying around her feet. Delicate heels were over her feet, short enough for her to walk comfortably, but tall enough for her to look regal,
"Elsa, my daughter." He murmured, approaching slowly. She turned slowly, looking at him with her lavender eyes. They were the rarest of the Juton, to have lavender eyes. When she was born, for a split moment she was Aesir, like her mother, and her eyes were crystal blue, before they faded to this color, "What has happened? Are you alright?"
She seemed distressed, and as he finished his questions, she seemed to break. Her shoulders slumped, and her eyes filled with tears. He rushed to her, bringing her into his arms. He could feel the eyes on him as he stepped into the cell, but he didn't care. Damn them, this was his daughter, and she was imprisoned for no reason,
"The Rike Is has fallen…." She whispered into his neck, her grip tightening. He felt her weaken in his arms, and he slowly bent to his knees as she completely collapsed in his arms, allowing her tears to escape. He raised his eyes to the one camera that had escaped his daughter's loss of control, and he covered it with his own magic.
It took her some time to calm down. And Loki did not blame her. The Rike Is was her kingdom of the Juton, how it had fallen he did not know. Elsa had ruled with a fairness that no other ruler had, and she connected with each and every citizen, making sure everyone had their share of love. When she finally managed to catch her breath, he gently brushed away the last of her tears with his thumbs, kissing her forehead,
"You were right in coming here, my pluen eira." He murmured, "And now is not the time for weakness. We will get you somewhere safe, but for now, you must control your abilities, for you will kill the people of this world if they come inside." Elsa looked around herself, before nodding and taking a deep breath. As she let out the breath, the ice seemed to melt away, and the temperature of the air settled. He nodded, "Very good, you have mastered the ice." He said gently, taking her hands in his and pulling her to her feet.
She shyly looked down, the deep sadness still in her eyes. It made his chest ache, but he resisted to simply teleport them away from the aircraft, "You must look presentable for the others." He murmured, gently tucking a lose hair behind her ear, quickly realizing that when he thought her hair was silver, it had been frozen along with the cell, "Like the queen you are."
"Like the queen I was." She said back, her voice hoarse from crying, but nevertheless it was stronger than before. Her eyes had already begun to show that she was putting up barriers around her heart. He shook his head,
"No. You are still a queen. You are still alive, and you must live up to that." He said to her, letting his skin shift to one of the Aesir, "Now, do you remember the spell for the Aesir form?"
She nodded, and closed her eyes. After a moment, her skin slowly faded to white, like his. Her hair did not change, though it picked up a lighter color, not quite so bleached, but still white. As she opened her eyes, they were the same crystal blue he remembered, if not more beautiful,
"Perfect." He murmured, kissing her forehead, "Now come, and try not to freeze any of them, Thor seems to find them likeable."