So, this is my first ever fanfction that I've written more than a hundred words to then decided to trash. This is my first real attempt at writing anything since I was in elementary school aside from school assignments. I don't really have many friends who write so I'm kind of doing this on my own. Any constructive criticism would be 100% welcome. Suggestions for the plot would be helpful too! I have the basic ideas for the plot but it could do with a little extra drama too.
I obviously do not own anything. It is all Tangled and Frozen; I own nothing.
This chapter takes place right before she fled the castle.
Chapter 1:
How could I let this happen? I knew something like this would happen... I never should have opened up the gates… tears were pouring openly down her porcelain face now as she sprinted through the castle corridors. Her eyes went wide and she realized she was lost when she hit a dead end. Damn it, I don't even remember what the castle looks like. She has been living within the confines her own room since that fateful night with her sister and the trolls and, could barely recall what her own sister looked like before she saw her at the ball, much less the individual halls of the castle.
It doesn't matter anymore, she told herself. You can never come back here now. Not after what just happened. Images flashed through her brain. She was just trying to warn the Wesleton guards when ice shot out and froze the stone underneath them. She flinched when the shocked faces of her people turned to fear. Fear of her.
She turned and ran down the hall, searching desperately for one door she could remember that she and Anna used to use to sneak out of the castle. Her head whipped around as a door crash open behind her and she felt panic flood her senses when she saw half a dozen guards come barreling into the corridor. Why are my guardsmen chasing me? She spun on her heel and sprinted, using the new adrenaline that was pouring into her veins to propel her down the hall.
"Queen Elsa!" The guardsmen continued stampeding after her, "please wait!" The only response was the dark purple cape of the queen flitting out of sight around a corner. It wasn't difficult to track the queen, she left a trail of ice in her wake, but keeping up with her was a different issue entirely. What the queen had assumed was simply adrenaline had actually been her own frosty powers, propelling her forward and coating the hall in a layer of dangerous ice.
Why cant they just let me go, can't they see I'll only hurt them? She continued her race though the castle until she found the door she'd been searching for: the frame had been covered in tiny snowflakes she and her sister had painted onto it during their early childhood. She was momentarily distracted by the memory of her sister laughing and painting simple, sloppy snowflakes whilst Elsa had giggled at her sisters' antics as she painted her own intricate, elegant flakes.
She was pulled out of her flashback quickly when she heard the guards, who must have just been on the next hall. When she glanced back and saw the trail of ice she had left in her wake, she audibly gasped and almost fell at the crushing guilt, afraid she might have hurt someone.
That's how they're still following me... She looked down the hall and saw that it would be painfully obvious that she had gone though the door that she was now stopped in front of if she didn't do something about it. She brought her hands up and looked at them as if they weren't her own before closing her eyes and flicking her wrists toward the unfrozen hallway. She let out a soft cry when she heard the distinctive crackle of ice forming. She never looked to see her handiwork but turned to the snowflake door and pulled it open, rushed though, and it slammed shut just as she heard what must have been the guards footsteps coming around the corner.
She almost allowed herself to rest against the door when she looked around the small passageway, only large enough for one person, or two small children as she and her sister had come to discover. Her large, blue eyes frantically taking in the familiar corridor, memories of giggling with her sister and running through this small tunnel for completely different reasons. Stop, conceal. Don't feel. You can't stop now; you've hurt enough people. Just run.
And she ran, allowing her ice to encase the hallway around her, obstructing her view of the walls, which Anna had insisted they paint. She raced until she hit stopped just short of a large, dark wooded door.
This is new. When she last came through this hall, before she almost killed her sister, the door had been worn down and barley could hold itself up, but it seemed that it had been replaced in the time since then. Elsa pushed against the door but saw quickly that it would not be budging without a key.
Or maybe I can… A shaky, white hand reached out and ghosted over the lock. She allowed the familiar flow of a bitter chill that was always just below the surface to seep through a single digit and concentrated on keeping a small stream. Frost grew from where her index finger was resting lightly on the handle and she heard what much have been the lock breaking inside the door. It then swung open for her when she pressed against it with just one hand.
She stumbled out of the door and found herself just outside of the castle at last but not quite alone yet. There seemed to be a small figure sort of jogging along the exterior, not looking in front of it but around as if searching for something. When it turned towards Elsa, it seemed to have found what it was looking for, based on the gasp that drifted up to meet the new Queen.
"Elsa, Is that you?"
She never got a response because a moment later, silver hair was streaking down the path, followed closely by the strawberry blonde.
"Please! Stop running; you down have to shut me out! Let me help you Elsa! We can fix this! You don't have to do this, everything will be fine, just stop running!" Elsa didn't hesitate. The moment she had seen her sister, panic erupted inside the Queen. Conceal. Don't feel. Conceal. Don't feel. You can't loose control with her so close.
"Anna, just get away from me! I don't want to hurt you..." Elsa doubled her speed and cut to her left, hoping to loose her sister by getting off the path. Anna seemed to be slowed down a bit, but still continued to try and convince Elsa to stop. Elsa couldn't have heard her sister over the pounding of blood in her ears if she had actually been listening.
The older sister turned her head to look behind her when she heard Anna stop shouting and saw the princess had stopped dead and was looking around her feet and back up at the queen with a look somewhere between awe and frustration. Elsa slowed and looked down in confusion when she saw the ice she was now gliding across. She turned around and gaped at the ice she had apparently created without realizing she even needed it; She was standing on the water in the middle of the bay.
I guess that was the last of my control, she thought while hardly holding back a sob.She turned away from her sister and saw where the water on the other side met some dense looking tree. I can't hurt anyone if there's no one to hurt... She took on one last shaky breath and then sped off towards the trees on the opposite side of the bay. Goodbye, Arendelle. Take care of my sister. Tears leaked out from the corners of her eyes and froze the instant they escaped the warmth and touched her icy skin.
Conceal. Don't feel. Now they all know.
Like I said, I haven't written in years so I need all the help I can get! Please leave reviews with suggestions or comments!
Next chapter I want to switch the focus to just Rapunzel and her mother's relationship. I'm not entirely sure what all to include but it wont be long and I'm considering switching to Elsa for when she finds the tower. Please, please, please comment and help!