*Hey guys! This is my first ever fan fiction story! I'm new to this so please bare with me. I'm no writing genius but hopefully you guys enjoy this. I felt super inspired by all the great Elsanna fan fictions I have read. Talk of violence and mature content to follow in later chapters. Let me know what you guys think.

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CHAPTER 1

The world was a cruel; often an unforgiving place and Elsa learned that many years ago. She never felt the warmth that it offered so many fortunate souls before her. She disliked the world, as much as it disliked her.

Feeling the cold bitterness that the winter offered, Elsa grabbed her hood and pulled it over her head. Her platinum braid fell casually over her shoulder as she unconsciously picked it up and twirled it around her finger. Lost in her own thoughts, she put in her earphones and prayed that the bus would soon arrive. Over the years no one ever cared to pay attention to her and as a young girl, she had gotten used to this. She hardened herself, turned her heart to ice, so nothing could melt it. The cold wind howled as the dead of winter was now upon her. Although it was the middle of January, the cold never bothered her. Elsa had always loved the winter. She had a perfect understanding of it and could relate to the loneliness it sometimes felt. When she had a family, she had the best times playing in the snow being a carefree little girl. After she lost her mom and dad, the winter never quite felt the same. Like her, the winter could produce breathtaking moments, but when people least expected it the winter could create terrifying and unforgiving storms. Ironically, over the years people on the street dubbed her most conveniently as the "Ice Queen" and her reputation had exceeded far beyond the city. She never wanted to go down this path but life was never kind when it dealt her cards. More times than once, Elsa had found herself desperate and hungry. Stealing to survive had nearly gotten her killed a couple times, but she never starved and did not plan to. Once her parents died she found herself alone. Foster homes, followed by foster parents, she never quite understood why she wasn't good enough to get adopted. How she longed feel the warm love that her parents had once shown her but after many years, she had forgotten what love was.

At the age of 16, Elsa ran away. Learning to depend on herself and herself alone she did what she had to do to survive. Spending more than six years on the streets, Elsa finally was able to rent a one bedroom apartment and attempt to live a normal life. Through heartache and perseverance, she learned that the world could hurt her all it wanted but she would always come out standing. Hurt but still standing, nothing would ever hurt her, she wouldn't allow it.

Looking at her watch Elsa realized that the bus was over an hour late. "Fuck," Elsa cursed under her breath. Figuring that the bus wouldn't arrive anytime soon, she contemplated if she should wait longer. She didn't plan on walking back home but she realized she had no other choice. Picking up her bag, she began her long journey, much her despise, on foot. She quickly calculated that if she walked a mile in 13 minutes she could make it home in about two hours or so, give or take. Looking at her watch it read 10:15 pm. Sighing, Elsa willed herself off the bench and began walking in the abandoned street. As it started to lightly snow and breath beginning to freeze, big fluffy flakes began to cover the road. Realizing that the busses stopped running because of the impeding snowstorm, Elsa cursed to herself, "just my luck. It snows a couple of inches and people lose their fucking minds." Needing a distraction from the thickening snow and the cold that accompanied it, Elsa began her impersonation of the local weather newscaster Anna Arendelle. In her most prissy and sarcastic tone she could muster, she grabbed her imaginary microphone. "The big winter storm of 2014 is now upon the street of our town. Local law enforcement is encouraging all citizen to stay indoors. Do not attempt to go out unless absolutely necessary. So grab a book you've been meaning to read and snuggle up by the fireplace. This is Anna Arendelle reporting from 9 News at 10, signing off for the night. Stay warm Michigan." Satisfied with her impersonation, Elsa chuckled to herself. Anna Arendelle was a local hero and people loved her. Although she was quite beautiful, Elsa always thought she looked a little stuck up. People like Anna Arendelle looked down on her kind and vice versa.

Realizing that once again she was lost in her thoughts, Elsa snapped back to reality. The light fluffy snow that was present only moments before had turned to dime sized flakes. As the wind howled, the snow began to pile up and the road became icy. Hugging herself tightly to create some heat for her body, an eerie feeling began to wash over the blonde. Miles of abandoned street laid before her, a flickering streetlight and a dreed in her heart, was the only company she had. Far from home, cold and desperate she began to quicken her pace as feelings of uneasiness began to wash over her. "Conceal don't feel. Come on Elsa. Be strong," she spoke aloud, as to will herself to continue. Unable to control her anxiety, Elsa began running blindly in the blizzard. Unaware of where she was, Elsa felt like she was running for miles. As seconds seemed to pass, then minutes then hours, the miles seemed to never dwindle and her fear began to grow. Disoriented, sacred and confused, she ran on and on. Realizing that she was now in the middle of a full-blown blizzard, violent flakes began stinging her face. Looking around her, she saw an abandoned house and began running across the street. Head spinning, blood rushing, and running with all her might, Elsa felt her body give out from under her. Unaware of the black ice forming under the newly laid out snow and unable to catch herself, Elsa fell to the ground hitting her head on the pavement.

As her vision blurred a warm sensation washed over her. Laying on the cold ground and looking up at the sky, she could feel each cold snowflake landing and melting on her check. Thinking to herself, Elsa found it ironic that this was how she was going to die. A snowstorm is going to kill me…the Ice Queen…Kind of ironically poetic, if you think about it. As blue eyes peered up into the sky, she laid there admiring how bright the stars looked. Feeling tired she took one last breath before her mind went blank and everything around her faded into darkness.