Whisper
DAY THREE
A 12 Days of Frozen Drabble
Main Character(s): Anna & Kristoff
What's this?: A 12-day drabble writing for the Frozen fandom. You may do this as well for your self-motivational writing process!
Listen up: I am allowing anyone to expand my written drabbles. However, I need to see credits. Otherwise, it's called "plagiarism" or, well, basically "stealing" one's ideas or work.
"Kristoff…" her voice broke as she tried to make out the figure that was calling her name in the distance. The cold, merciless wind blew at her – forcing her to fall off guard as she limps weakly across the fjord. She could have sworn she heard Kristoff's voice, but some things deceive her. Like, for example, Hans' love for her only turned out to be a part of some evil scheme to rule Arendelle. Right now, she didn't know what to believe.
He could see her across the fjord, struggling, in pain. It tore him apart just looking at her. And so he ran with the speed of a cheetah; but the blizzard made it almost inevitable to reach her. Just when he saw movement on Anna, he stopped on his tracks, almost tripping over a stray mast of a frozen ship. He can see her glancing at him and someone or something else behind her back. The desperation in her eyes was fatal, yet they were determined. Much to his dismay, she turned her back on him, limping off to a different direction.
The blizzard stopped as the snow stayed suspended in midair.
"Elsa?" She whispered to herself as she saw a clearer view of what was behind her. Elsa was grieving quietly; but due to her grievance, she saw the figure of Hans loom over her. With all her power, Anna struggled to fight the half frozen state of her body. Hans's approach was slow, yet sure and lethal. She dragged her heavy feet towards them.
It was a quick flash. The sword was already above to the point of beheading Elsa, but she parried it by raising her hand swiftly. In that moment, everything felt absolutely numb and cold. It started with her feet, and then it ran up to her legs, her thighs, her hips, her torso. In that moment, the inevitable happened. Her final breath, her final call only hauled up to one cold whisper, "Elsa."
Kristoff finally saw through the now suspended blizzard. His eyes widened once he saw Hans pushed away by some powerful blow as his sword broke into a thousand shards before… before Anna's frozen state. He ran furiously up to Anna, who had Elsa grieving behind her. When he saw Elsa look up, he heard her yell out in pain.
"Anna!"
It was too late. Hadn't it always been too late when it comes to him? If he had just stayed, if he had known that he was possibly the key to thawing Anna's frozen heart… Some fates are meant to be at their most painful. All he could do now was stare at Anna; so beautiful, so regal, yet, so frozen like a sculpture done well by any great sculptor.
"Anna…" came his faint, heartbroken, disheveled whisper as he watched Elsa cry over the frozen state of a loved one.
AN: I thought that this was needed to be written on a drabble, if not a one-shot. Again, I am allowing this drabble to be expanded, but with my permission. Don't hesitate to send me a PM if you wish to expand it. I hope you enjoyed (or cried, depends on you) reading this drabble. Tune in tomorrow for Day Four! ^^