Ander
Elsa paces outside the closed pink door, little icicles forming in the corners of the hallway. She clenches her hands together, feeling the power she's had since birth strain to get free.
"Control it." She murmurs to herself. "It's all ok. She's going to be fine. Just fine. She's tough, nothing can hurt her-"
The door slamming open startles her nervous murmuring. A nurse comes rushing out, blood dripping from her apron to the pristine wood floor.
Blood!
"Your majesty, please come quickly." She waves her in, not waiting to see if she follows.
Elsa rushes in, her skirt hitting a pool of blood. Her sister's blood
Anna…
Kristoff holds Anna's hand, whispering in her ear, while she lays motionless on the bed, face boiling red and sweat coating every blemish and pore. A small child lays in her arms, little face scrunched up in anger.
"Anna!" Elsa rushes toward her, but stops when her body enters a circle of heat, drying up her icy veins and rubbing her throat raw. She coughs and stumbles back, waiting for her cool breath to return to normal.
"Wha…What's happening? Why is she so…?" Elsa looks at the baby, with tiny tuffs of red hair peaking from her crown. The baby stretches its fingers, and flames shoot out toward the curtains.
"Ah!" the nurse starts to fan it, but Elsa already has shot off a stream of frost to douse the flames.
"It won't stop. We have to save her! The baby is heating her core temperature too much! She's so weak already…"
"Can't you just take it?"
She throws her hands up in frustration. "We've tried! Every time we do, it shoots more flames!"
Elsa takes a breath, then blows out a puff of cold air. "I will do it." If I can…
She spreads her hands up, feeling the water in the air. Its only there for a second before it evaporates from the baby's heat. She create a shield of cold, slowly moving inward, trapping the heat in.
She allows her magic to flow outward, covering her hands with a pair of ice gloves. Quickly, she reaches in and snatches the baby up, her eyes stinging from the heat.
The baby starts to wail, and the ice gloves melt. Elsa's hands begin to burn, and blister, but she cannot drop the baby. Not Anna's baby.
She lets out a shout, feeling her power and the baby's battle in the air, each fighting for its life. She gathers the last of her strength and forms a barrier of ice around the baby, muffling its cries
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