A/N: Okay, this is my first AU story. I know that a few of you are like; "But Courage-less is pretty damn alternate universe!" Well, not as much as this. In that, they are still senshi, on earth, fighting various foes. This shows Anna and Else as completely different characters, but the altering takes place at the coronation. So, I consider this AU. This is based/inspired by AtomicRedBoots artwork 'Hail the queen'. This will not follow the art perfectly.
On a side note, this fic will NOT be a sprawling series like Courage-less and A New Darkness will be. At most, I only expect this to go on about twenty chapters unless you guys desire it to go on. Yes, this one will feed heavily on the readers.
WARNING: This contains ElsAnna pairing and will contain lemons in future chapters. This is rated M for Violence, gore, Dark themes, possibly major character deaths, lemons, yuri, and language. Please be advised that if this bothers you, find a different ElsAnna fic that suits you better. Most of my fans know that I don't tolerate stupidity well.
With love,
Korrupted.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Frozen, nor the characters. I just like to play with them like an aunt. I didn't make them, nor do I have any claim to them, I just take them out for a fun day and then hand them back to Disney studios with way too many sugar filled treats in hand.
Inspired by AtomicRedBoots ElsAnna art series.
"Ready the footmen! If that bastard breaks our ranks, I'll kill a man for every damn yard they get closer to the Queen!" The low growl of an order made the already terrifying young woman sound blood-thirsty, though whenever it came to the safety of the icy ruler, one never dared to defy Anna's orders.
The strawberry blonde female was clad in her thick clothing, metal armor enhanced with rime ice that had been bestowed upon her by their queen, the scar that marked from across the bridge of her nose to along her left cheek granted her a furious air, the one that graced above her right eye created a sharp look of contempt for all that declared themselves foe to Queen Elsa. Anna couldn't care less what people thought of her sister; if Elsa asked her to plunge the world into chaos, then Anna would rend the very planet asunder and cast an eternal winter of sorrow upon the land. Elsa was her Queen, her sister. Damn the world, and all that lay within it if they stood against her. Her hands gripped the ice blade tightly, a snarl of hate on her face; a face that in another time, another place, may be alight with carefree joy and considered to be quite beautiful instead of colder than the harsh Nordic winter around them. If it was a battle the Weselton soldiers wanted, then a bloody battle they would get indeed.
Anna stood her ground firmly, a low, deadly growl of primal hate escaping her, the soldiers around her that could hear the unearthly sound trembling slightly at it, unsure if they wanted to simply stand aside to keep from being a target of the young warrior's blood-lust and berserker rage or rush ahead to save themselves from incurring her wrath later. "RRRRAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!" The moment the first crossbow-toting man was within range, the young knight unleashed a mighty roar of rage at him, leaping at the male as she slashed her weapon at him, the ice blade cutting into his chest plate with ease and slicing through flesh, blood and intestines spilling out from the wound to paint his legs and the snow below him with hot crimson gore.
His gurgled cries of pain served only to fuel her desire to destroy, the frozen weapon plunging deep into the heart of another soldier as her own soldiers joined the fray with battle-cries of fury. Anna's vision was tinted red in her berserker state, her enraged features almost wild with murderous desire as she carved apart the maroon clad enemy, her fellow Arendelle fighters seeming to become infected by her battle-frenzy, their attacks true and deadly as they painted the Norwegian snow the sickly red of war, a slurry of death being trod upon to continue pushing back the advancing fighters. The blood-lust was almost contagious, the Arendelle soldiers wild on the snowy battlefield in their attempts to slaughter their enemy, the now terrified forces of the merchant king scrambling to break rank and flee for their very lives, the screams of fear and agony mingling with the enraged roars of Anna's legion. "HAIL TO THE QUEEN, YOU FUCKERS!" She bellowed as another man fell to her ice blade, the blood flecks on her face a rusty red against the smattering of freckles that lay on her lightly tanned cheeks as her weapon cleaved another retreating Weselton man in two, his blood and innards pooling below his divided form.
"WESELTON, TO ME!" A deep voice demanded from across the field, a large amount of the men regrouping with renewed resolve to strike against the battle-crazed soldiers.
The freckled warrior princess found herself surrounded by five men, the small frame of the girl largely unintimidating compared to theirs, yet a dark chuckle escaped her. Her blue eyes were as hard as the rime ice that rested atop her left shoulder and was growing along her vambrace, a cruel grin on her scarred face. "Five against one? That's hardly fair. I suppose I should take my time in killing you just to even the odds." Anna goaded, watching as their eyes darkened at her words and they all rushed at her as one.
Anna hunkered down a bit, her stance strong, her ice blade ready as she waited. The very moment she could, the warrior thrust her blade out, the razor sharp sword punching it's way through the eye of the man, blood rushing from the wound as he dropped heavily to the snow below him. A roar of anger sounded from behind her, but she didn't move to dodge or block him. Instead, her shoulder piece lashed out, ice spikes running him through as he choked on crimson fluid, sinking to the scarlet powder slowly when they retracted. The man to her left dashed in, Anna raising her sword for a parry as the one on her right quickly tried to join his fellow in attacking her, the rime ice on her vambrace warding off his strike. Yet a sharp twinge of pain erupted from her right side, hissing at the sensation angrily; she had forgotten about that one.
Clapping her left hand over her wound, Anna swung her blade in an arc, the tip catching her attacker's throat to slice it open. The air in his body rushed from the slash, the sound almost eerily similar to the sound of a reed flute being played mournfully, his life-blood spraying out to splash onto her midnight blue armor. Just then, the heavy footfalls of a giant creature were heard from her side of the field, distracting her two opponents just long enough for her to lop the head off the closest man. "And then there was one." She snarled.
The princess grinned icily at him, watching the man shift to a fighting stance as he hoisted a dagger from his boot with his left hand, his short sword in his right. 'Finally, this bastard might just give me a challenge!' The young woman inwardly hoped, watching as the man charged for her, Anna changing her grip ever so slightly to ready herself against the dual blade wielder.
However, his approach was halted rather abruptly by a huge, snow and ice foot stepping on him unceremoniously, the sickened crunch and snap of his bones muffled by the enchanted limb. Anna turned to face her snowy rescuer, her face a pout of childish anger. "Marshmallow! I could have handled him!" She seethed at the huge creature, his glowing blue eyes seeming alight with an impish malice.
"Anna, go. Fight the others. Marshmallow will help." The behemoth stated in his rough, grating voice. "Marshmallow felt you getting injured."
Anna lifted her right hand to see that it was caked in blood, a small testament to the force of the blow she had taken; not only had it gone through her metal armor, but Elsa's rime ice too. In all likelihood, she would have died had it not been for the ice. A tiny smirk graced her lips as she realized Elsa's forethought had saved her life, rejoining the fray with renewed vigor. "ARENDELLE! PAINT THE FJORD WITH WESELTON BLOOD!" She declared, the surge of her troops' cheer adding to the brutality of their attacks.
After another hour, the battle came to a close, not a single maroon clad warrior alive to tell the tale. Anna's streak of platinum blonde hair had partially escaped the braid, the warrior taking stock of the area. She spotted a fallen Weselton man closer than he should have been to the palace, taking note he was roughly five yards past where her company had originally started. Five yards closer to her sister, to her Queen. Without a word, the woman lifted her sword with both hands and slashed five of her own soldiers apart, the rest looking on in fear. "FIVE YARDS?! The next time a man gets this far, I'll kill ten of you idiots!" She raged before turning her back to them. "Get these bodies sorted out and off the fjord. Anything of value we keep, but take off their heads if they are intact enough. Burn the bodies and send the Duke a reminder of why you don't fuck with Arendelle." The princess decreed, the men scurrying to obey.
Marshmallow walked beside the knight as she moved towards the palace, her hand still clapped over the wound. Part of her dreaded allowing Elsa to see another injury on her, but it seemed to be unavoidable, the girl walking to the large throne room doors and pushing them open with her left hand. Olaf seemed to be busily rushing about the room with a tray of food, his perpetually happy expression serene compared to her bloody, battered body. Sitting upon the large, wolf fur covered throne sat Queen Elsa of Arendelle.
The elder sister was the image of regal beauty, her platinum blond hair slightly wild in her side braid, a rouge-ish air cast upon her. Her blue eyes were like flawless ice in the brightest of summer sunlight, her pale skin accented by the barest sprinkle of freckles, making the twenty three year old queen seem her sister's age if not younger. Her clothing comprised of black legging, a black top that had a long neck, and a dark and light blue tunic that had only a left sleeve, the right a low slung band that was lined with fur. Her legs sported long brown leather boots, her long legs planted firmly on the floor as Anna walked to halt just below the steps to the throne and dropped to one knee in respect. "My Queen, we have defeated the Weselton force. We sustained only minor casualties, but I will be sending the Duke a parting gift from his soldiers." The princess stated, hoping that her sister wouldn't notice the sluggishly bleeding cut on her side.
"I see. Perhaps I can send him an early frost too. It would be such a shame if his crops were damaged by a bit of early winter. I know how he does rely on his textile goods for his trades." Elsa vaguely noted, a contemptuous tone in her voice. Anna noted on more than one occasion that in another world, Elsa's voice may have been so much sweeter, softer. But that was as likely as herself being a love-sick twit of a girl.
Elsa motioned for her younger sister to rise, her blue eyes glancing about the room to ensure they were along before a smile crossed her lips, the simple emotion softening her entire form. "Are you hungry, Anna? I know you always are after a battle." The queen's voice was gentle, kind. A voice none but Anna was allowed to hear.
The girl in question broke into a grin of thanks as she righted herself, her own blue hues also notably softened. "Starved, actually." She admitted, Olaf chuckling happily as he approached with a tray of sandwiches; Anna's favorite. The simple food could be so versatile, so many flavors from sweet to savory held within two pieces of bread.
She quickly cleaned her hands in a bowl of water and dried them before lifting out two sandwiches from the tray, -one in each hand- looking every bit like a child who had just been offered their deepest desires with her joy. Elsa's eyes traced her sister's face slowly, lingering on the scars on her nose and cheek. She could recall how those were formed; they were the reason for her kingdom standing alone and her cold hate of other rulers.
-A twenty one year old Elsa hurried through the the halls of the castle, trembling from head to toe. She didn't want to run, but she very well couldn't use her magic either. She didn't have much control over the ice and snow that called to her from her own veins, the newly crowned queen dashing madly to hide from the fifth prince of the Southern Isles. He had come with the intent to court her, his younger brother making eyes at her sister instead, though Elsa was deeply angered by this for reasons she couldn't fathom; she hadn't seen the girl in years, and the sight had caused her to feel off. Still, that Virdi man had no right to try and procure a kiss from her, though she half thought she should have let him just so he would have frozen where he stood. Instead, she struck him for his insolence and tried to get back to the ball when he took chase in his anger.
Her gloved hands fumbled with a locked door as Virdi advanced on her, his naked sword in his hand. Did he really mean to kill her in her own castle?! Anna would be next in line if- Suddenly the sight of Hans trying to catch the eye of the young princess made sense to her. If she was unwilling to marry away the throne, he would remove her and leave Hans to try for the other heir instead. The very thought of either man laying their hands on Anna enraged the queen, pulling off one of her gloves to ready herself to attack. She would be damned if she would go down without a fight, not while Anna's safety was on the line.
"Elsa, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for..." Her words died on her lips as the princess took in the prince holding a sword in front of a grimly determined Elsa. "Oh HELL no." The strawberry blonde hissed as she connected the dots.
Elsa watched as the younger girl swiftly grasped a short sword from a nearby suit of armor, moving to put herself between the queen and her attacker. It was almost comical of a sight; a small, delicate looking princess of eighteen holding a sword defiantly while clad in an elaborate dress of various green hues standing between an experienced warrior prince and a very inexperienced queen. Virdi must have realized the humor as a small chuckle escaped him moments before his hazel eyes hardened, lunging at the two women. The sound of steel hitting steel caused Elsa to gasp, Anna locking her blade with the male's as a cold grin crossed her lips, the auburn haired man stunned. "That all you got?" She mocked, lifting her right foot to slam into his stomach, the prince staggering backwards.
He was positively livid as he stood upright again, his broad nose flaring in his anger. Again, he dashed at the duo, the younger one weaving both herself and the queen aside to nimbly dodge his charge. Anna this time dashed at him, swinging the blade at his head in silent fury, Virdi lifting his to block hastily. They once again locked blades as Elsa looked on in shocked silence. When had her sister learned to fight with a sword? As if sensing the mental question, the dueling princess giggled coldly and spoke in a voice edged with focus. "What? Did you really expect me to just talk to paintings for thirteen years?"
However, Virdi took advantage of her momentary distraction and shoved her backwards, his blade swinging almost wildly as it swept across her face, Anna crying out in pain as the blade cut along the bridge of her nose, then cut deeply diagonally across her cheek. "Ahh!"
Elsa, however, only saw the color red. The queen wasn't sure if it was Anna's blood or the rage that was bubbling inside of her chest, but she didn't care. All that she cared about was that Anna, the sister she had closed herself off from to protect, had been injured by Virdi. Elsa's blue eye narrowed in fury as ice gathered around her hands, the prince seeing this with wide eyes as Anna staggered back to her feet, her face red with her own blood. "Witchcraft..." He breathed, a new fire in his eyes as he raced for the queen again, disarming the injured princess easily when she tried to stand against him.
Elsa yelled in hate as spikes of ice rose from the floor to try to impale him, the man halting his run to back off once again. When Anna tried to strike him with her sword again, he struck her open cheek with a fist before kicking away her weapon, lifting her by her hair. "I'll kill her, you witch! Don't think I wont!" Virdi snarled, Elsa watching him carefully as he rest his sword edge against her collarbone.
However, he failed to notice the ice that was gathering in Anna's left hand, not seeing it form a hilt in her grip, nor the beautifully deadly ice blade that grew from it. All he heard was the injured girl muttering, "Long live the Queen. Bitch." And felt what seemed like frozen death sink into the side of his skull as she leaned to the side. The pain only lasted a moment, the body collapsing to the floor in a pool of his own blood as lay Virdi dead.
Elsa was panting in worry as Anna stumbled a bit, her face and hair drenched in blood as she moved closer to the queen. "Anna! Oh, I thought he would kill-"
"You have fucking ice powers? Is that why the fuck you left me alone all these years? What, you mean you couldn't have told me that like a normal person?!" Anna interrupted angrily, snarling when she licked her lips and tasted the coppery flavor of her own blood.
Elsa stared in shock for a moment before running forward to embrace her sister for the first time in thirteen years, almost sobbing with relief. "I thought I was going to lose you. Anna, I nearly killed you once. I didn't want to accidentally do that again." She admitted, feeling her sister hug her back firmly. "Mother and Father thought it was for the best."
"Yeah. And they also thought it was a great idea to take a trip during storm season. I dare to say they didn't always come up with the best plans." Elsa heard the strawberry blonde utter softly, the tone a gentle snipe at their dead parents fated voyage.-
Elsa had kept a good relationship with the Spanish and French dignitaries, but Weselton and the Southern Isles had been outraged at the death of the prince, even when it had been self defense. They had called her a monster. Anna had threatened their lives with the ice sword in return, her face still coated in blood. The queen walked over to stand behind her sister and wrap her arms around the smaller girl's waist, hearing the hiss of pain before she pulled away quickly, a stern expression on her features. "Anna..." She spoke in a warning tone, the princess grinning apologetically. "Show me. Now." The queen demanded.
Anna blushed slightly as she unbuckled her armor and pulled her shirt off carefully, leaving only her breastband in place to be her only cloth covering for her chest. The would seemed to feel worse than it was; a long, shallow gash along her ribs. "It's not that bad, Elsa." The warrior soothed, only to find herself in a tight embrace from the queen everyone regarded as frigid and uncaring. Only Anna knew differently. She knew just how warm and loving a person her sister could be, even if it was only towards her and Olaf.
Elsa pulled back and leaned down to place a fierce kiss on Anna's lips, holding her battered warrior against her body firmly before they were both equally breathless, only then allowing them to pant for air. "Anna, you must be more careful. I. Can't. Lose you." The platinum blonde queen emphasized, her eyes full of concern.
Anna leaned up and gently grasped her sister's tunic collar, tugging her lips back to her own. "You won't. I promise, I will always be by your side, Elsa." She huskily replied when she broke the kiss.
Properly reassured, Elsa let go of Anna again, the younger woman lifting her sandwiches once more before her expression took on a more innocently curious air. "Hey, Elsa?" She inquired in a soft voice.
Elsa had been lifting a chocolate to her lips when she turned back towards her shirtless sister. "Hmm?" She hummed as the candy was popped into her mouth, her own features soft with ease.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
"Anna, let it go."
A/N: So, there it is. Chapter one of my AU series. Like it? Love it? Hate it? Busily blinking at the screen in confusion? Well, don't worry. I wasn't ever going to write a Frozen fic. And then I saw the art and this happened. Go give the art a look-see and don't forget to leave a review if you liked this. Remember, the length of this fic is up to all y'all.