Author's Note:
Everyone... this is it. The sequel. I'm so excited to write this, and I hope you guys are excited as well! Yes, it's a crossover between the Little Mermaid and Frozen. You may be asking, how does the Little Mermaid apply to this? You'll have to read to find out. Enjoy!
This story is rated T for dark content, just so you know.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Frozen or the Little Mermaid, I only own this story!
Erica, age 41
I stood there looking as my daughter slowly approached. I could see her eyes widen as she saw me, and the unfamiliar man by my side. Her father wasn't the one beside me, which I realized would probably surprise her even more. The man next to me had hair that was a much darker shade of red and strangely pale skin. His large, bluish-greenish eyes were filled with curiosity as they surveyed our surroundings. Then his eyes flickered back towards Elsa, who was staring at him as well. Carefully, I stepped closer to her. The guards stopped Elsa a few yards away, and without hesitation, I rushed towards her. The guards seemed nervous as I approached, but they didn't stop me as my arms wrapped around Elsa. The chill in her skin almost made me shiver, but I ignored it and felt tears creep down my face. "It's me," I whispered. "Elsa, it's me."
I did remember how she was the one who attacked the ship... but how could I stay away when my daughter was in chains?
Also slowly approaching us was Hans, who was standing militarily straight and studying me and the man who had come with me. My attention snapped away from him when I realized that Elsa was hugging me back. The roughness of her ragged bandages rubbed against my arm, but I ignored it. "What happened to you?" I asked.
She hesitated, then spoke quietly. "Hans did it. But... I deserved it."
"What?! How could you possibly deserve-"
But I felt a smooth hand rest on my shoulder, and I looked up to see the red-headed man. I raised an eyebrow at him. "What is it?" He gestured towards the guards, who were quickly moving through the crowd of people that had come to see the reunion, if that's what you could call it. Now that I was paying attention, I could hear a shouting near the back of the crowd.
"DOWN WITH HANS!" the voice shouted, and soon, I could see a man dressed in distinctly bright red clothing. The people around him skittishly backed away from him as he continued to yell. "BRING BACK THE ICE!"
Quickly, two guards reached him, and he was pulled out of the crowd, still ranting loudly at the other spectators. Hans reached us, and he spoke into the ear of one of the guards that was holding Elsa, and she was roughly dragged back towards the castle, which broke her free from my grip. I stood to face Hans, and he frowned at me and the man next to me. "We need to go to the castle, right now," he ordered, beginning to follow behind Elsa and her captors. Not knowing what else to do, I followed, wondering what could have possibly happened to cause this.