Ice Ever Darker
A.B.T.
Prologue
It was with a heavy heart that Elsa read the news of her parents demise, and the load only increased with every re-reading. Outside her sister, Anna, begged and pleaded for entrance to the room, only to be denied. And how could Elsa allow such a thing? To let her sister see the ice that covered every surface? To see the ice that hurt her all those years ago? It was unthinkable, and so Elsa said nothing. There was nothing to say.
. . .
Elsa stumbles her way along the lake, watching with fear as the water below her freezes with each step. Her people have abandoned her, and what is left of her life lies under a curse of ice. A curse that is reflected in the grotesque form her right arm has taken. Her hand is now fully covered in jagged ice plates like claws on some demonic gauntlet, and deep within it she can see a faint red glow. The ice flows back from her hand up her arm like it was blasted back, and within it's depths she can see, with more than just a little terror in her heart, a glowing yellow eye looking back at her. With a shiver that has nothing to do with the growing cold, she covers the eye with her other hand and continues to run, one thing at the forefront of her thoughts – she can never go back.
