This is a parody of the new movie Frozen. Some events have been changed a little, as well as some of the lyrics. This has been co-written with my friend Hardrock21. This is set in the Negaverse. So enjoy!
Chapter 1
Life could be unpredictable, unimaginable, and yet it could have many twists and turns. One person's achievements can be another person's demise. Yet for some reason love always seems to be a factor that everyone turns to. Some in the point, can be eaten with fear and refuse or swallowed that they cannot be able to see it. This story reflects that. Here it takes place in a universe so dark and so twisted that people have named it, the Negaverse...
A place of corruption. A place where the victims are the ones cause pain. Where the good, become the wicked. Where the innocent fear to in that mindset, two young boys, a tall rat and a shorter duck, who show such promise has their future set out. The young duck, who was no more than five, had already lost his beloved parents to a fiendish organization, one murdered and the other forced to serve. Being abandoned, the boy was sent to the orphanage where he was adopted by a wealthly cartel drug seller and his wife. The boy's name? Drake Mallard.
Life with the cartel was harsh and inhospitable. While he was still young, Drake had witnessed unspeakable acts of torture and horror. Knowing full well, that some day he too would have to commit such vile acts has shown some potential, still being young, he still has managed to keep an innocent act to him. He had a simple nerdy streak to him, yet kept it lock inside. He often dreamed about flying, thinking of the many aspects that could take place. And while doing that, he kept a close watch on his new adoptive parents, learning and observing on what his life would be like. Yet as his new parents were cruel to their workers, they were quite gently and loving to their two boys.
His adoptive brother had grown up in the same environment. Witnessed the same things. Even though these acts affected him harshly, he wouldn't show it. He refused to show sadness or fear in the face of the evil he witnessed. At least not to those close to he kept a watchful eye over his new little brother. Only being a year older, he had already taken the responsibility of watching over him and protecting him from harm's way. The young rat, Elmo Sputterspark, had a powerful secret, one his family has kept hidden. He had the power to control electricity.
When he had first discovered this ability, it had filled him with deadly trepidation. The first time he had used it, he had started a fire that destroyed a large amount of valuable product. The fire had been blamed on a worker had a record for being careless. This event led to an unfortunate and agonizing execution had realize then that he had to be more careful. His parents knew that he had learn and to watch more carefully on what he does with it. However Drake was fascinated with it. The two boys already being incredibly close as the moment young Drake was adopted they had many opportunities to create many devices that could be powered by his their plans didn't always work. Sometimes all they ended up doing was breaking the stuff they created. Disheartening, but it kept them motivated. At times however they did come up with some creations that not only worked, but worked better than how they expected.
And that is only the beginning...
In the drug ring a young Irish setter girl was watching the operation. She loved watching them work, and it filled her heart with excitement on how things worked. The workers kept going, barreling noticing her and her friend, a weasel with a scar on it's left eye and it's right ear half bitten off. The young girl jumped down off some crates and went to help out.
What do you think you are doing little girl?" asked the foreman in charge when he first noticed her.
"Helping out," she replied, as her weasel popped out of her hair, which was being held with two pigtails with skull bows. Her brown eyes glimmered with excitement.
The foreman laughed and said, "Warehouses are no place for little girls. You have not the strength to assist with the moving or storing. Go home child."
The girl huffed. Her face scrunched in disappointment. Yet she was not the type to give up so easily. She walked over and grabbed a bag that one-fourth her side and moved it to the other side as quick as she could. Before long the workers had started humming a tune as they wasn't common for them to sing. Mostly since it was considered a distraction from work. But at times they slipped out. And this was one of those times.
"~Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining. This icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining.~"
Sounds of the forklifts moving and bags of drugs lifted into those carts sounded.
"~So cut through the heart, cold and clear strike for love and strike for fear see the beauty, sharp and sheer. Split the ice apart and break the frozen heart (hup! ho!) Watch your step! Let it go! Hup! Ho! Watch your step! Let it go!~"
The carts were each monitored by a number of workers who then checked their numbers over and over again. Purely out of fear that any slip ups can cost them their life. As they'd seen time and time again.
"~Beautiful!~" One remarked.
"~Powerful!~" another commented.
The girl giggled as she pushed a cart, her weasel riding on the bag on top of it.
"~Dangerous!~" One replied as he dodged a crate heading towards his head.
"~Ice has a magic, can't be controlled.~"
The men pushing the carts moved towards trucks getting ready haul them out. Some had to stop seeing as some product would fall out.
"~Stronger than one! Stronger than ten!~" sand some of the cart workers
"~Stronger than a hundred men!~" sang everyone in the entire room.
The girl watched in wide-eyed amazement. She looked at her weasel that was perched on her shoulder. They smiled at each other and looked back at the scenery.
"~Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining. This icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining.~"
As the workers started heading out. The girl scrambled and followed. Doing as much as she can to one day be part of this business.
"~So cut through the heart, cold and clear, strike for love and strike for fear. There's beauty and there's danger here; split the ice apart. Beware the frozen heart.~"
The doors to the trucks slammed shut as they started up and then drove off. The girl rode on the back of one, before jumping off in the woods near the bridge. She smiled as she watched the workers go then scurried into the woods. She turned towards her weasel companion and said, "That was so much fun. I know I can prove to them that I can help them. So what do ya say? Same time tomorrow?"
Back in the city, night has well cloaked. People sleeping with such depth that sounds of sirens or gunshots was not heard. In the sky the Aruroa lights were being displayed. In a Mansion, Drake woke to the lights of the phenomenon and smiled. He got up and went over to the bed of his older brother, who he was sharing the room with. He nudged him, hoping to wake him even though he knew he would get smacked for doing it.
"Elmo wake up! The sky is awake and dancing! Get up!"
Elmo swatted his hand and barely missed Drake's head.
"Go back to bed twerp. I'm sleeping," Elmo said and lied back down.
But Drake wasn't ready to give up.
"Please Elmo? Do the thing with the electricity! The sky is up! We can't miss this opportunity!" the duckling begged, climbing onto the bed and lifting his older brother's unruly hair out of his eyes.
The rat groaned and sat up. "Fine! We'll play for a little bit, then we're going back to bed."
"You're the best El!" Drake smiled. Drake couldn't help but wrap his arms around his brother, but Elmo just grabbed the boy's wrists and pulled them off.
"Don't do that. Okay?" Elmo said.
Drake frowned and said, "Okay."
Elmo then smiled and rubbed the top of the younger boys head.
"Come on. Let's go have some fun." Elmo said.
The two boys started playing. Elmo started setting off his sparks in the form of fireworks, catching his younger brother's excitement. Drake went around wanting to capture some of the sparks but dared not. Elmo chuckled as he pulled out a small robot and let a little spark go through it, but enough to give it power.
"Hi Drake I'm Brightra! And I like electric hugs!"
The two boys laughed. Drake laughed some more and asked, "Say Elmo. Do you ever think that you could create a... you know?"
"A what?" Elmo asked impatiently.
"An actual lightning bolt. All you ever to are sparks and energy transfers. We've never seen you do an actual bolt. It doesn't even have to be a big one. Just something impressive," Drake finished.
Elmo shrugged and said, "I don't know. But we really shouldn't. There's no telling how dangerous it could be."
Drake looked at him with innocent eyes.
"Could you? Try it out! It might work!"
Elmo just couldn't say no to Drake when he pulled this stunt, so he gathered some energy into his body and shot out a small bolt that did hardly anything.
Drake groaned and said, "Come on Elmo. You can do better than that."
"Give me a break! I'm the one with the power!" he growled at his younger brother.
He gathered more energy, trying his best and sent a bolt larger than the first out of his hand. The small duck whooped quietly, making sure not to disturb their parents, who was a few doors down.
"Now that's more like it! Do it again!"
"Okay. Here we go," Elmo said and launched a still small, but bigger bolt out of his hands.
Except what he didn't realize is that his little brother had accidently jumped into the path of the bolt. Before he realized what happened, the small duckling's body was crumbled against the ground. Elmo gasped and ran over, picking his head up with his hands and onto his lap. He looked him over for injuries but didn't see any, begging silently that he would be alright. Yet, one could mistake that young boy was sleeping. A strand of his white ruffle of hair feathers turned black.
"Oh no. I'm sorry bro, but we need to get help. MOM! DAD! DRAKE'S BEEN HURT!" Elmo called out.
His breath quickened and before he could register was happening, he was crying. He held the duck tighter. Fear was coursing his veins, as if the electricity was hardening his body. The crackling noise of sparks going forming gave way to the room. Elmo didn't noticed. His focus was all on the young duckling his arms. Before he knew it, the doors burst open as their parents rushed in along with a couple of servants who had just happened to be awake at the time. The first thing anyone noticed was the smell of burning feathers in the room. Followed by the sight of the two boys on the floor. One seemed to be unconcious and the other held the smaller one and was crying at the same time.
"Elmo what have you done? This has gotten out of hand!" his father scowled.
Elmo looked down at his hand, knowing very well that it was fault that committed something that was like a sin. The mother gasped in horror as she went over and cradled her youngest in her arms. "He's burning up..."
"I-It was an accident," Elmo sobbed, letting the tears stream down, "I'm sorry Drake..."
He felt a smack at the back of his head and his father said, "You can be sorry later. Right now we have to help your brother."
"But how?" asked Elmo.
Without a word the father turned and headed out the door, the rest of the family following after him in a race against time. They fled through what seemed like an endless amount of hallways through the mansion before skidding into the library. The cartel king hurriedly skimmed through their collection and finally pulled one off the self and looked over the pages. Within he pulled out a withered rustic map with an ancient language written on it.
He shoved the parchment into his coat pocket and nodded to his family in reassurance. "We must leave now if we want to save Drake."
The family headed down to their garage where their chauffer was ready with their vehicle. The drug lord dismissed him and said that he would drive himself. The family piled in and they were off in no time family headed down to their garage where their chauffer was ready with their vehicle. The drug lord dismissed him and said that he would drive himself. The family piled in and they were off in no time flat.
As they left for their journey, Elmo wrapped his arms around his legs. He feared what was await for them and bit his lip nervously. He glanced over at Drake, who was still unconscious and his body shaking with shivers. Elmo very much wished to hold him, and whisper promises to never hurt him. This was the first time his gift has betrayed him and he was certainly paying the price for it. Even though their father had scolded Elmo harshly, he was truly worried for both of his sons. Worried for Drake because of his injury and worried for Elmo because of his ability. Before all Elmo had done was mild mischief or experimenting his powers. But now? This was the first time either of the boys have been hurt. Elmo's abilities had never been this strong before. Who knew how bad it could get?
As the car droved across the bridge and near the woods, Elmo caught sight of a shadow. For a brief moment he could've sworn the small figure was almost ran over, with striking reddish brown hair. He looked again to confirm his sight but saw nothing. They parked off the road and moved into a small clearing surrounded by trees and large rocks. Elmo hugged his father's leg as his mother hugged the sleeping Drake close. They walked into the middle of the clearing, and Elmo waited for a miracle to happen.
"What are we waiting for?" Elmo asked his father.
His father got down to one knee and shushed the boy.
"We're waiting for them. Be patient," his father answered.
"But dad I-"
"Hush, now," the drug lord cooed gently, kneeling down to his level for but a moment. "We will discuss your powers later. For now just pray that the ones that can save Drake will truly appear."
As soon as he had said that, there came the sound of footsteps. They seemed to be coming from every direction, which frightened young Elmo. But his father merely released a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness. They are here," his father said.
Suddenly the rocks started to roll. A slight tremor passed under their feet, and a rock near Elmo's foot seemingly became a gray, moss-covered creature. He jumped back with a yelp but his fear soon subsided when the troll-creature looked back at him with innocent, worried round eyes. Soon all the rocks around them formed into similar looking trolls and they all examined the family in curiosity and concern.
Elmo's father kneeled down to them and said, "Thank goodness you are here, I didn't know what else to do. Is Grand Pabbie here? We need him, it's urgent."
Another troll looked at the back and called out in a distinct female voice.
"Pabbie!"
Tumbling though the newly crowd of trolls, one more rock rolled to the front of the cartel king. It unrolls itself and reveals a new, older looking troll with eyes that held wisdom beyond any of his family members. With furrowed eyes, he asked, "You're Kevin Sputterspark? The Cartel Lord are you not?"
"Indeed I am." Mr. Sputterspark replied.
"What brings you to the Valley of the Living Rocks?"
Mr. Sputterspark's wife came forward with the unconscious Drake still in her arms and brought him down to Pabbie. Pabbie examined the boy and tsked.
"My oh my. And what caused this?" inquired Pabbie.
Elmo approached him and said, "I did it. With my lightning."
"Born or cursed?" the old troll asked.
"Born." the drug lord answered, placing a hand on his son's shoulder, which the young boy grasped for support.
"Your son has been struck with a great magic in the head." The elder replied with half relief, "I am able to save your son. You are very fortunate that it was the head and not the heart. The head is much safer and easier." With a wave of his hand, he extracted Elmo's bolt that was imbedded in Drake's head, which was illuminated with a blue light, that hovered in the trolls hand. Drake's lips formed into a peaceful smile. Elmo felt a wave of gratitude overcome is entire being. The king and queen of the drug distribute seemed more relived to know that their youngest son would be alright, but the troll halted their newborn happiness once more. His ancient eyes on Elmo. "Your son's magic is a gift and will blossom into a magic with great beauty and wonder in it. But with the wonder, will come great fear, which will transform your son into a something far more dangerous than anything that could be imagined."
"So what should we do?" asked Mrs. Sputterspark.
Before Pabbie could answer, Mr. Sputterspark stepped in.
"We'll have to find what he can do. There's no telling what my enemies could do if they found out," he said.
"And the plan?" asked Pabbie.
The two adults could not come up with an answer. Suddenly an image appeared in the sky, an older man, namely Elmo was engraved. A calm blue light was surrounding the older Elmo. But soon after, everything turned into an ominous red tones and screamed warnings to the present Elmo. He cowered in awe at himself. Was that truly his future?
"I shall take the memories of Elmo's powers from Drake's mind." Pabbie made unique movements with his hand with the power that struck Drake. Images of Drake and Elmo playing together with his powers were soon turned into regular days of experimenting with fireworks. These all flashed in front of Elmo's eyes, confusing him. "The memories of your powers will disappear, but the fun will remain."
"So...he won't remember that I have powers."
The ancient troll placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm afraid not son."
Elmo looked down in regret, but his father placed a reassuring hand on the boys shoulder and gave him a rare smile. Though he could tell that the smile had grief and regret in it as well.
"It's for the best son," his father replied.
The realization of the truth dawn on the boy: never again would Elmo be able to go near his precious brother. His fingers curled in, trying to restrain the surge of magic that coursed through his hands. The panic only made it worst; never had Elmo feel such distress. He began to think on how his life would be with eternal suffering he would go through...without seeing Drake anymore or having any outside interaction.
"We'll help him control his powers," the cartel king replied gravely, "Rest assured, Elmo will conceal his magic."
Pabbie stared and asked, "How do you wish to proceed."
The drug lord sighed and said, "Reduce the staff and keep the mansion shut up. The truth about his powers must not go beyond the mansion walls."
Elmo gripped his father's coat, knowing very well what was to come next. It was the only solution the two knew would permentaly protect the cartel kingdom, and Drake, from his powers.
With a heavy heart, the king of drugs, who also happened to be the mayor of St. Canards declared his proclamation, "The gates of the St. Canard shall remained closed forever."