Ignition – A Frozen Fanfiction
by Weldon Kenfield
Disclaimer:
I do not own Frozen. This should be apparent. I also do not own any of the characters or plots of Frozen. This should be just as obvious. The only things I DO own are my plot elements and any characters I make up.
Chapter 1
Waking up
It was dark. Oh so very dark. I couldn't move, couldn't think, nor see due to an absence of light. A sharp ringing in my ears ruled that source of information out too. My motor skills would not respond, and as such, I was immobilized for the time being. The only thing that was working, it seemed, were my memories and conscious thought. I desperately tried to remember, to find some clue as to what was happening; but my mind betrayed me, offering naught as an answer. I had not lost my memory, but it contained nothing which could offer any help in my current state. Nor could it provide a reason for my current predicament.
The last thing I remembered was walking down my neighborhood road, greeting the small children playing in their yards. I was on my way home from a day's work, tiresome as it was, but interesting and intellectually stimulating as well. After entering my home, I sat down under a lamp, and began to read. I had indeed needed to rest, as my legs refused to move after I retired to my reading chair. The contents of the book I had picked to relax with were beyond my mind at the moment, but the memories could provide the length of time before my body went to bed without my consent. That explains the backache, I thought to nobody in particular. I would have spoken this, but my speech seemed to be working just as well as the other functions of my body were currently. Reading chairs were not meant for sleeping on.
It seemed that I had done everything normally after my day of work, besides falling asleep in my chair. I suddenly had a terrifying thought: What if I had paralyzed myself somehow? Wherever my body was, the area started heating up, almost as if in response to my calamity. I swore that my hearing had returned, because I suddenly picked out the crackling of many flames, nearly to the volume of a forest fire. I was in full panic mode at this point, because humans and fire generally do not exist in the same area very well. I had to get away from wherever I was, but before that, I had to gain control of my body back.
I struggled in my dark mental space to reacquire connection with my extremities. With great mental effort, my fingers brushed together. Good, that's a start, I whispered to myself, both calming me down and bringing to my attention that my speech was once more functional. Once more, something strange occurred, with the raging inferno of wind and heat dying down to merely a small sea of popping sounds. Heat, I thought to myself, realizing I had the sensation of touch back across my entire body.
I immediately noticed something odd about that sensation. I couldn't put my finger on it quite yet, but something was up with my body. It was... weird. It's as if some areas of skin had ceased to exist, and in those areas, a feeling not unlike sandpaper's rub was present. If I just recovered from paralyzation, that might cause this. Though I've never heard of this happening before, I mused, distracting me from the dire situation I was in. Not surprisingly, however, I felt the heat around me leave completely, the crackling and popping of the flames gone. I instantly put two and two together to figure out that the fire was controlled by my emotional state. I'd never heard of fire doing that before, so a twofer had been pulled on me by wherever I was. It could be a coincidence, but the likelihood of that was second to none.
The second to last sense I regained was smell. What little wind there was around me brought burnt carbon and ash toward my nostrils; I recoiled and my hand landed on what must have been the border of the fire, as the ground felt like dust. Warily, I turned my head and opened my eyes, to take a look at what had been mere meters away from my body; My eyes were not yet adjusted, but I could see basic shapes and colors. That black ground does not look comforting, I thought, and sat up, waiting for my eyes to come into focus. My hands were situated behind my back, propping me up with what little strength I had. The expansive remains of the field I was in caught my eyes, which widened to their maximum: the entire area was charred, burnt grass, trees and bushes dotting the landscape.
I looked down, and noticed three things. One; I was sitting on a circular patch of green grass, the only oasis in this destroyed wasteland, Two; I was wearing a dress, and Three; I had a chest which extended much farther than normal, ending in two mounds.
The sudden shock of this realization and the ordeal I had already been through overtook me, and I fell to the ground, slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was two long, golden red, braids of hair.
End Chapter 1.
Author's Footnote:
This is a short chapter. The others in this story are much longer.