A crystalline form wisped in from the outside, its features glistening with each stroke of the Sun's incandescence. The minuscule figure flew further into the room with touches of the wind. It found an alteration in its path, however, when the wind found itself supplanted by an alien force. Azure wind caught the icy wanderer, whisking it in the general direction of a blond woman tapping deliberately on her bed railing. Suddenly the snowflake was disintegrated under the powerful finger of Arendelle's elder scion.
"Why," she moaned, "did it have to happen again?"
Metallic pangs had filled her room for a good while, the walls echoing with eerie resonance.
"Anna..."
"Such a long day," said Elsa, with a feeling of grit, grime and greasiness.
She had rounded the corner of the throne room following the end to a long chain of adjournments—the situation with the Southern Isles had finally been resolved 6 months after the insurrection of Hans.
With a heavy yawn, "At least that's over. I thought I'd never be rid of them." Stopping just outside her bedroom, a feeling of sweatiness and stiff bones gave her second thoughts.
"This won't do at all, now will it?" Turning counterclockwise from her living quarters so as to face the end of the hall, she eyed the showers and lurched in their general direction.
Upon entering, a welcoming of grandiloquent vaulted ceilings and a superfluous atrium stood to reason that this was the way of royal bathing. Late as it was, Elsa had come up with an interesting solution for low lighting some time ago. The top of the ceiling had been bored out and a fractal of ice greatly magnified whatever light there was.
The blonde stared to the left end, eyeing her personal shower. The door had been of her design—adorned with a gigantic keyhole only she could open. She skillfully conjured the key, opened the door and did away with it just as quick, its watery contents disappearing into one of the drains.
"Times like these would be better dealt with in my ice gown, but no I had to dress up proper for these fools," she said exasperatedly, having to remove her clothing rather than dissipating it as she would her signature gown.
Hot water peppered her skin seconds later, eliciting a euphoric gasp from her. Realizing that she was quite tired, however, she took a seat over to the shower's side. The steaming water rained all about her.
She slowly rotated her arms and legs whilst feeling the dirtiness wash away. A content smile graced her face.
A few minutes more and she motioned to exit. After a little stretch and a yawn, she conjured a simple nightgown for herself, feeling a freshness as her showered body met her ice.
Having grabbed her clothes and stepped out of the showers into the hall, she made her way to bed.
*SLAM*
A resounding echo came from behind her. "Someone else was showering?" She postulated, somewhat surprised as she heard no indicator—save for the slam. Elsa quickly huddled to the wall, just out of the magnified moonlight's reach.
*Step, step, step*
"I wonder what kind of day Elsa had."
Hearing her name in such a way, the blonde froze as the one in question came into view. Her younger sister had forgot to bring clothes to change into, and, believing no one would see her this late, she opted to go without.
The redhead stopped just outside the showers, mere feet from Elsa. She finger combed her hair, allowing the elder to see her in a way she had only a few times before.
Slowly, thoughts from she knew not where crept into her mind. "Do it, Elsa," said a primal voice. That moment a dichotomy formed, leaving Elsa herself without control. All she knew was that her sister's wet bosom enticed her. Eyes dilating, her arm reached out as if to touch it—her fingers curled ever-so-slightly.
She snapped back to reality the instant before she crossed into the light.
"What the hell are you thinking, Elsa!?" Her mind chastised. She immediately retracted her arm, amazed at the division of her psyche.
Anna then slowly walked down the hall to her room, Elsa eyeing her all the way. Her clothesless expedition ended with a decisive shut of her bedroom door.
Precious air filled the elder sister's lungs, utterly flabbergasted as to what her id had just attempted.
"What the hell," she asked, imploring the depths of her mind. "Did that really just happen?" She looked to her outstretched hands in disbelief.
As if a woman on a mission, she strolled to her room with newfound energy, refusing to rest until reasoning with herself.
"I mean I was tired, somewhat delirious, I could barely see her and.. oh why can't I explain myself!?" Her bed railing had begun accumulating dents as her fingers became ice-covered in frustration.
Sighing, she brought her knees up to her face, slowly shifting her gaze to the early morning sun. It then dawned on her that she had lost all opportunity for restful sleep, courtesy of her wandering mind.
"There has to be a reason," she whispered, desperately seeking absolution. Shock had her reeling even after several hours of intense thought—no matter the number of times she spent retracing the same points, no pungency did they lose.
"Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months," she said, moving to a more upright seating position as she named them. "Years." Her eyes widened as her life flashed before her eyes. "To think that thirteen of my 21 years on this Earth were spent in isolation."
Laying back on the bed, she figured in her head that more than half of her life had been spent away from Anna. Perhaps that would explain her lack of control.
"But there I go admitting I can't control it. That's not good enough!" she shouted. A small atmosphere of ice orbited her. "Where are you good-for-nothing parents when I need you? I just.. why?" A rumbling within her shook her very foundation. Cracks began forming, but then she implored her remembrances of her parents.
A gray room with eerie lighting; a space within her mind. Taken aback at her change of surroundings, she turned around to see just what she didn't want to see.. two unhappy faces. Taking a small step forward, she looked to her feet and noticed the expanse—the emptiness—of the space she was in. Filled only by them.
"Elsa?" She shot her face in the direction of her mother. "Conceal, don't feel," her father said.
"I haven't even said one word and you're throwing me that of all things? The very thing that destroyed me?" Her mother and father locked arms, never allowing their gaze to leave Elsa.
Thinking that the projections perhaps had nothing more to say, she surmised that maybe their actions were symbolic. And then it hit her.
They were together. She was alone.
In-between the pair and their daughter emanated a blinding light, ripping Elsa back to the real world.
She lost it all to incoherence. The waves of sadness within her found an exit through her eyes.
Her body writhed with each involuntary breath, causing her to roll her face over into the bed, somewhat lessening her cries. It played in her head over and over again. Conceal, don't feel; conceal, don't feel; conceal don't feel.
The very mantra that had made her into a monster; the very thing that had kept her from bonding with anyone assaulted her vulnerable mind.
"Elsa?" asked a familiar voice.
The only thing that could have made the situation worse. And she didn't even lock the door.
This is the first Frozen-related thing I ever wrote, but I refrained from posting it because it needed to undergo some drafting. I have pre-written the first 3 chapters following this prologue, so they'll probably be up here in a few days. They, too, need to undergo some drafting, however.
Oh yeah, and this is my first attempt at writing something angst-y. Hopefully it won't be too unbearable lol But from what I've seen in other fics (*looks at The Sting of Summer's Winter and Tempest), mine should be tame by comparison.. probably...
About this: it's gonna be long. I'm dead serious. I won't give a word count estimate, but I've already got a good idea of the plot; there's no way it'll be short, that's for damn sure.
This fic is/will contain/takes place in, but is not limited to:
1. An extension of the canon universe (entirely of my own design)
2. Eventual Elsanna (with an emphasis on eventual)
3. Anna obtaining powers of some sort
4. A conspiratorial main conflict
5. And other stuff that I'm going to keep secret.. for now :p