Ice
Hey,
So, here's me trying to be interesting. This is set in an universe where, when they say 'to freeze someone's heart' they mean their metaphorical heart rather than your physical one.
Basically this is a monologue for Anna if when her heart had fully frozen she had turned into a cold blooded murderer without a heart.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen
"I don't feel anymore, Elsa. Do you have any idea what it's like to not care about anything, to not feel about anything or anyone? I don't even care for my own life anymore or yours for that matter. I know I should care, I know I should feel but, I just don't. I can't even remember what it feels like to feel, to want, to hate, to need, to love. All I can feel is pain, and, in answer to your question, sister dearest, that's why I'm doing this, that's why I'm keeping you alive. You are supplying me with the only thing I can feel, pain. Because, hurt is not an emotion, it's a state of mind, it some thing that throbs constantly in the back of you head, not always hard or heavy enough to register yet, always there. It's the only thing that's keeping me alive right now. It's that only thing I want to live for. Pain, it feels so wonderful rushing through my veins, breaking through the wall that keeps it hidden in the back of my head and infesting my mind with all it's power and grandness. As for how you come in to the equation, well, yes, there is of course physical pain, knives carving into my arm, whips biting into my back, chains digging into my neck, there's a reason I keep Christof around. But, there is also mental pain, the beautiful screams of a tortured mind, begging to be realise from the harsh reality that is life. That type of pain, is the most powerful despite what some may think, it lasts the longest, never truly fading, always, no matter how deep you try to bury it, lurking quietly at the back of your mind as a dull ache. It is delicious, so beautiful and fulfilling. But, alas, I cannot really feel mental pain, I'm to far gone for that, you need to care about something to feel the pain of losing it. You, on the other hand, I know you can feel it. I can see it in the way your body slumps every time I tell you of my bloody conquests, I can hear it in your screams and pleads as I torture your people before you, I can see it in your eyes every times you turn your gaze to me, expecting to see your beloved sister but, instead see the monster I've become. The monster you made me Elsa, sister dearest, the monster you created. Your pain, it's pure and genuine and simply gorgeous, the was it sits in the air as I enter your cell, so heavy I can almost taste it's bitter taste and smell it's sweet sent. It's like a drug, your pain, I live for it. Your pain, Elsa, is what keeps me alive every day, it's what keeps me anchored to this planet, to this world, to life. You are the only reason I'm living, if that's what you want call this broken existence of mine, you are the only reason I'm breathing. I'd say I'm grateful, but I'm not. I'd say I'm thankful, but I'd be lying. I'd say I love you, but, we both know that's not really true."
- Anna with a frozen heart.
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