Hey everybody,
this is my very first fic, so I'm a bit nervous, but also very exited! Writing it has been a lot of fun, and helped me move on from the terrible feelings I've had after the final.
It's going to be a multishot, this is only the first chapter. I plan to publish the whole story during this week, one or occasionally two chapters every day, but we'll see.
I hope so much that you'll like it!
Rumplestiltskin gathered his rage and held out a ball of fire to the young woman before him. He maintained it for some moments so she could admire it, then he let it burn out.
'Your turn, dearie.'
The blond girl clenched her fingers and stared at them, her ice blue eyes reflecting the eagerest concentration.
From her palm exploaded a puff of snow and a miriad of ice shreds.
'How the hell did you do that?!'
Elsa stared at her own hands in excitement. She had always brought cold with her wherever she went, made the sky darken and the winds raise, even used to make the ceiling drizzle snow in her room, but never before had she done something like this. Snow from her palm, intentionally! She grinned at the flabbergasted man before her.
'I did it!' she exclaimed. 'I controlled it!' Rumplestiltskin just narrowed his eyes. 'How?' he whispered, almost as if threatening. Her smile died. 'I just… I just did what you said. Focused my anger,' she explained apologeticly.
He frowned and sighed. 'Fair enough dearie, let's see what you can do… Close your eyes and do as I say.'
Elsa was still excited, but now also a little afraid, and uneasy because of his reaction. Nevertheless, she closed her eyes obediently. 'I want you to go back to the moment where you were the angriest, the most desperate. Try to recall that moment as precisely as you're able to, and reclaim your emotions.'
Elsa remembered. The day her parents told her she could not play with her sister anymore, not even talk to her again, ever, because her powers had to remain a secret. It had been so hard to keep them in! She had been so lost, so lonely and sad! So angry and desperate; but she had been just a child, a good girl who did as she was bid and so she was shut away in her room of cold isolation, and was forced to stay there till she grew up fully. Her whole childhood had been ripped from her; years and years spent alone in the slowly falling snow, without the dear little Anna or any other living soul.
She is standing in front of her door, she wants to get out but there's no way, she's going to stay here for the rest of her life and never see anything of this beautiful, cruel world as if she's never even been born into it… She can never hold her sister in her arms again…
A single fat teardrop rolled down her cheek. 'I see you can feel it ' Rumplestiltskin said silently. 'Hold it…'
Her desperation took over her completely.
'…and now let it go.' Elsa took a deep breath and as she exhaled she imagined knocking down her door, but nothing happened.'Stop thinking about it,' the wizard said. 'Magic… is pure emotion. '
Elsa concentrated. She tried to forget about her memories and the the present, even about what she was trying to achieve.
Let. It. Go.
A cold wind arose, first just gently, then it turned stronger and stronger, wilder and wilder. Dark snow clouds gathered on the sky.
The the little stream beside them froze in an instant, as if startled by the sudden change.
The wizard's features betrayed surprise and amazement. When he pulled himself together, he shouted, 'You have to stop it!'
'How?!' she cried out in fright. She was losing control again!
'A good memory! ' he shouted back. 'I don't have any!' she protested, panicking. 'You do! Everyone has one, even me! Come on, Elsa, I know you can do this!' He looked just as afraid as she was.
'No, no I can't!'
'You have to!'
Elsa tried to remember the day when they had built a snowman with Anna, but the blizzard around her and the panic in her head were all too real for her to feel that moment; there was nothing she could do! 'You do it!' she screamed at the wizard. What was he waiting for?!
'If I could I would have stopped this madness by now!'
No.
Now she was really afraid. She fell on her knees, holding her head.
'Watch out!'
She snapped her head up. Rumplestiltskin was throwing a ball of fire at her. She cried out and held her hand up, protectively… and she practically locked him into a block of ice.
There was a roar behind her and as she glanced behind her back she realized that the wizard had thrown that ball not at her, but at the snow monster that was approaching.
The last moment before she blacked out she managed to freeze the beast.
On the morning after that fatal trip of Emma and Hook into the past, Prince Charming got out of his bed and walked to the window. Still clumsy from sleep, he pulled the curtains apart and his jaw dropped.
He didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't this.
Staring outside in disbelief, he called out, 'Snow!'
It wasn't the cold that bothered Elsa, it was that she still had no idea where she was. What was this world? It was strange and unsettling, alienating even, not at all like Arendelle or the Enchanted Forest. In fact, it was only now that she realised how similar those two other worlds were. Here, everything was completely different. The stone roads and the metal carriages, even the clothes and the houses.
Only one thing about it seemed familiar, that the moment she arrived she had covered it in snow, banished it with an eternal winter. Whatever this town was, in whichever crazy world, she was sorry, but there was nothing she could do about it.
It was an early night; she had decided to look around on the streets while all the doors were shut, all the curtains drawn against the dark and the cold.
She turned around the corner and bumped into somebody. She was shorter than Elsa, wore a strangely cut coat and cried fervent black tears that left scary strains on her face. 'I'm sorry I didn't see you coming,' she sputtered immediatelly, afraid that the woman would figure that this weather was her fault and considered her enemy.
'It's nothing, ' she muttered, and hurried away.
'Wait, ' she reached out for her, hoping to ask for answers, and, without meaning to, she sent some shreds of the ice flying after her. As she ran further and further from her she thought she saw one of them hitting the back of her head.
Her heart squeezed with guilt and terror. 'Wait!'
