Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Frozen characters or the general plot theme of Christopher Nolan's Batman Universe.
This story is a remake/rearrangement of the Nolan Batman Saga with Frozen's character, with new story elements added by myself.
A/N: The story could be longer than I expected, so it will be divided into several books.
Book I - Origins of the Ice Queen
Chapter 1
Magic is commonly known as a hoax in the modern world.
A phenomenon that the mind conceives when the elaborate tricks of a skilled performer cause one's eyes to distort the truth, deceiving oneself that something supernatural has happened.
The Anderson family was one of the many who firmly believed so, until their daughter was born into the world. Gift or curse, they did not know, but when they saw little Elsa Anderson's crib covered in frost (and the little girl giggling inside it as if nothing had happened), they could not simply digest what was going on.
After a rally of events involving little Elsa and frozen objects which made contact with her, they came to one conclusion: Magic was real, and her daughter possessed it. At first they were afraid, and then they started to deny it. Finally, they decided to accept the truth. Their daughter was gifted with a special talent, and even if the world might fear it, they trusted their daughter that she would do fine.
They were jut not ready to reveal this to the outside world, besides close family and their faithful butler, Kai. There were no specific neighbors around the house, for the estate they owned covered the entire neighborhood.
The Andersons were a prestigious family in Arendelle City for generations.
Elsa's father, Walter Anderson, owned AndersCorp, a conglomerate business large enough to spread out into most corners of the world.
Their residence was in a manor, far out from the urban areas, one of the largest estates in the country. Fit for a king, actually, although Walter Anderson was a king, or at least a lord, in the economical realm of the United States.
And the home was a perfect place for Elsa to perform her powers, her gifts, with her beloved younger sister, Anna.
Anna was born normal, or at least without powers. However, her liveliness and playful nature made her more than just a normal girl.
With Anna always awake before Elsa, the Anderson sisters would be out in the garden, or maybe the vast halls of the manor, playing. And their playtime was primarily warmed up (ironically) with Elsa's frosty abilities.
"Anna! Look what I found!" Elsa shouted, in the middle of her small excavation of the garden soil.
"What is it?" It was still September, but the Anderson estate was partially blanketed with a sheet of snow, frozen by Elsa. After making snow angels, having a snowball fight, and best of all, building a snowman, Elsa and Anna decided to try something outside the snow-zone.
In her hand was an arrowhead, looking ancient and worn by time, probably buried in the dirt for centuries until it was accidentally unearthed while constructing the garden.
"Can I look at it?" asked Anna, reaching her palm out.
"Noooo… Finders keepers!" teased Elsa, grinning at her sister with victory, until the open palm suddenly snatched the arrowhead from her grasp. The next moment, Anna was on the run.
"Give it back!" The older girl was annoyed, if not angry, by her sister's childish behavior. Sure, she was a child, only 5 years old.
"FINDERS KEEPERS!" was her sister's reply with bursting laughter. Giggling, Elsa chased Anna down the garden.
"THERE IS NO ESCAPE!" "CAN'T CATCH ME!" The sisters ran around, until Anna jumped into one of the bushes to hide herself, unsuccessfully. Conjuring a snowball in her hand, Elsa shouted triumphantly, "I HAVE YOU NOW!"
The snowball, along with a mighty torrent of icy wind, was fired directly at Anna, who tried dodging into the deeper parts of the bushes. Giggling, Anna shouted with delight. "NOOOO"
Strangely, the scream was longer than it should have been. And the sound echoed from… underneath the ground? The next thing Elsa noticed, was that Anna was nowhere in sight, and that she remembered hearing the cracking of planks when she dove into the bushes. And the thud.
Elsa's heart fell to the ground, struck with terror. What could have just happened?
Elsa slowly approached the bushes, hoping that the worst would not have happened. As she looked inside, she realized that what she dreaded has come to life.
In the bush was a well (which she was aware of its existence and warned by her father, although she had no idea where it was), once covered with planks. The planks were now broken, which gave away under Anna's weight.
Peering down with frightful eyes, she saw Anna lying on the now-dry well floor. The well was quite deep down under, more than 10 feet. And Anna, as Elsa dreaded, was lying motionless.
Elsa awoke. Her eyes flurried over the ceiling frantically, the visions from her dreams still alive in front of her eyes. Anna's scream, the thud, and the agonizing situation when she looked upon her sister's unmoving body…
It was all too much. Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she came back to the real world.
"Did you have a dream?" asked an elderly man, right next to her cell.
"Nightmare," replied Elsa.
"Worse than this?" the man asked again.
Elsa got up from her dirty cot, looking around the cells of the Bhutanese prison. The old man was her only companion to talk to, the rest of the inmates were chiefly no more than obnoxious beasts. Probably the only woman in the prison for now, she was desperately waiting to be transferred to a proper place.
Of course, no nightmares could be worse than the shithole she was confined in. The 'prison' was only a temporary place where the criminals from around the town were confined, until they stood on trial. The rest of the members of her little band of thugs and smugglers were nowhere to be seen. I don't even deserve a better place, anyway, she thought.
The prisoners stood in a line to receive their breakfast, a lukewarm stew that tasted worse than it looked, from the makeshift stand that served it. It was Elsa's turn to receive her bowl, when a burly, whale of a man struck down her bowl to the ground. Elsa glared back at him.
"You are in hell, little bitch," sneered the Bhutanese thug, in broken English.
"And I am the devil!" "You're no devil." replied Elsa, her eyes empty with apathy.
"You're just practice!" With the remark, Elsa struck a swift punch on the mammoth ruffian's nose. Startled, he paced backwards, then after coming back to his senses, he charged at her with a group of others, yelling and cursing.
The brawl engaged on the muddy courtyard. Several men, equally large, assaulted Elsa with all their strength, but they were no match for her. Skinny but not fragile, Elsa's body was compact with muscles hardened from the last 7 years.
She parried against the tugs with precision and speed, knocking them back from her. Nevertheless, Elsa realized she was outnumbered, and the thugs were advancing on her despite her defenses.
On the last moment Elsa was to be pounded to a pulp, an outburst of cold air blasted the men across the courtyard. Ice covered the men's clothes, and soon, they were scurrying off in fear, brushing away the frost.
A loud gunshot pierced the air. "Enough! Solitary, for protection." The sentry dragged off Elsa.
"I don't need protection!" Elsa struggled back.
"Protection for them." The sentry pointed to the mess that just happened. Several grown men sprawled on the mud, with frost on their clothes, were clutching their sides and groaning with agony.
Elsa was thrown on the cold floor of a solitary cell. The cell smelled dustier from the others she was in, but the cold was tolerable.
"Are you so desperate to fight criminals that you lock yourself in to take them on one at a time?" A smooth, but dark voice boomed from the corner of the room.
"Actually, there were seven of them."
"I counted six." Elsa turned around to realize that the voice was not coming from inside her mind. She was not alone in the cell. Retreating in surprise, she caught a better glimpse of her guest.
Out of the shadow emerged a man, tall and slim with broad, squared shoulders.
He was in a white suit with navy trousers, formal attire she hadn't seen for a while. His features revealed that he was young, almost young as her? His auburn hair went down his cheeks in sideburns, and his eyes were emerald, looking right through Elsa's own eyes.
"How did you know my name?"
"The world is too small for someone like Elsa Anderson to disappear, no matter how deep she chooses to sink." The young man smiled dryly at Elsa.
"Who are you?" she asked with suspicion.
"Hans Westergard, but call me Hans. I am a representative of the 'Duke,' a legendary figure leading our society. We can lead you a path."
"I don't need your help."
"You hid from the world, to find salvation for yourself. But it seems that you are truly lost."
Hans continued. "The Duke can offer you a path of salvation in our society."
"Which is?"
"Oh, there are many ways to call us, but I prefer the name, The Brotherhood of Corona."
"What do you think you are, Jedi?"Elsa snorted, throwing in a pop-culture reference.
"Actually, yes, we are." And if Hans was joking, there was no hint of fooling around in his voice.
"You, Ms. Anderson, are gifted with a certain power, besides your wealth and fame, which you decided to turn away." Elsa gulped. Does he know my secret? How?
"I believe that you have chosen to hide your abilities from the world. However, it seems that your powers have made its way out of your… concealing ways. Nevertheless, I see great potential in it, and with it, we can bring balance to the universe."
Elsa was terrified by how this stranger knew everything about her, and sort of read her mind. However, the woman gathered herself up and faced Hans standing, from the crouching position she was in.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, I knew you would take some interest in us." Hans chuckled.
Then, with a firm look, he faced Elsa. "We are a league of warriors descending down history for centuries, since the first beings gifted with elemental powers were known to the human world. These are a gift, given to restore order to the breaking world. We appear at times to return balance to the world, and then… we disappear, out of the sight of mankind. No authority has power over us, for we govern ourselves, free from the hypocritical laws that the corrupt have established."
Elsa scoffed at the young man. "You're vigilantes."
"No, no, no. A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification," replied Hans. Again, there was a serious tone in his voice.
"He can be destroyed, or locked up. But if you make yourself more than just a single person, if you devote yourself to an ideal… and if they can't stop you, then you become something else entirely." "Which is?" "Legend, Ms. Anderson."
Hans turned back and started walking out. Then, he looked back on Elsa. "I have prepared to have you set free tomorrow. When you are released, you will journey into the Southern Isles."
"How do I find it?" Elsa's tongue was ahead of her brains. She hadn't yet even decided to trust this stranger in the first place, and she was already asking him the directions to find him!
"You will find your ways down the mountains, across the border of India and Bangladesh, to the coasts of the Bay of Bengal. Do what you must to obtain a boat, travel by yourself."
Hans went on. "Sail south and you will notice mist obscuring you view."
"And?"
"Do not avoid the mist, venture deep into the heart of your fears. There you shall find… what you seek."
Hans left, and the cell door closed with a thud.
To her surprise, Elsa was released the following day. The sentries even did her the favor of driving her all the way to the borders by truck.
Or they were just trying to dump her away as far as they could. After being dumped out of the truck with her satchel, Elsa found herself alone on the road, stretching far and alone in the middle of the mountains.
The platinum-haired woman peered into the distance. There was an inspection stop, but she wasn't going that way. Racing up one of the mountains, she reached higher ground where she could sneak away.
Elsa looked down the mountain, seeking what lay beyond the mountains and sea, to her obscured and mysterious future.