Warning: Rather dark, with not-so-fairytale ending.
She is all white with her icy hair and icy manners.
The eldest daughter of a very prominent king, a true aristocratic beauty.
Painfully well-behaved,
perfectly polite,
always decent and controlled,
always the very image of shiny perfection.
(Aloof and distant, scathing behind the wall of cool politeness
Her pirouettes spotless but her smiles fake)
An adoring daughter
A devoted sister
(A monster about to break free.)
Her voice is a whisper, and her heart covered in millions of glistening little crystals
(Fire burning deep within.)
.
Then she turnes blue.
The King and the Queen are both death
and she doesn't feel too alive either.
(Drowning in the deep blue sea, demons push her underwater, their deadly smell filling her lungs.)
Flames searing her soul has gotten stronger
and madness eating her up from the inside has begun to pave its way towards the surface.
So she puts another layer of powder on her face
to conceal it entirely
and smiles for the cameras.
Her heart has turned into a dead, mute piece of ice.
(Or maybe she never had one at first place.)
.
Then she is all purple.
Crown of gold, head held hight,
the imperious look in the new queen's face.
She looks devastatingly beautiful in her attire for the evening,
radiant and briliant and delicate like a snowflake
softly falling onto the sill.
That evening, everyone's head turns.
Hundred pairs of eyes scan her carefully
as if they wanted to sear a mark into her skin with all those glances.
(She feels small and lost
And wishes they'd all leave alredy.)
And then, after her fool of a sister comes up with that stupid idea
(making a scandal for everyone to hear)
she turns black.
.
She is all
explosion
destruction
chaos.
(She is the queen of disaster,
destroying everything at once.)
The ice breaks and craks and glisters in the dark and
her eyes are mad with fear
as she runs away, only leaving ruins behind.
She builds herself a castle in the land of eternal winter,
a castle of ice, so decadent and opulent and entirely hers
she almost feels comfortable for a second.
Mellow lights illuminate her face as she walks around, all made up,
heart-wrenchingly pretty in her high heels and crystal blue dress.
(The evil witches were all beauties after all.)
.
She hopes everyonell leave her alone now,
(surrounded by nothing but ice and silence
and distant memories she wishes she could forget)
but life is not a wish granting factory
and they won't stop showing up and begging her to come back.
Anna appears first
bringing yet another boy with her.
So much for true love.
.
She is pleased at first
-glad to see her little sister again-,
but furious later.
Anna doesnt really understand a thing.
(How could she?)
Anna is warm,
Elsa is not.
Anna is full of life,
Elsa brings nothing but death and misery.
Her sister is good
and she is bad
no matter how hard she tries.
(She is briliant and savage and infinitely passionate beneath the carefully maintained prudence,
if only they noticed.)
.
So she shows Anna the door
accidentaly killing her in the process.
She doesn't really care.
Having an ice cube instead of heart is really practical at times, she tells herself,
and closes the gates again,
only this time
for good.
.
Forever is a long time, but
the winter is safe and she has everything she needs with her behind the glass walls.
(A single tear leaves her eye
but freezes before it rolls down her cheek.)
When another soldiers arrive, she simply turns them into ice statues,
crushing their pathetic little souls with the soles of her brilliant heels.
Finally releasing the demon that's been sleeping in her all along.
.
She doesn't mind the flames anymore.
She is the Ice Queen now, and her ice can beat them any time.
...
(Sometimes, when asleep
she allows herself to dream again.
Her dreams are all pink
and sickeningly sweet.
She can almost feel the sharp cotton-candy taste deep in her mouth.
Deep down, she wishes she could be pink too.
(If only for a second.))