To Queen Elsa: Thank you!
To Levi Snowfractal: Thanks! | Yeah, that kinda bothered me too. I think I'm going to revise and make it so that Anna kind of makes Elsa so frustrated that she does loose control. It just needs to be longer, in my opinion. (Which doesn't make sense, because I'm editing my own story when I could make the changes directly. :O) :D
I do not own Frozen.
Chapter Two: Freed Spirit
There was a cold tingling in her wings, her tail, and the tip of her claws. She stretched, her claws clacking on the the tiled floor, some of the carefully laid porcelain plates cracked. A strange connection drew her to a pale figure on the floor. The dragon looked around. The room was covered in ice and there was a large hole in the wall that was iced shut.
The figure stirred slightly, which drew the dragon's attention back to the girl. She nudged the human, which lifted its hand weakly as if to ward off a blow. "Anna . . ." She moaned. "Stop."
Ahna? the dragon thought. My name is Ahna.
A fierce hammering disturbed the frozen door, and Ahna turned around and stared at it. Without warning, it shattered open. Ahna skittered back as three humans with shiny needles rushed in, just to find a ferocious dragon standing over their Queen.
Ahna was a translucent-blue, with folded wings each the size of a royal bed. She had dark ridges along her spine and down her tail, and while her cousins could breathe fire, she could breathe ice.
When the humans saw the dragon, they readied their spears and swords, and charged.
Ahna opened her wings in a threatening way. Since the humans kept coming with fear in their eyes, Ahna wondered what could possibly be the problem. By chance, her eyes alighted on the Queen below her.
Understanding dawned in the dragon's eyes, and she stepped away from the Queen. The soldiers halted, but frustration remained.
Next to Ahna, the Queen stirred and woke up. She pushed herself to a sitting position, and surveyed the scene with blurry eyes. When she saw Ahna, she leapt up.
Ahna's creator's emotions sent her into a tizzy. First she was confused, then elated, mad, sad, excited, and back to confused. Then an odd cloudy feeling.
"What is this?" The Queen asked. "Trevor? Why, when I just woke up, am I being assaulted by three of my own guards, including the Captain of the Guard? Do you have a meaning for this?"
It became quite clear to Ahna that her creator had not seen her yet. Or, maybe she had seen her, but not yet processed what she was.
Trevor, the man wearing a gold badge on his shirt, lifted a trembling hand and pointed straight at Ahna.
"Wait! Trevor! Oh, no . . ." Anna had rushed back after contacting the royal guards, but apparently she had not been fast enough.
"Hello! I'm Olaf and I like–who are you? Elsa, who is that?" Olaf cried happily and waddled over to give Ahna a hug.
Over all of this, Ahna had frozen like an ice statue when the Queen's piercing eyes focused on her like two spotlights.
"Who . . . Who are you?" The Queen asked.
Ahna tilted her head and snorted, then lowered her head so that the Queen could look her in the eyes.
The Queen reached out and touched Ahna's nose in wonder. "I made you?" She asked.
"Elsa made a dragon!" Olaf cried. "Can I ride him?"
Ahna snorted in Olaf's face, rather rudely. Olaf's head flew onto Trevor, who dropped his weapon and caught the head. His body got impaled on the recently dropped sword, and his feet stayed where they were.
Ahna straightened up. She looked at the two other guards, who were frozen like deer in headlights. Ahna huffed and a blast of cold air made the guards' uniforms flap. As one, they turned and fled. Trevor followed soon after, holding Olaf's head like it was a stuffed animal. Anna had disappeared, and Kristoff was busy picking up Olaf. Without his head, of course.
"What's your name?" Elsa asked softly, relived that the guards were out of the picture. Ahna tilted her head and crouched down, squeaking and indicating that Elsa should ride on her.
"You want me to ride on you?" Elsa asked.
The dragon squeaked again, sounding like a little impatient hatchling, so Elsa hopped on. The moment that the dragon felt her resting in the little hollow on its back, she took off, blasting through the wall and out into the open air.
It seemed like no time at all to Elsa that she and her own icy creation were up with the birds, flying around the only world Elsa had ever known. But right now, to Elsa, her world was now so much more. She could see everything from their height: scattered trees across the grassy clearing, small, sparkling dots of wayward ice glittering at her, the royal castle, and best of all, the wide expanse of Arendelle, spreading out endlessly in all directions and the forest and mountains after.
For the first time in her life, Elsa felt free, as if she were born to live in the clouds and would never return to land. She left all her worries on the ground and all that mattered was her and the dragon. For once she was free of her parents' death, which had haunted her forever since the incident. She was free of her worries and nightmares of Anna.
Elsa screamed with excitement, even letting out a couple of icy blasts to show the sky and the empty space who was boss. For the first time in her many years of living in Arendelle, Elsa felt completely unstoppable and in control.
A/n: Those last four chapters were taken from another one of my books that was a collab (I modified it to make it compatible with Elsa's powers), so that's why it doesn't look like my style of writing. I still own the structure, though. I just don't own Frozen, Elsa, or Arendelle.
