Three chapters in 24 hours. I know, I know. I've got a fire lit under me. I hope that's no problem?
I don't own these characters but I sure do like playing with them.
After being hidden away like a horrible secret, Elsa positively reveled using her powers. The tingling chill that courses through her veins, flowing to the tips of her fingers. With a single thought she could create, build a while new world. A home for only her. Such power used to scare her, made her shun the way her body vibrated with icy anticipation. It was freeing.
She perched herself on the edge of an open balcony. Her bare feet dangling down over the valley. Elsa knew the ice would hold. After all, it was a part of her. It was the only thing that chased away her darkness, the deep depressiveness and accompanied her throughout life. It made her feel free.
Freedom. What a cruel thing. Even now, amongst her frozen walls, she felt the pull of responsibility. Her duty would never really let her be free. A crack resounded through the small building she created. The crystal-like floor beneath her had a fissure running through it, and although this shelter was smaller and more modest than her previous creation, it worried her none the less. She's sighs against her worries. She'll think no more of them tonight.
And yet as she stared at the half moon, with it shinning down happy silver rays upon the newly snow covered land, she felt the loneliness sink in like a bitter breath. She should be used to this; she should be enjoying the cold and ice.
A tear fell, hot against her strikingly pale skin. How strange that her blood and tears run hot when she could only give out cold. More tears. They fell down her breasts, barely covered by her frost created gown. The thing she refuses to give up, even as it's seen as indecent. A sob she didn't know she held escaped her dusky lips. The single sound echoed into a million, coming back to ears as a ghost of itself. Perhaps that's all she'll ever be.
He heard the sound bounce past him. Did he imagine it? His mind was not what it used to be, but he also hadn't been able to catch any rabbit in two days. He's only had what little berries he knew were safe to eat. It very well might be hunger and exhaustion that played with his brain. But when he heard a second sob, and a third, he knew he was close to someone, a woman.
Slowly he crested a pine covered hill. The sight before him set his blood on fire. It was her. Even from this distance, he knew the white haired Queen sat perched on the edge of her small fortress. It was less than half the size of the majestic ice castle he remembered.
Despite himself, he had been thoroughly impressed. Even now, he felt a small measure of appreciation at her skill. Catching himself, he shoved such thoughts aside. He'd need to be cold, thoughtful, and in control. But still, that niggling voice in the back of his head begged the question, but what will you do? You can't fight her; can't kill her. What will you do?
He shook his head with enough force to knock the voice clear out, but it stayed, a part of him. That self-doubt that followed him through his whole life. Running long fingers through his thick dirty hair, he closed his eyes and willed the voice away. Breath. Ok, step one. Circle the structure. Make sure she has no guards, both human and snow.
So, with a task in mind, he set to work. Making sure he stayed in the shadows, he lightly traveled just outside of her magically created snowland. His booted feet trailed over lush grass with pine needles littering around the base of their mother trees, yet two steps forward and he'd be on fresh white powder. His Queen could do such magic. He envied her. He hated her. He respected her.
Damn it, keep on track. Light feet circled her palace. It didn't take long. She built it in a small valley, hidden from the village and castle by high hills, not quite mountains. She was hiding, he thought with pleasure. He knew now was not the time to strike. He'd wait until she showed her weakness.
No guards. She wanted to be alone. He was calculating and it felt good to think again. To form a plan, even if it was only short-sighted. He smiled for the first time in weeks. Yes, he'll wait.
Elsa knew it was almost dawn. She knew her responsibility was calling her, demanding her to answer questions, and plan parties, and to do many other tedious things. Looking up to the fading stars, she wished that one day, she could truly be free. It was this wish that she held close to her heart as she travelled through the path she marked, back to her home. But she'd come here again. Tomorrow night perhaps. She will sneak away again. Bring with her some supplies. She will build up her little palace. After all, she wasn't going to be Queen for much longer. Squaring her shoulders, she pushed herself up and raised her hands. Feeling the vibrations and icy tendrils caress her forearms, running through her fingertips, she moved her hands this way and that, watching as a grand staircase formed before her. She treaded with bare feet as each new step was created.
So tomorrow she'll come back, and tomorrow she'll try something new, as she often does when she can find the time. A small smile lifts her lips.
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