Mistress Kyouku- I loved the new movie. The way they handled the budding relationship between Belle and Adam. I may use some of that here. When in doubt, blame Aladdin.
When the Beast was able to get back on his feet he was dumbfounded by what had just happen. The girl had waved her hand and suddenly ice appeared. Was she the enchantress coming to taunt him? He hadn't seen the enchantress since the night she cursed his castle but her image was burned into his memory. While the girl had an otherworldly air about her, she looked nothing like the woman who ruined his life. She looked more…real somehow. He went to sulk in his room when he was stopped by Lumière.
"Master, you must go after her! She could be in danger." Lumière did not want to see such a young beauty be harmed in anyway. If he had been his handsome human self he would have protected her from the woods. It was what he did. Then the rescued damsels would show him their gratitude…sometimes more than once.
The Beast, however, was still sore that she had gotten the best of him. He wasn't used to being out smarted.
"I think she can handle herself." He walked away with his bruised pride when he heard the wolves howl. Even if she could make ice magically appear, there were still more of them than her. He didn't want this girl to die, even though it was only slightly his fault she was out there in the first place.
Elsa really hadn't come up with a plan besides getting out of the castle. She wasn't even sure which direction she was going. This storm was worse than the one she had accidently caused that summer. She tried to control the snow in the air, trying to give herself some visibility, but it didn't seem to be working. Then Elsa realized she hadn't heard Olaf say anything since she told him to run.
"Olaf? Olaf where are you?" Elsa was getting increasingly worried. She was so afraid he had blown away. At least you're still in control of your powers. That has to count for something, right?
Squinting in the wind Elsa finally found Olaf. While he hadn't blown away, there was another big problem. His arms were being pulled by wolves. Olaf didn't seem to be in any pain, but he did seem less cheerful than normal.
"Elsa, do you think you could help me out here?" His arm was now completely detached from his body, and snapped in the wolf's jaw. Another wolf started getting dangerously close to his nose. And unlike Sven, Olaf did not find this wolf cute or playful.
"Olaf! Hang in there little guy." She tried to sound confident, but she was trying to rack her brain to figure out a way to save him. Even though the wolves were terrifying, Elsa didn't want to hurt them. She didn't want to cause any more pain to anyone, animal or human. Elsa ended up trying the same technique she had just used on the beast. Only she was the distraction this time. She hit one of the wolves with a snowball to draw them to her. She started freezing the ground below them. It was a temporary fix however. There were too many wolves for her to deal with on her own. The wolves got closer and closer to her. Elsa heard Olaf say something to her, but her fear had taken over. She closed her eyes waiting for the wolves to rip her apart when she heard a new voice.
The girl hadn't been too hard to find. The Beast had a heightened sense of smell so the wind and snow weren't really an issue. And just as he had feared, though he wouldn't admit to himself that he cared about her, the girl and her snowman were surrounded by wolves. The wolves were close enough to bite into her. The Beast let out the most frightening roar he had in him and jumped in front of the young woman. He bared his fangs and started swatting at his opponents. The Beast started out with the upper hand but he was soon swarmed by wolves. They dug there claws and teeth into his arm. Then a blast of ice hit one of them. Beast looked over to see the girl helping him. The two of them had scared off the wolves. He looked at his arm and saw that he was losing a lot of blood. He attempted to stand back up but everything became fuzzy. The last thing he saw was the snowman and the girl approaching him. Then everything went black.
Elsa hadn't expected the beast to come after and was shocked to see him protect her. And what stunned her more was that she actually cared that he was being hurt. But when he had looked over at her, there was something about his eyes. It was almost like looking in a mirror. His eyes were the same shade as hers and they were filled with the same fear, a very human fear. As he started to fall Elsa rushed over to him to catch his head. She looked over at his arm and it was covered in blood from wolf bites and scratches. He risked his live, for me. Elsa's thoughts went to Anna. She had done the same thing only months ago. Thinking of her sister cheered her up and eased her mind enough to deal with the matter at hand.
"What do we do now," Olaf looked up at her, sticking a new arm in place.
Elsa's instincts said to run. She had just witnessed him knocking off those wolves left and right. Who knows what he could do to her. But her heart wouldn't let her leave him there. He had saved her after all. She should at least return the favor. Whatever happened afterwards could be dealt with later. Besides, it was getting dark and that couldn't be good for them. Those wolves would be scared off for only so long. And she didn't want to think of what else could be out there.
Elsa sighed. "I can't just leave him here to die."
Moving the beast would be complicated. He was much too heavy for her to lift, let alone carry. Elsa rose her hand and formed a snowgolem to carry him and they made their way back to the castle she had escaped from moments ago.
After all the noise that the Beast and the wind had made, Mrs. Potts; who was now a teapot, hopped over to see what had happened. She found Lumière and Cogsworth arguing as usual.
"If you ask me we're better off without her and that snowman." Cogsworth sneered as he spoke of the snowman. How dare he make him look like a fool?
"Oh Cogsworth, don't you see? That girl could be our chance at breaking the curse." Sometimes Cogsworth was wound too tight and couldn't see the whole picture.
"Don't you think I realized that!"
The two continued to bicker until Mrs. Potts had finally had enough.
"Could you two stop squabbling for one minute to tell me what is going on here?"
Cogsworth and Lumière turned to face her, looking like two children that had been caught doing something they were told repeatedly not to do. Lumière opened his mouth to explain when the doors opened for the second time that day. In walked the girl, her snowman, and some snow beast carrying the Master. Before the three could fully react the young woman spoke.
"Please, I need hot water. He's injured and I need to stop the bleeding."
Mrs. Potts hopped forward. "I can help with that. Bring him to that chair by the fire and I'll get the water."
The girl looked a bit confused, not that the tea pot blamed her, but she did as she was instructed.
Mrs. Potts made her way to the kitchen, silently telling Lumière and Cogsworth to follow her. She wanted answers. Who was this mysterious young woman? Why had the Master been in the woods with her? But her son Chip chimed in before she could get a word out.
"Mama what was all that noise?" The little tea cup had been sleeping when everything had unfolded but was awoken by the sound of his mother's voice.
"I would like to know as well," she said to the two older men with a stern look on her face.
Lumière was the first to speak. Not because he was afraid of the old woman. Of course not. That would be silly.
"Earlier this evening the door was opened. Cogsworth and I thought nothing of it assuming it was the wind."
Cogsworth attempted to chime in, saying he knew the whole time someone had entered the castle because wind wasn't strong enough to open the door, but Lumière continued.
"We were then met by a talking snowman of all things!"
Chip's eyes lit up. Ever since the curse had been place Chip could no longer do anything a young boy should do, including building snowmen. It had been so long since he had seen one.
"Did you really see a snowman?"
Cogsworth chimed in. "Yes and he was very rude. Asking me ridiculous questions…"
Lumière cover his friend's mouth to continue. "We followed the snowman to make sure the Master didn't harm him. When we reached the Master there was a beautiful young woman with him. He tried to, how shall I put this, convince the girl to stay. She became frightened and ran into the woods."
"But not before shooting ice out of her hands!" Cogsworth felt that it needed to be stressed that this girl wasn't ordinary.
"Yes," Lumière rolled his eyes, "the girl made the ground under the Master icy to get away. The Master followed her into the woods and well that's all we know."
Mrs. Potts wasn't sure if she believed his story. Young women don't normally have the ability to shoot ice from their hands, but she did have a snowman with her. And she was beautiful. Her thoughts were interrupted when the kitchen door opened. The snowman entered, seeming as alive as they were.
"Hey, that guy out there isn't looking too good. I think Elsa needs the hot water now. And a towel probably."
Mrs. Potts got out of her daze and took charge. "Alright, let's get the girl what she needs."
It seemed like it was taking forever to get the hot water Elsa needed. Though she wasn't sure how they could even get the water since some of them seemed to lack hands. Even though she had seen the clock and candelabra move on their own, it was still very odd to hear a teapot speak. The teapot sounded like a kindly older woman which helped Elsa focus on what she was told to do, even if she was panicked on the inside. As she waited, she looked to see if she had any wounds herself. Other than some tears in her dress she seemed fine. Her hair had come out of its braid at some point and was now hanging loose around her face. She would have fixed it but the beast was starting to move again and she flinched, hoping he wouldn't lash out at her. The teapot returned with the hot water and a towel. When she and her sister were younger Anna tended to end up with all sorts of scraps and cuts that Elsa would tend to. This shouldn't be too different. I hope.
The Beast's head felt woozy and when he opened his eyes everything was still blurry. Then his vision started to clear and he saw that he was back in the castle in front of a fire. How did I get here? He winced as the pain from his arm came back into focus. As he went to lick it, like he had done countless times before, the girl was sitting by his chair with what looked like a bowl of hot water. She noticed him looking at her.
"I know your arm hurts, but if you let me clean the wounds it will heal much better. Please hold still for me." It seemed like she had done this before, but that didn't make him feel any better about the situation. She slowly lifted a towel to his arm and he tried to flinch away. Unfortunately that only made it hurt worse. He howled in pain.
"That hurt!" He shouted at the girl, but she seemed to keep calm.
Now she was really reminded of Anna. She wouldn't hold still either.
"If you had stayed still like I told you it wouldn't have hurt," Elsa replied as if she was talking to Anna.
The Beast was taken back. No one had ever spoke to him like this, not even his own parents. He didn't like it one bit.
"It wouldn't hurt at all if you had just stayed here!"
The servants nervously back up. Lumière noticed the snowman was just staring at the pair and motioned for him to back up as well. Although Olaf wondered what they were doing, he did as they did.
Elsa was not going to get into a shouting match with him. She knew from experience that arguing wasn't going to solve anything.
"You told me to leave so I tried to do that. Then you changed your mind and tried to scare me into staying. I know what it's like to be scared into staying somewhere and that is not a feeling I wish to relive." Elsa teared up a little but refused to cry or lose control of herself.
The Beast was at a loss for words. Normally he would be angry with someone talking to him in such a manner. But something about what she said just now seemed to hit him. The tears and pain in her eyes reminded him of many times he had cried after the curse. Maybe she was more similar to him then he had assumed.
Elsa took this moment of still silence and placed the towel on his arm, gently pushing down to stop any further bleeding.
The Beast had been so lost in his thought he had barely noticed she had gotten the towel on his arm and was now tending his wound. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The servants were stunned as well. No one, not even Mrs. Potts had ever gotten him to stay still to get his cuts cleaned.
Elsa smiled up at him. "I told you it would feel better if you held still."
She continued to work on his arm when she remembered she hadn't thanked him yet for saving her life. As Elsa constructed a thank you in her head she realized she didn't even know his name. And she hadn't told him hers. Even though she had been hidden away for thirteen years, she knew that a person usually introduced themselves when they met someone new. Even if this someone didn't really look human, he deserved to get a proper introduction. She was unsure if she should reveal who she really was, but he had seen her use her magic, so she saw no harm in telling him the whole truth.
"I think we may have started out on the wrong foot." She stood up. "I am Queen Elsa of Arendalle, and my snowman friend is Olaf." Elsa saw everyone around her, save Olaf, preparing to bow to her.
"Oh please, you don't have to do that. I just wanted to be completely honest with you. You can just call me Elsa." She reached out her arm to shake the beast's hand, hoping he would get the hint and introduce himself. She felt horrible just referring to him as "beast." He deserved to be called by his name.
The air was tense. The servants knew how big an issue the Master took with his name. Olaf, not realizing the gravity of the situation, looked from Elsa to the Beast wondering when he would tell Elsa his name.
"Tell her." Nothing. "Just tell her." More silence. "Do you think he knows his name?" Olaf looked at the objects who were trying to keep the snowman quiet.
A queen? She was a queen? No wonder she seemed different than what he knew of peasants. He should have known right away that she was royalty. She held herself in a very regal manner and dressed in clothing that was fit for royalty. But she still seemed so unsure of herself, much like he felt. He had no idea how someone so beautiful and powerful could be so unsure of herself. She asked you for your name. How was he going to answer her question? She didn't seem like she would accept Beast as an answer and it seemed silly for her to call him Master seeing as she was a queen while he was just a former prince. He sighed. She had been honest with him so he should do the same.
"Adam. My name is Adam," he mumbled under his breath, looking away from her, but Elsa had been able to make it out.
The servants were stunned. They didn't think he would tell her his real name. Some of the staff had come to the conclusion that he had forgotten his human name. And the young queen had gotten him to stay still and calm. Maybe this girl, this Elsa could truly be the one to break the spell.
"Adam." Elsa smiled. The name seemed to suit him. "Well thank you Adam for saving my life. Now, about earlier when you wanted me to stay here. I can't stay forever, but I will stay until the end of winter, so long as you don't scare me off again. Does that seem like a fair deal?" She stuck her hand out again, hoping she had come up with a good compromise.
Even though he hadn't answered to it in a long time, Adam liked the way his name sounded when Elsa said it. The way she said it made him feel like just for a moment he was that person again. That he was on the same level as her. She seemed to have a power over him that he didn't quite understand. Adam had never really understood girls or women before the curse, he really only knew one or two women before the curse, and he felt even more lost now. Her deal seemed fair enough. His birthday was at the end of winter anyway, so if the curse wasn't broken by then it didn't really matter anymore. He gently took her hand in his, being careful not to scratch her, and shook it.
"Deal." For the first time in what seemed like forever, the castle was filled with hope.