Sisters: A Frozen Fanfiction by Tedros E. Halo
A/N: I've kind of lost track of things to be entirely specific, but thanks to Sophisticated Grace, and all of ya loveable dorks who took the time to fav, review, and follow. It really means a lot. Like, really. Really.
...Yup.
"There! Right... No, over... Yes! Right there!"
Anna guided Sven over to the edge of the pool, jumping out of the sled. "Thank goodness! I think my legs are asleep..." She stretched, and eyed the stepping stones leading to the small platform bearing an unremarkable plant. "Uh... That's it?"
"Yep." Kristoff slid out, walking over. "But you might want to stand back." His eyes were worried, nervously glancing behind himself as he backed up a bit from the still surface of water.
"What d'you me-"
"Anna, it's been 22 hours!" Kristoff pulled the confused girl back, watching the pool hesitantly. "The town has probably been fully blanketed in snow and ice by now. The next step is-"
Suddenly, the water trembled, water levels dropping lower and lower until there was a large, twenty foot wide, hundred foot deep crater around the suspended plant.
"Oh. But what does this have to do with all the lava?"
To answer her question, the ground rumbled, and spewing forth in a torrent of fire and heat was a flow of molten lava, pouring out of the bottom on the pit and making it an even deadlier fall than what it once was.
Anna gulped, clinging onto Kristoff. "So... Do you wanna get the flower?"
Elsa ran until she could not move any longer.
How many hours it had been, she did not know, only that the sun had long since moved overhead from the east, and was halfway through its descent.
Maybe if she took a quick rest-
Finally giving in, her legs collapsed, dropping her exhausted body into the cool comfort of icy snow. The world spun, and her eyesight went dark, but no longer did she care. What of the screams rising faintly on the wind? What of the burning sensation growing in chest? What of the traitor, Hans?
What of her sister, Anna?
Elsa tried to get up, but her muscles screamed in protest. She couldn't. Maybe if Anna survived the journey she had damned herself to, then they would find her body. Then, finally, her hearing gave out, and everything settled into a comfortable silence.
Above her, the gentle snowdrops falling shimmered, and turned to ash.
"Arendelle is burning!"
Even from the peak of North Mountain, Anna could see the electric blue flames consuming the city. She could only watch helplessly as the snow burst to life, a blazing mass of destruction rapidly expanding on the vulnerable citizens.
"No... No no no! We have to help! Kristoff! We need to go back! We have to! Please!"
"We've made it this far," he replied gruffly, single tears escaping his grasp. "Let the city go. We need to save Elsa."
"No! Please, take us back! Please!"
"We can't! We can't go back, Anna! Your sister will die! Arendelle will be destroyed! If you work with me, there's a chance we could save one, if not both! So, please, focus!"
Anna screamed as Kristoff wrenched her backwards, away from the city, and towards the chasm. "No! NO! Take me back! Let me go! LET ME GO!"
"It's for your own good!"
"No! I can save them!"
"You can't! Accept it, Anna!"
"Please!"
He held her as she fought, restraining her, ignoring the tears, ignoring the pleading, until all that was left was a whimper, one that reached far along the heavens.
"Elsa... Elsa."
Anna lifted her head one last time, before burying her head in Kristoff's shoulder, and screamed,
"ELSA!"
A few miles below them, the queen of Arendelle awoke with a start.
A/N: DO NOT FEAR, MY READERS. This is just a mini-chapter so you are satisfied while I work on the last one. Think of it as a teaser. Or a trailer. Whatever.
And, yup. This is like Elsa's... Um, third time blacking out. Sorry! It's just I can't really write the whole time "She was running up the mountain" or something. Besides, she's like the hardest to write (for me). Aaaaand I'm going off on a tangent. Sorry!
Oh, and I'm also sorry for the shortness... It's just so you don't get bored, OK? Thanks for understanding!
Hey! How about a contest for my upcoming story? If you can predict in one sentence what kind of story it is, then I will give you a shout out, and, if you're not a guest, review one of your stories! Huh, huh?
...Desperate writer is desperate.