Note from author: Prompt: Seeing as you like Frozen... maybe somehow do a crossover between Sherlolly and Frozen? The prompt was given to me by my friend Hannah (thestarlitrose). This is Frozenlock, but I didn't put it as a crossover because it is a prompt and I didn't include the Frozen characters, I just kind of made it about the Sherlock characters in the Frozen situation. Hopefully you enjoy this, because I really loved it. Sorry if there are any major problems I just wrote it today. As usual, I don't own any of the characters and stuff. Thanks for reading!
"Please," Prince James begged as he sat on the bench in Queen Molly's cell, "stop this winter." He reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, but she flinched away.
Although he had confessed his love for her the day of her coronation, she knew things were different now, and she did not want to hurt him.
"I can't!" She replied hopelessly, "Doesn't anyone understand? I don't know how to stop this. Please understand, James. Please. You understood before, you said you did." No tears fell from her eyes, instead the storm outside grew strong.
James stood up, turned away from her, and rubbed his face with his hands. He could not lose his temper now, soon this would all be over and he would be king.
Without giving her a chance to react, the Prince spun back around and grabbed Molly by her shoulders. "If you don't stop this, we are all going to die. Your kingdom will freeze over, and you will truly have nothing. If you can't do this for me, do it for yourself." His gaze softened, but Molly had never felt more terrified of him. "I still believe in you, Molls." With a tired sigh, he left.
The Queen's heart pounded inside her chest as she realized that he was not going to help her. Whatever they had before was over, and now it was up to her to get out of this situation.
However, she was not really concerned until some guards lead by Prince James showed up outside of her door. They clearly were not coming to discuss the problem at hand.
Her only choice was to find an escape. The chains restraining her arms were frozen and broken with a bit of effort, and it was not easy getting the wall to collapse without destroying the entire cell. To buy herself some more time, she froze the door shut.
When the Prince and his men finally entered, they found the cell empty. James was determined to have Queen Molly pay, so he followed her out into the storm.
She had not gotten far, but the snow and ice made it difficult to see anything more than a few feet away.
Finally, he reached her. "Molly, stop!"
She turned to run away, but the only thing she could see was white all around her, closing in on her. She felt trapped.
"You can't run from this." He continued.
Molly faced him, but still tried to back away, "Just-just take care of my people. Tell Prince Sherlock that I'm sorry."
Prince James frowned and put a sad expression on his face. "Prince Sherlock returned from the mountain cold and weak. The doctors tried to save him, but it was no use. He refused to speak, but his friend John told us that you froze his heart. Sherlock's hair turned white, and his skin was like ice. Prince Sherlock is dead, Molly!" James' face was no longer sympathetic, now he watched her with a look of disgust as if she was a monster.
Queen Molly stared at him blankly for a moment before muttering the word no over and over again. She turned away from James, unable to take his look of disgust any longer.
"You killed him. You froze his heart right out." The Prince hissed like a venomous snake.
His words hit her like a ton of bricks, and she collapsed on the ground. When she did, the storm stopped immediately.
I always knew it would come to this, Molly thought, I always knew I'd hurt someone.
As tears began to blur her vision, Prince James drew his sword. He was going to end this once and for all. This weak-minded, dull creature did not deserve to rule a kingdom.
She was so blinded by her emotions that she did not even react to the sound of his sword being pulled from the sheath. Did she even hear it? How pathetic and terribly boring, he thought as he raised the blade. The Prince had hoped that this ice Queen would be entertaining, but she was completely ordinary. Broken toys are to be thrown away, and this doll had lost its luster.
Just as he lowered the sword to kill the Queen, Prince Sherlock stepped in front of her and raised his hand to stop the weapon. It was too late to go back, and James did not mind finishing this man off too, however when the sword's blade struck Sherlock's hand he turn completely to ice, and the blade shattered the moment it made contact.
"Sherlock!" John yelled from across the frozen bay, seeing the scene unfolding before him.
Queen Molly looked up and saw her curious prince frozen in front of her.
"Sherlock!" She cried, moving into a standing position in front of the statue formally known as Prince Sherlock.
With shaking hands, she touched his cheek to make sure this was real. "Oh, Sherlock. I'm so sorry." She choked; stroking his frozen curls with her other hand. "I am so sorry, Sherlock."
As the tears ran down her cheeks, she hugged him carefully. (She could never live with herself if she broke him.)
Standing there with her arms wrapped around the ice Prince, she remembered seeing him at her coronation, and then later at the ball.
"Your majesty, Prince Mycroft and Prince Sherlock have come to speak with you." Her servant announced politely as the young men approached her.
Sherlock looked absolutely bored, but his brother Mycroft was all business.
They discussed trade, but Prince Sherlock with his curls and eyes the color of a frozen pond was the only thing that interested Molly.
Prince James showed up a moment later to steal Molly's attention. That was when he confessed his love for her, and at the time she believed him.
Later in the night, Sherlock approached her again. This time he spoke to her, "Hello, I'm Prince Sherlock of-"
The Queen cut him off before he could continue, "I know. We met earlier. I spoke with your brother, remember?"
"We did?"
"Yes." Molly laughed.
"I must have been thinking."
"What could you have possibly been thinking of that could lead you to ignore the entire conversation I had with your brother?"
"You, of course."
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red, "W-wha- excuse me?"
"Do you have a hearing disability? I said you."
"No, my hearing is fine. What were you, um, thinking about me?"
"Your secret. What are you hiding, Queen Molly?" He asked curiously.
"Excuse me?" She replied nervously as she quickly went through the evening step by step in her head to discover where she could have slipped up and showed her powers.
"You are hiding something." Sherlock repeated before going on, "You see, it is quite simple to deduce. I am sure my brother noticed it as well, but he is too polite to say anything. Are you sleeping around with your servants, perhaps? No. That's not it."
"I don't know what kind of game you are trying to play, Prince Sherlock, but I want no part of it. The party is over. I have to go." She turned and walked away, and as she passed one of her servants, she told him to tell everyone that the party was over. "Close the gates." She instructed finally.
Sherlock was persistent, though, and he followed her. He tried to stop her by grabbing her hand, but he pulled her glove off instead.
"Give it back!" Molly demanded a little too loudly, grabbing everyone's attention.
Sherlock grinned mischievously and shook his head, "Not until you explain yourself."
"I don't have to explain anything to you." She hissed. Molly decided that she could get new gloves and went to leave again.
"As your closest partners in trade we deserve to know what you are hiding. We can find other trade partners, you know!" Sherlock threatened, using anything he could think of to get what he wanted. Obviously, this was not about trade. He simply wanted to prove that he was correct.
"I told you, the party is over!" She shouted in response. That was when everything started falling apart. As Queen Molly spun around to face Sherlock again, a wall of ice crystallized around her, and forced everyone to get back.
"Witch!" One of the women shrieked.
"Sorceress!" Another man gasped.
Sherlock's eyes widened as the jagged ice came a bit too close for comfort. He looked to Molly, and saw a look of terror spread across her face.
Immediately, she fled the room and ran outside. There were hundreds of people standing out there too, waiting for a chance to see their new queen, but she ignored them and disappeared into the mountains.
There she built herself a palace of ice, and made herself at home. It was clear that she could never return to the kingdom.
Queen Molly also remembered Prince Sherlock coming to her castle on the North Mountain, and trying to talk sense into her. He even apologized for causing her so much trouble.
When Molly told him that he needed to leave, he asked her if he could see some more of her powers. Originally, she said no, but those eyes of his are very persuasive. So, she showed him everything she knew how to do, and it felt amazing to be so free with her powers. Never before had she felt so in control.
"You're magnificent." Prince Sherlock said with a small smile as he stood in front of her.
Molly smiled back at him before diverting her eyes. "You sound a lot like my dad. He was the only one who didn't think my powers were a curse. He tried to help me through them."
Suddenly she frowned and stepped away from him, because she had not realized how close they had gotten to each other.
Sherlock stepped back as well, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Listen, Molly. I didn't just come here to apologize."
"What do you mean?" She asked sheepishly.
"When you left the ball the other night you set off an eternal winter." Sherlock answered calmly as if what he said was a normal occurrence.
Molly, on the other hand, nearly had a breakdown.
"Don't worry, you can just unfreeze it and everything will be alright." Sherlock shrugged.
"No I can't. I don't know how!" She replied quickly.
"Don't be silly, Molly. If you can do everything you just showed me, you can certainly fix the winter."
As they spoke it began snowing inside the palace.
"I shouldn't have shown you that. You could have gotten hurt. I'm sorry I was being foolish."
Sherlock took a step towards her in an attempt to comfort her, but she backed away.
"Sherlock, please, you're only going to make it worse." She stammered.
"No need to panic." He replied.
Molly ran her finger by through her hair and closed her eyes, desperately trying to think. The storm was raging inside of her. She could feel it in her veins, her heart, and her head. It would not stop, she could not think, and Sherlock just kept talking. He was not helping.
"You're not safe here." Molly said as sternly as possible to Sherlock, but he ignored her and offered to help her figure out how to stop the winter.
Now the wind was picking up.
"You're being ridiculous!" He finally said. "Just let me help you."
"I can't!" She shouted and held out her hand, signaling for him to stop, but instead her powers shot him in the chest and knocked him off his feet.
Hearing the commotion, John ran inside, he had come with Sherlock on his mission to find Queen Molly. "Sherlock are you alright?" John asked. Sherlock said yes, although he was not.
After that, Molly told them that they should leave.
The next day Prince James and some men from the kingdom came, got Queen Molly, and put her in prison.
Little did she know that when Sherlock and John returned to the kingdom, Prince James was ready for them. "It's funny, isn't it, Sherlock?" James began, "You see, I was going to burn the heart out of you, but our little girlfriend seems to have frozen it. I must say, I am both disappointed and amused." He then explained his plan to kill Molly and become king, and locked Sherlock in a freezing cold room with no hope in sight.
As the memories filled her mind, Molly was not aware of what else was happening.
Suddenly, she felt Sherlock's strong arms surround her in a warm and slightly stiff hug. She looked up and could not help but smile when she saw that he was alive and smiling down at her.
"Sherlock!" She almost laughed with joy as her arms tightened around him. For once, she forgot all about her powers. "You sacrificed yourself for me?"
"Losing you would be a much greater cost." He breathed.
A few years later not much had changed.
Prince James was exiled, and Molly discovered that she could end the winter after all. Sherlock stayed in the kingdom to solve crimes, although his brother returned home after the ice melted.
Today, however, was a special day, and Sherlock's family returned to Molly's kingdom for the first time in a long while. After all, it is not every day that your youngest son gets married. It also is not every day that your youngest son becomes king.
As everyone was preparing for the big ceremony, Molly snuck out of her room and outside into the garden. She was extremely nervous about today and decided that she needed some fresh air. She walked along one of the walls of hedges in the garden and as she reached the end of the wall, she was surprised when a hand motioned for her to stop. She recognized the hand almost immediately, but was still confused.
"What are you doing out here?" She asked as she jumped back behind the hedge.
"I could ask you the same question." Sherlock replied.
He knew that she would be upset if he saw her, because she believed in the old wives' tale that said it was bad luck for a groom to see his bride before the wedding, so he stayed on his own side of the bushes.
"I needed some air."
"Why?" "It's so busy in the castle, I-I got a headache."
"You're lying." Sherlock sighed.
"Don't deduce me, please. I'm nervous enough as it is."
"Why are you nervous, Molly?"
"Do you have cold feet?" She asked suddenly.
Her husband-to-be was silent for a moment before replying, "Don't make jokes…"
"No, I'm being serious."
"Of course I am not regretting the decision to marry you. Do you have cold feet?"
"No, no… It's just…" He could hear her get teary-eyed as she began to ramble on about how he could have any girl he wanted. "You know, a warm, soft girl who doesn't give you frostbite just by holding your hand."
Sherlock scoffed and reached across the end of the hedge to take her hand in his, ""I am not interested in other women." He stated.
Due to her panicking, a thin layer of ice formed over his hand.
When he felt this, he continued, "They are completely boring. I love you, Molly." Pulling her arm a little closer he placed a kiss on her hand, and slowly the ice began to melt.
Sherlock grinned, "Besides, the cold has never bothered me.
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