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Frozen-Disney
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Elsa and Hans stepped onto the dock by the castle early the next morning. Neither had slept at all, and it showed in the bags under their eyes. They didn't exactly look tired though, probably due to their simultaneous excitement and and relief.
Anna was already waiting for them, and squealed upon seeing her sister. She ran forward and tackle hugged her, nearly sending her to the ground. Their was a mixture of happy squeals and jumbled words of glee upon their reuniting, which was quickly followed by Anna holding Elsa at arm's length and giving Hans an icy stare.
"He didn't hurt you or anything, did he?" She asked suspiciously, trying to look intimidating towards Hans.
"No, Anna. Hans was a perfect gentleman." Elsa said, smiling brightly and taking her sister's hands in a reassuring manner. Anna seemed slightly surprised and cocked her head to the side.
"You sure he didn't hit you over the head with something?"
"Oh, I'm sure, Anna. I'm sure." Elsa smiled more and patted her sister's shoulder. Hans couldn't help but slightly smirk at Anna, the cloak Mrs. Nork had made for him on his arm. Anna stuck her tongue out at him in an almost playful manner and turned her attention back to Elsa.
"Come on, Elsa. Grand Pabbie and Kristoff are in your room with Rowen!"
Elsa blinked. "Rowen?"
"Mhm." Anna nodded. Elsa could sense her younger sister was keeping a detail from her, but didn't say anything. She told Hans to go ahead and get some sleep in his room, and to tell her if Fredrick gave him any trouble on the matter. She then allowed Anna to drag her along to the castle. Elsa relished in the air of her kingdom, absent of spices, refreshing in its cool dampness. She greeted her favorite staff warmly, but didn't speak with them due to Anna's consistent pestering to move faster. Finally, they reached the library, and Anna threw open the double oak doors. Elsa entered behind her sister with far less flourish. Grand Pabbie smiled upon seeing her, as did Kristoff.
"It's good to see you, Elsa." Grand Pabbie greeted. Elsa went over and bent to hug the ancient boulder, and then embraced Kristoff. She stepped back from the two after a small greeting and then looked over to a rather large window on the far wall. There was a woman in front of it, back to Elsa. She wore a sky blue cotton shirt that clung to her muscles, and a sash that held up pants fitted for a woman, tucked into large fur boots, like those Kristoff wore while ice harvesting. She found it downright strange, a woman in pants. She couldn't recall having ever met one, besides an Arabian belly dancer who had been brought to a dinner meeting by a trades partner. Even those were floofy enough to be mistaken for a dress. This woman's overall physique just screamed ice harvester.
"Is she...?" Elsa glanced at Anna. Anna remained quiet as the woman slowly turned, her long black hair flicking with her. Her green eyes met Elsa's. Elsa took a sharp breath and clutched at her heart. It may have been seventeen years since she'd last seen that face, but she could never mistake it for anyone else.
"R-Rosy?" Elsa asked timidly, her eyes doe-like and her breath frosty with nerves.
The woman took a deep breath and turned around fully. She walked towards Elsa, each step landing heavily on the floor, her hips swinging widely with them. Last Elsa could remember of Rosy was a slightly-underfed seven or eight year old with soft pink lips and wide green eyes. The woman before her was intimidating and beautiful, with her lips painted a deep scarlet and her eyes sharp and holding a great depth with their green color. It looked like she'd never cut her hair, as well.
Eventually, Rosy reached Elsa, looking down at her. She was quite tall for a woman, as well. Her face had remained expressionless until she reached Elsa. Now it went curious, and then disbelieving, before finally settling on happy astonishment.
"It is you, Elsa!" She said, her voice low and sweet.
"Oh my Lord." Elsa whispered. In their simultaneous shock, the women hugged. Elsa felt a bit numb, putting together all the pieces. Rosy would primarily show up when her parents were sure to be gone or busy for awhile. She'd always hide under the bed when they showed up, not disappear. In her young mind she could remember that, and the conversations they had, the topics that came up. Things in a language only children knew and adults remembered. Her parents, the baby, their lives. Why Elsa wished her mother would quit fussing over her so much, and why Rosy wished that her mother would hug her more often. Their likes and dislikes over games of house and stolen treats from the pantry. She'd never given it the thought until then to realize she wasn't the one eating both snacks, as any child with an imaginary friend would do, but that Rosy was eating hers, and Elsa eating her own. It was a big jumbled mess that suddenly came crashing down into an insane order. Everything was so connected yet broken, explained and unexplained.
Finally, the women parted, staring at each other, studying their features, the differences, the changes.
"You're r-real." Elsa said.
"You got taller." Rosy said, taking her arms from the smaller woman. Elsa looked her up and down.
"You're saying I got taller? Look at you!"
Rosy looked herself up and down, then shrugged. Elsa breathed deeply, rubbing her face.
"Was it you that I spotted looking in my window a couple of times?" Elsa asked after a minute.
"Heh, yeah. I kept telling myself I was going to-well-uh-tell you I'm not, you know, imaginary."
"Well, you've showed me that..." Elsa nodded a bit, a finger resting at the corner of her mouth. "You could tell me a bit too..."
Rosy nodded, then gestured to the couch. Elsa sat down. Kristoff and Anna sat on the couch diagonal from them, and Rosy sat next to Elsa. Grand Pabbie took a place on the coffee table with Kristoff's assistance.
"Well first, my real name isn't Rosy."
"It isn't?"
"No, it's Rowen. Rowen Serpentine."
Elsa swallowed a bit. "You're the-"
"The one who's going to stop you from turning into some wicked looking beast every night? Yeah." Rowen took a leather string from around her neck and pulled it off, a vial emerging from her shirt filled with red liquid. Elsa realized with a sickening feeling that it was Rowen's own blood. "Blondie came and picked me up. From Russia." She set the vial on the coffee table.
"It's Kristoff."
Rowen looked at him, and turned her lips in a smile. "Blondie."
"Kristoff."
"Blondie."
"Kristoff!"
"Blondie!"
Elsa started laughing, and Kristoff frustratedly gestured at Rowen, and looked at Anna. "She's impossible!"
Anna just patted his thigh and smiled a bit. Rowen laughed lightly after that and crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch. "Anyway," she said, addressing Elsa, "my mother is the one that cursed you." She looked at Elsa, particularly at her hands. "I can see it, a bit. It's a sort of fog around you, kind of grey, kind of blue. She put a lot of magic into it...must of really pissed her off."
"Heh...heh." Elsa wrung her hands together and looked away. "The guards found her scaling the wall of the castle, and I threw her out."
"Oh shit." Rowen raised both eyebrows. "I"m surprised she didn't kill the whole town. She'd never been caught, and if there's one thing my mother can't stand, it's humiliation. That's why she left me in Russia-moved on to Italy or something, freelancing. I humiliated her by refusing, in front of other members, to join The Poppyseeds. That's the organization that she works for. They peddle curses and nefarious charms and the like on a global scale."
"She had a bag with a poppy on it." Kristoff recalled.
"She carries everything she owns in there, now." Rowen nodded. "She'd come by my cabin once in awhile and try to get me to join. We'd have some tea, get in a fight, and then she smiled and say she'll be back. Haven't heard from her in awhile."
"Well, now you know what she's been up too...kinda?" Elsa said, brushing her hair back with her fingers.
"I guess. Couldn't care less. I just hope she stops trying to visit. She was a pretty awful mother."
Elsa just sort of nodded, and then there was a silence. Grand Pabbie took this oppertunity to stand on the coffee table, and clear his throat. Everyone looked to him.
"I think we should proceed with curing Elsa, now."
Everyone nodded, all a bit embarrassed they kind of ignored the subject. Grand Pabbie took the vial of blood and popped off the cork, then handed it to Elsa. Elsa breathed deeply and, deciding not to fuss on anything, downed the vial. It was cold and coppery, running down her throat. She felt like some sort of psycho and resisted the urge to throw up. At the same time, a warm feeling spread throughout her body. Like a healing spark. She swallowed more than once, and coughed.
"Ew." Anna said.
"I don't ever advise that." Elsa said, smacking. Anna handed her a glass of water, and Elsa took it, and drank it. After a minute, she leaned back.
"How do you feel?" Grand Pabbie asked.
"Much better...actually. Warm." Elsa touched her hands together, and then brushed them along her icy sleeves. "Really warm."
"Probably brought you to a normal body temperature." Grand Pabbie figured, hopping off the the table.
"The fog around her is going away." Rowen nodded. "You'll be back to normal pretty soon."
"Two days." Grand Pabbie nodded. "You won't be able to sleep, though. You'll feel the fatigue, but you won't be able to close your eyes until this time Sunday."
Elsa nodded. "Better than turning into a giant death monster."
Everyone nodded in agreement, Anna came over and hugged her sister, grinning. "Everything's gonna be alright."
"Everything's going to be alright." Elsa repeated, smiling at her sister and holding her hands.
Then the window shattered, and an arrow flew through the air and through the space between the sister's foreheads, embedding itself into the wall behind them.