Author's Note:
Hello, everyone! Sorry it's been so long since the last chapter. I've been really busy. I've thought of doing a few more Disney fanfics, probably starting with Snow White, that would be darker or twisted like Frozen Hearts, Shattered Minds. If you guys, all you various people who happen to read this, would like something like that, please let me know. :) Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!
This story is rated T for dark content and some strong language, just so you know.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Frozen or any of its characters or plots, I only own my twists and changes!
The snow bit against her crisped cheek, ashes from the end of her braid floating out on the fierce gale. But she relished the pain, loved how it awakened her senses, made her feel alive. She wanted to be aware and remember this, seeing every single moment clearly when she recalled how their mouths stretched wide into half-formed screams, how the snow whipped around their faces, red soaking into the white ground. Her magic stretched outwards, slicing into everything within reach, and always reaching out, hungry for more. If Elsa ever looked back on this, her memories would be full of serrated edges and red trickling from open mouths, empty eyes and frozen corpses. The little snowman was beside her, seeing everything, giggling occasionally as she made a particularly gory kill, innards spattering onto the snow.
Anna's hands were feeling cold and tingly, strangely pleasant compared to the numbness of the rest of her body. The cloth of Kristoff's shirt felt strange against her frozen palms as if everything had become softer and smoother under her hands. She still felt a strange numbness inside her mind, emotionally drained and cold. Kristoff was saying something to her, but she couldn't quite hear, it sounded too far away. The snow whirled in front of her face. It made dizzying patterns that seemed to hypnotize her into feeling like she could sleep for thousands of years... Vaguely, she felt Sven stop, his nervous braying seemingly miles away. She looked around hazily, then glanced down at her hands, which she realized were completely transparent. They're pretty, she thought to herself, seeing the blizzarding world around her through her crystalline fingers.
"Anna? Anna, we have to get off. The snow drifts are too big." Kristoff slid off the reindeer, helping Anna down. She realized that her feet had the same strong tingling as her hands, and wondered if they were transparent as well. She tried to stand, but slipped on the thick crust of snow underneath her, and the strangeness of her tingling feet wasn't helping. Kristoff picked her up as soon as it became obvious that she couldn't walk by herself. He quickly walked through the snow, and Sven tried to follow them, his long legs pulling clumsily through the drifts that came up to his knees, and sometimes were higher than his legs. Kristoff was struggling with her, but he never once put her down, never once told her that she had to walk.
Hans lifted his head as he heard the knocking at the door. "Come in," he said, his voice clipped.
One of the palace maids was in there. He had once met her, what was her name? Lucy? No, Lillith. "Your Highness," she said, her face pale, clutching her arm in one hand. Pinkish blood was trickling down from where her hand was holding it. "The queen is back. She's... she's been..." The maid took a deep breath, then continued. "She's in the palace."
Hans had been sitting in a side room in one of the guard towers that was a ways away from the palace, trying to figure out how to stop the rapidly spreading transparency across his limbs. The sight had terrified him, along with the strength of the blue glow. He quickly stood, ignoring the strange feeling in his legs. "Why'd you tell me? You have to let the guards know, you stupid-" Quickly stopping himself, he wondered why those were the immediate words that had come to mind. "Go find a doctor," he said after a few seconds, looking at the wound on her arm. "Maybe he can do something."
She swallowed nervously and nodded, turning and rushing out the door. He quickly walked out of the room, and rushed to find the captain of the guards. It took a few minutes until he saw the captain at the bottom floor of the tower, giving orders to various squads. "The queen-" Hans began.
"She's in the palace," the captain said, turning towards the prince. "We'll have her soon, don't worry." He then noticed the blue glow near Hans's heart. "Your Highness... are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Hans nearly spat the words out. "Just make sure the queen dies."
The captain gave him a brisk nod, then turned back towards the other guards, issuing orders, and Hans walked back upstairs, determined to find his sword. He had to end Elsa once and for all, no matter what was wrong with him.