frozenfandom2017 asked:
Time travel AU 'Elsa you don't have to hide anymore, I know about everything and love is the key'
(I don't know if it's Elsa or Anna talking, but DAMN I love Time Travel AUs so much. Let's make it Elsa.)
"What… What do you mean?" Murmured young Elsa, trembling, and she curled against the wall.
Her eyes were widened, and staring deeply at her older self, that she still couldn't believe. The latter wondered if she simply didn't understand.
"Love is the key." She repeated.
A new silence passed in the room, and Elsa remembered that it was something that happened often in that very bedroom. It was so cold, so dark, so lonely, that her heart was still broken since the moment she had entered it several minutes ago.
She approached further, carefully, knowing her own fears really well.
"Trust me."
Elsa kneeled, her white outfit sparkling and her ice sandals shifting on the cold carpet. She reached for her younger self with her hand. She was only two meters away from her.
Her own big blue eyes were filled with anxiety, and she did all she could to make her moves as reassuring as possible, imagining how she would accept them if she were… Well, her, in that very moment.
She gave her a warm smile.
"I won't hurt you. I promise."
Young Elsa whined, still trembling, her lips in an expression between crying and pouting.
"I'm not afraid of you hurting me." She mumbled. "I'm afraid that I'll hurt you."
Elsa sighed gently. "I know. Oh, I know, for sure."
The young blonde frowned in confusion. Elsa moved her knees forward. "And you truly won't hurt me. I swear."
She lifted a hand in her direction, and the teenager looked at it with curiosity. Then she felt something happening in her palms. Like… Like something just calmed deep within her. Her older self approached, and young Elsa realized that it was due to something she did with her outstretched hand. What was it?
The teenager lifted her eyes to her, and Elsa was still smiling.
"You can take your gloves off."
"WHAT? No, are you crazy?!"
"Have faith in me."
"But…"
"It's okay. I'm here. Can you feel how your magic calmed now that I put my hand here?"
Young Elsa nodded as a yes. She was scared, but couldn't deny a good analysis: she hadn't felt that safe in a long while. It was like her magic wasn't trying to get out of her fingers anymore. Like it had been soothed. Tamed. She felt better, but had to double check.
"Are you sure…?" She muttered after a while.
Now it was Elsa's turn to nod, with a confident smile.
Slowly, young Elsa put her gloves away. She took a long time doing so, carefully putting her fingers out one my one.
She then folded them on the floor between them. Elsa really deeply wanted to toss them away with a frown, but restrained herself.
Her younger self's hands were trembling like leaves in the wind, and it was her main focus.
"It's okay. I'm here." She soothed her, and placed her hand above her fingers.
Young Elsa barely had the time to notice the size difference between them, that her older self gently grabbed both her hands in her palm. She gasped, but nothing bad happened. It was even softer, warmer, and a thousand times more comforting than she possibly thought. Tears formed in her eyes.
Her magic felt lulled.
"How… How do you do that?" Gasped young Elsa, disbelief and amazement making her voice light.
Elsa smiled. "I'm holding your magic. I'm channeling it."
"You're controlling my magic? …You can feel it?"
As an answer, Elsa smiled and waved her other hand, and a few snowflakes danced around her palm with a blue beam. It was beautiful, and young Elsa's heart leaped at the beauty of it, and was impressed by how she was able to have such a mastering.
"Of course I do. Because it's mine."
She was speechless. When she saw the confidence and happy aura of her future self, she thought that she no longer had magic, and that's how she was feeling this free. But it actually was the opposite. How?
Fascinated, the teenager dared to come forward, to examine the magic beam closer, and Elsa let her do so with a smile.
"You can do that with one hand and hold my magic with the other?"
Elsa nodded.
"Does it… Hurt?" Wondered young Elsa.
Her older self chuckled lightly. "Not at all. It's very easy. Magic can be calmed down, you see?"
Young Elsa indeed felt like hers was slowing down like a breathing through her veins, and that the other's was calling to it in a way.
"That's what I told you… Love is the key."
Her teenager self stared down at her hands. "Love…"
"How do you know what?" She asked after a while.
Elsa was about to reply, to explain everything, from the Great Thaw to the Ahtohallan transformation, but she closed her lips. "It's a very long story. Maybe it's better not to rush things."
She also thought 'maybe it's better not to reveal too much of the future if I'm traveling through time'.
A few minutes passed, young Elsa staying amazed and silent and looking down at her fingers, that she flexed slowly.
"Can I… Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything." Smiled Elsa.
Her young self seemed shy, and she hoped it wouldn't be an awkward question.
"Can I hug you?"
Elsa's heart split in half. Her throat tightened, her eyes filled with tears, and she bit in a gasp to hide all of it.
"Of course. Come here."
And in the silence of the dark bedroom, in the incredible time travelling situation, her young self stood up and walked to her who was still kneeling on the floor.
With a shared smile, they slowly hugged each other.
In silence, young Elsa's hands passed in her older's long hair, and her eyes opened after a while.
"Say, why do you have wings?"
Elsa chuckled. "They're not w–"
"Wait, are they made out of ICE?" Exclaimed young Elsa, happiness filling her voice as she touched the train.
Now Elsa burst out laughing.