Into the Unknown
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Summary: Are you someone out there, who's a little bit like me, who knows deep down, I'm not where I'm meant to be. Don't you know there's part of me that longs to go... I've had my adventure, I don't need something new. I'm afraid of what I'm risking, if I follow you... Wicked/Frozen Crossover. Rewritten and revised after taking her daughters to see Frozen II.
A/N: Originally titled The Siren's Call
A/N: Written: 2014- Licia
She swallowed thickly, glancing out the window again.
This land was so different to her home. It was darker, stranger, so unlike her beloved homeland, or the kingdom she now called home. But she'd had no choice, she had to get them out, get them to safety before it was too late. The mirror had let her and her beloved daughters pass through, sending them here, and changing her children in the process.
She looked down as the small body cuddled close to hers.
The child clung to her, the vile little green thing with the long black hair... she shook her head. No, this was her daughter, her little girl. The beautiful little girl she'd given birth to three and a half years ago before things had gone wrong and she'd been forced to flee. She glanced down at the child, tears beginning to well in her eyes, and after a moment, she cuddled the girl close.
"If only we hadn't had to leave your father behind, but it was what was best. It was the only way to keep you both safe."
The girl looked up at her, and she sighed, gently brushing the short black curls off her daughter's shoulders. If only I'd been able to keep you both, but I couldn't. And at least I know your sister is safe with the family who will find her on their doorstep.
She kissed the child, humming softly to distract her from the rumbling of the carriage over the cobblestones. The stars shone overhead, and after a moment, she turned her gaze to the window. Oh, how she wished to be back home, in their native country. But it was too dangerous, and they were safer here, in this... strange new land. The girl clutched her fingers, playing with them, and she choked on a gasp at the light blue sparks escaping her daughter's hands.
"Well, I guess it's better than powers over ice and snow."
Dawn had not yet risen when she stepped out of the carriage, the little girl balanced on her hip. When she'd asked the driver where they were, she'd been told Munchkinland, in the land of Oz. A moment passed, before she picked up the carpetbag that held their few belongings and made her way up the path towards the entrance of the mansion she stood before. It looked to be the home of the governor or perhaps a mayor.
It was better than the small orphanage she'd passed by earlier, and at least here, she knew her child would be well taken care of. Once on the steps, she set the child down next to the carpetbag and knelt before her. "Mama..."
Tears filled her gaze, as she reached up and took her daughter's face in her hands. "I'm so sorry, my love, but I can't stay. I have to return to your Papa. He needs me. We need to be keep Arendelle safe." A moment passed, before she reached into her coat, pulling the scarf she wore around her neck off. Gently, she wrapped the burgundy scarf that had been hers around her daughter's neck. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead, pulling her into her arms. "Come here, my love." The girl snuggled as close as she could, listening to her mother's soft lullaby.
Once the child was asleep, she pressed a kiss to the girl's head and laid her against the carpetbag. "Never forget where you come from." She tucked the scarf tight around the girl. "Remember that I love you so, so much." Tears filled her eyes as she backed away from the girl. A moment passed, as she studied her daughter for one last time before she hurriedly knocked on the door and then fled down the steps, dashing into the shadows.
Minutes passed, before finally, the door opened. Someone stepped out, holding a candle. "Hello?"
They looked around, before looking down to see the child sleeping against the carpetbag. "Darling, what is it?" The person turned as someone else stepped onto the porch. "Oh my Oz! Is she-"
She turned away as the woman knelt down to check the girl; she blocked out their voices, letting the lullaby she often sang to her daughters begin to drop from her lips, the familiar four notes rising softly out of the shadows towards the trio on the porch. "Hello? Who's there?" She gasped, hurrying further into the shadows as the man came off the porch.
"Maybe it was just the wind." He turned back, and she watched by the weak light of the candle as the woman scooped the child into her arms. "Come on, let's get this little one inside."
"Melena-" The woman turned back.
"No, Frexpar! We're not leaving her out here! She's a child!" She stopped, and seemed to be studying the girl. "Despite her skin." Then, without another word, the woman, Melena, turned and went back inside. After a moment, the man, Frexpar, returned to the porch, picking up the carpetbag and following. "What shall we call you, little one? I know, how about El-"
The door shut before she could hear the rest of the woman's sentence, and she swallowed, tasting the tears on her lips. She moved to pull her shawl closer, only to remember that it was now wrapped around her daughter. So instead, she pressed a kiss to her fingers, blowing it towards the house where her daughter now slept. "One day, I promise. One day, I will return to get you back, both you and your sister. I promise you," She choked on a sob, turning at the sound of something opening, to find the entrance back to her homeland waiting for her walk through. "Elsa."
And then, without a look back, she stepped through the looking glass before it faded in the early dawn light.