The Snow Queen's Lament

by FifthSpirit1213

[Modern AU] As far as Anna knows, she lives an ordinary life as an ordinary person, living in an ordinary city. Only, when she discovers a mysterious diary and uncovers a legend from long ago, she starts to question herself and everything she has ever known. Rated T for gore and violence.

1. Prologue

Prologue

-Norway, July 24, 1842-

"Burn the witch! May God punish her for her sins!" The priest cried out, pushing the torch closer to her. The tumultuous crowd behind him screamed as flakes of snow drifted from seemingly nowhere, ice coating the grass beneath her feet.

"Kill her! Kill the witch!" They screeched, throwing insults at her left and right:

"Freak!"

"Abomination!"

"She works for the devil!"

"Kill her! KILL HER!"

The woman lifted her ashen face with hollow eyes, breathing in the smoke that enveloped her with laboured breaths. "Please!" She pleaded, tears mixing with the blood and ash coating her skin. "No!" Her cries fell to deaf ears as the priest leaned closer, the heat from the fire making her grip the bindings on her hands, tied to a thick, wooden stake.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle, you are hereby accused of witchcraft! By God, you are now sentenced to Hell! May you burn for your sins!" The man shouted through the shouts of the crowd. He reached down and lit the rope tied at her feet, glaring coldly into her half-lidded eyes. They snapped open at the searing pain now enveloping her legs, an agony so raw and so harsh she let out a blood-curdling scream. Her own flesh tore away in indescribable torture, flames wrapping her torso and crawling up her spine every slowly, sending her shrieking and stuggling against the bindings holding her in place.

Chants within the crowd only grew louder as her screams echoed through the darkened kingdom. "Kill her! Kill her!"

Platinum blonde strands of hair clung to her forehead from a thick sheen of sweat, tips blackened and charred as the flames slowly licked at them, lock by lock. She cried out endlessly. "PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!" She cast one last hateful look at the crowd of citizens, eyes cold and glazed over, before the fire surrounded her vision, a prison of crimson, gold, and onyx that trapped her within its sweltering claws.

The crowd cheered in morbid satisfaction, their pitchforks raised towards the blackened sky, chanting a haunting tune that echoed through the town square and down the empty streets.

"We are saved! The witch is killed! We are saved! The witch is killed!"

Her screams were no more, but theirs only grew louder with each passing second.

"The witch has been killed!"