A/N - Guest - I haven't thought about it tbh, I have had anyone ask, and I dunno exactly what that entails. If i did write one, I wouldn't want it to be them pulling out phones or living in a city just for the sake of it if that makes sense. If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them, with any prompt I'll do my best to write it, I just have to wait for the idea to spark.

Queenfixerupper - Your prompt with the lullaby, I'm still waiting for that idea to spark. (Any thoughts on what led to them singing the lullaby?) I haven't forgotten!

White Hunter - working on it

Here's a somewhat darker one-shot.

With weapons raised and voices loud, they went two by two into the jaws of death, as sharp as jagged ice. They charged blindly into the castle, their sights unclear, their ego leading them. This was a battle they would not win. The ice that threatened them was a mere indication of what was to come, they were stripping their lives away.

The little girl who had cried in her room, longing to belong, had ventured through unrelenting conditions in search of a place to settle her heavy bones for eternity. It was they who chased her, and she who retreated. Praying the floor wouldn't fall through again, the Queen had created her own path of ice. It was only in herself that she would be secure, it was in being alone could she trust herself.

Here she stood, in the makeshift castle that climbed the sky at the top of the North Mountain. Crossing her territory, they showed her no mercy. They were hunting her. She was a threat, a target of elimination. the unknown was terrifying, her sorcery was marvelled in fear. And she was seen. 13 years later and never had so many eyes been fixated to her. Her secret was out, she had nothing to lose and she knew what she had to do. Elsa would not be going home, regardless of how this ended.

The sharp eye of a marksman, a crossbow in hand. This arrow was pointing to death. Blood would spill, her red angry soul garnishing the icy blue that surrounded her. Anna would bring her home to dwell. Maybe.

But this palace was already a tomb. As quickly as it had come alive in her new found freedom, she was losing her humanity. They were set on ensuring it. Deep inside, she had known for a long time. She had known since she was eight. The image of civilians pouncing on her, the red glow that flashed across her young face. The fear that had taken hostage of her parents. A ticking time bomb that needed to be stored away, a life cut short. She was no stranger to the devastation that her powers bestowed upon her, the talons that would shred a little girl of her memory, and saw a bedroom in half. Only now was it leaking out of her their inner circle, the ever increasing number of people bearing witness to what true damage was.

Born with the powers or cursed?

Or?

She was both born with them, and cursed by them.

She had been locked away for a reason.

This was a long time coming.

And they couldn't say that she didn't try. She retreated, exiling herself for the sake of them.

But no good deed goes unpunished.

No act of charity goes unresented.

You must learn to control it. At this moment, it was the only thing keeping her alive. It was how she was still breathing. Even the notion of a bad feeling was enough to send ice coursing across the room with no grace to those in it's path. In her loss of control, she still held the narrative of this story. That truth was founded in the soldiers who were pinned against the wall, it was displayed in every unsuccessful attempt to end her life.

And she could have ended theirs, if she had wanted to.

He lifted his head to avoid the knife of ice that was inching towards his neck, he should have hung his head in shame.

Disarming him, of weapon and of ego. For a split second, she introduced him to her world, she blocked the exits. She watched him as he stumbled and slipped in every direction in search of an escape. The cloudy view of his struggle as he stupidly let himself believe he was stronger than her, how he pushed back. The message was clear, and she would hammer it home, demolishing her creation in the process.

Do not be the monster they fear you are.

She had them at a standstill.

Her heart was plummeting.

She was losing her humanity.

Anna.

Then it was cemented, this world was not made for her. It was foolish to ever think it would be. As she surrendered, laying down her arms, he raised his cross bow. She would never make it out of the valley of death. She was damned, either through others or circumstance.

The chandelier she had created was coming down on her, and she was reminded everything comes back to bite you.

A/N - Trying to exercise my writing mindset. This isn't great. I am still accepting prompts - I just can't say when they will be done by!