Summary: When the giant snow bodyguard informed his ruler, the snow queen, of Arendelle's royal wedding, the snow queen seemed to have a tragic past with the kingdom as she got upset and attempted to stop the wedding, by all means. But was it out of mere envy or something more complicated?
The Fjord kingdom of Arendelle was famous for its icy peaks of various heights and its natural, magical, wintry environment, full of towering pine trees and voracious wolves. Rumors said it has always been snowing in the hills, even during summer.
In the North Mountain, the highest peak of all Arendelle, encircled by clouds combined with a whirlpool of swirling snowy winds over it, there was a two-story tall, magnificent palace of purest of ice resting on the mountain's east section. Firm, imposing, and isolated. The moon hovering above the dark sky hits the ice palace with its moonlight, and the ice palace bounces it around the neighboring masses of snow.
But the ice palace was more than just some scenery made by the finest of skilled architects. Months and even years ago, it is said that this place is a residence for a mystical female hermit, self-proclaimed as the true embodiment of winter and a force of nature dreaded by the townsfolk…
The Snow Queen.
The townsfolk call her different names, and these nicknames ranged from most common to almost non-existence: the evil snow queen, the ice queen, the ice-cold witch, the witch queen, and the frozen heart.
Three years ago, in the kingdom of Arendelle, there lived two sisters, the aloof crown princess Elsa and the cheerful princess Anna.
During the crown princess' nineteenth birthday party, an incident occurred that involved the crown princess.
There were many made-up stories shared by folks. But, the most common and closest to the actual event was that the crown princess reached her breakpoint and shot blasts of cold over everyone in the ballroom, intended to aim at her own sister, out of some silly sisterly spat before she fled the kingdom.
The castle guards tried to bring her back, by force if necessary, but then in the midway, an unexpected blizzard blocked their way as if protecting the former crown princess.
Unfortunately, the troll's prophecy seems to add more fuel to the fire, as the troll's spiritual shaman, Grand Pabbie, had a vision centuries ago that a ruler with a frozen heart shall one day bring destruction to all of Arendelle.
And the townsfolk, without a doubt, believed that the prophesied villain was Elsa.
After the former crown princess escaped, the remaining member of Arendelle's royal lineage, Princess Anna, declares to her people that she will go after her exiled sister by herself, but people turned against her decision, arguing that it is for her safety and that she is too young to go alone in the middle of the forest.
It was clear no one wanted Elsa back among them. Determined, Anna decides to send a search party to do the deed in her stead, and again, people argued.
This time, Anna did not listen. But alas, after weeks of waiting, the search party did not return, frightening the already frightened kingdom, ever since the tragic death of the past rulers.
The Arendelle's council passed the throne to the now-crown princess Anna, while a young foreign admiral, who was in the party since the beginning of the party, courted her, and persuaded the council to delay her coronation three years since she was too young to rule.
People hesitated to accept Anna as their future ruler as she endangered their recruited sons to bring back Elsa, but in the end, they did.
No one ever dared to mention Elsa's name… or anything about her. Except for the new crown princess, if only in secret. She was the only person who missed Elsa, for she was her sister.
And as time passed, her longing and misery only grew. Even the presence of her future husband did not seem to bring her happiness at all…
Inside the secluded ice palace in its foyer, underneath the staircase leading to the secondary level, was a large entrance with a snowflake motif on its ice doors, which lead to a spacious hall that, if anyone enters it, they will notice how it is built similarly to the great hall in Arendelle's castle.
The Ice pillars line the perimeter of the room, with curtains of pallid exotic fur hanging between them and an elevated podium. The floor contains a snowflake motif at its center.
The entire ice palace did not seem to get enough of these snowflake motifs.
A podium with a grand throne of ice and snow was at the far end of the hall, and seating on it was a slender, sharp but alluring young woman.
The woman was staring at the entrance meters before her as she tapped the throne base with her fingers while her other hand supported her head. The sharp ice tiara on her head and her short spiky hair glitter as it reflects the light around the palace.
This peculiar woman is, perhaps, the infamous snow queen.
The snow queen freezes — pun intended — once a sudden force pushes the entrance open, and a bulky, ominous snowman shows up in the doorway. The snow queen composes herself before she glares at the snowman.
"Sorry…" the snowman said with a dull, cavernous tone after he noticed her glare.
The snow queen shakes her head and grunts before she looks at the snowman's hole eyes and says:
"How is Arendelle doing?"
The snowman clumps towards her as his steps boom down the hall. It stopped before the platform and met the snow queen's ice-cold eyes and said:
"The princess will become queen…."
The snow queen leans forward from her throne as her eyebrows furrow.
"… after marrying the admiral."
Where did he receive this information?
"Of course!" The snow queen rolls her eyes and cackles in response as she leans back.
"True love conquers all!" She snickers and continues, "and it seems that two queens are like two faces of the same coin!" She laughs at her own joke.
"Same…. What?" the snowman said, confused by her words.
"Oh, it's nothing. You're dismissed." She said and waved a hand, dismissing his unnecessary question.
The snowman shrugs his bulky ice shoulders and bows before he turns to take his leave. The ice doors closed after the snowman left the hall.
The great hall rumbles as spiky ice shadows crept down the walls, and the serenity blue in the castle, even the snow queen's dress, discolored its shade into grim, bluish-green. It seems this change stems from the snow queen's sudden shift in mood as her face darkens.
The snow queen slams her hands on the armchair and rises with ease while her nostrils flare and her jaw clenches. She twists to glare past her throne, right towards a hidden entrance…
Clanks rebound the frosty corridor as the snow queen scurries through it.
"When would you use your head, Anna?" She said with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes as her breath hitched.
The corridor — now tinted with menacing crimson — was extensive, tall enough to fit the giant snowman, and over nine meters long. In every three meters, there is one chandelier hanging above the ceiling. Columns of pillars on both sides line the corridor, and between them were icy doors on each four-meter. In front of each post were ice statues of armed men, with each one having a mix of anguish, terror, or rage on their faces.
Were these statues merely decorations the snow queen built to keep her castle from being plain — albeit the ice itself beautifies the place — or simply to scare unwanted trespassers? or were these statues aren't really statues, but were actually once-living people? Victims of her possibly unforeseen wrath?
At last, the snow queen reached the far end and pushed the ice door open, revealing a hexagon-shaped room, located underneath the enormous rocky boulders of the north mountain. It was somewhat dim, as the surrounding violet ice emitted a slight luminance of light.
Seemingly calmer — though her wide ice-cold eyes said otherwise — the snow queen lowers her pace and steps towards what appears to be an ordinary, garnished flat mirror on the wall facing the entrance.
The mirror's frame has a fancy mixture of rosemaling and snowflake motifs as its ornament, but an odious crack in the upper right corner of its frame ruined its beauty.
The snow queen stands before the mirror, staring at her reflection for a few seconds before she sighs and says:
"Mirror of Reason, show me the royal wedding."
The snow queen's reflection on the "Mirror of Reason" blurs by some sort of vague and sparkling magic. The foggy magic kept sparkling until it faded away, showing a fancy structure of carved wood decorated with rosemaling. It was Arendelle's chapel, full of royal foreign witnesses such as Dukes, nobles, dignitaries, and so on.
Something, or someone, caught the snow queen's attention as she glared through her smooth, dark eyelashes at a specific person standing on the altar in the chapel. It was the groom, who is the admiral mentioned by the snowman moments ago. Judging by her unpleasant expression, she might have met him before, and perhaps not under favorable circumstances.
As the mirror shows, the admiral stood with his hands behind him and straight back. What a perfect incarnation of a prince charming and a future husband with his slicked-back reddish-brown hair, trimmed long sideburns, and dressed in an exquisite dark uniform. He was staring at what could be the chapel's entrance. Standing beside him was the middle-aged bishop, and they both waited for the bride's arrival.
A slow, loud creak echoed the chapel, silencing the people's chatter. The talented chapel choir above the pews started to sing a Nordic hymn as the entrance opened, and at long last, the bride came into view.
The roses in her freckled cheeks echoed those in the bouquet she held pressed to her chest, and the smile in her eyes matched that of the husband who awaited her. She came down the aisle as if the creamy sweep of her skirt weighed nothing whatsoever. And her small head, held high, was crowned with a tiara like the gold at the heart of a crocus.
All the guests turn to look at her. A high-class small family murmur while staring at her. Some gentlemen whistled, others smiled, and a few beautiful noblewomen pout at her with straightforward jealously.
On the other hand, the snow queen did not seem jealous of the bride, yet she did not seem happy for her either.
Then she spoke with a mocking tone:
"I would have congratulated you, sister, had this marriage been out of true love between you and that weasel…"
The snow queen resumes watching the royal wedding via her magical mirror with a clenched jaw and piercing eyes.
The chapel choir stopped singing as the royal bride reaches the altar, climbs the steps, and halts in front of her husband-to-be, who held her exposed dainty hands with his gloved larger ones and met her eyes with his. The bishop, clad in a red cassock, looked at them with a warm smile on his wrinkled face before he cleared his throat to silent the attenders and said:
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are here to celebrate-"
"No!" the snow queen says with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows as her hands shake.
"This will not happen!" She then holds her snowflake necklace before she closes her almond eyes and whispers strange words to herself.
And this is where something peculiar happened.
As she recites, her overall dress glows an icy blue hue, her smooth, pale skin shades into grayish-blue, and her platinum-blond short spiky hair turns white.
Snowflakes appear out of thin air and swirl around the sorceress until they form a vicious blizzard. The blizzard whirls in the entire room and obscures everything from view, including the snow queen and her mirror.
All of a sudden, the once overpowering blizzard evaporates into nothing, and the snow queen is nowhere to be found.
Although there are two queens on the same coin, the said coin might have been cracked long ago…
Note: This fanfic is just a deleted idea for my main fanfic, Anna and the Frozen Heart.
Anna's wedding gown is based on a fanart from a DeviantArt user: HeiligerShadowFox, as some sort of placeholder. For the main fanfic, soon, I will invent her wedding gown of my own.
I'm working hard on improving my writing skills and my English. Just to let you know!
I also uploaded this fanfic to my Instagram page: M_IhsanArt, with a poster artwork. So, I hope you like it!
Updated 19/10/2021: I was supposed to write the chapter 9 for 'Anna and The Frozen Heart', but got too busy with high school. So here's an updated version of 'Cursed Wedding'!