Hey guys! So I decided that I will change the plot a bit. However since I enjoyed the Ranma cast a bit and decided to add me own little twist which you'll see later on. Right! I suggest you reread the prologue, it's not necessary to reread chapter 1 though, not many changes there. That being said, I may have missed something important... say something if I did. All right! I present you the newest chapter! This is relatively short but I wanted to get this out quickly in order to bring attention to the changes.
Remember I don't own Frozen or Ranma 1/2. Silly readers.
Chapter 2
He had to get the boy. But where was he? His stomach growled loudly and in response, he shushed his own stomach. Currently he was laying flat stomach down on top of the hill where he could get a nice birds-eye view into the city. Using his better than average vision he scanned for the boy, cursing for the hundredth time as he would not show up. His manhood hurt, his feet were sore, his clothes clung to him from sweat, he could feel more hair falling from his head. And. He was hungry. His stomach growled again.
He already thought about just going in the castle to be under the sanctuary of a king. But that idea was shot down as he noticed Frenchmen scouring every spot of the city including the castle. Most likely they also spun their lies to the king about him stealing their precious little rock. Ha! As if he was as bad as that!
"Darn boy, he better have th-" Genma paused as he heard movement behind his back. He turned slowly and caught a glimpse of the behind of what looked to be a deer. A very small deer but deer nonetheless. His eyes narrowed and saliva dripped out his mouth as his mind envisioned cooked venison on a stick. At the sound of his stomach growl, the hunt began.
Elsa was bored. Really bored. Really really bored. She was currently laid on her bed arms and legs spread out similar to a starfish. Her blue eyes stared straight to the white ceiling above. Earlier, she was entertained yet disheartened at Anna's little song to get her to build a snowman. Oh, how she desperately longed to do so but her dread kept her in place. For some odd reason, the song had stopped abruptly and she could hear the shuffling of running feet.
The platinum haired girl sighed forlornly. She then tilted her head to the direction of where Anna's bed once was. Despite the gigantic castle they lived in, the two sisters had been sharing a room gleefully. Now, substituting the bed was a large oak bookcase filled with novels, paperwork, and drawings.
The thoughts of the past brought her to her inner demons. Why was she like this? Her parents didn't have magic. And here she was cursed with the powers of ice. Her powers hurt her dear sister... she could have killed her own sister. In her readings of history, she learned that people hunted innocent people of witchery. Well, she actually had magic, what would they do to her? Despite the understanding from her parents, she wanted to be as isolated as possible.
"This is for her protection. This is for our family's protection. This is for the good of everybody." She whispered to herself. It was torturous, absolute torment. From her bedroom window, past the waters separating the castle and the rest of the kingdom, she could make out figures of children chasing each other and having a good time. And from the thin walls of the room she could hear the silly antics of her younger sibling. Speaking of whom, "This is for Anna. I'm protecting her," she told herself. Confined in her room, only her parents and her faithful maid, Gerda, visited her unnaturally cold room. Through Gerda she learned what it took to be the proper lady, a princess, and eventually queen. Through her parents she was able to bare the loneliness and obtain the mantra "Conceal it. Don't let it show."
Her large room consisted of four lavender colored walls. Within those walls were several elaborate purple colored chairs, a large rectangular rug designed with the most intricate patterns. To the left of her bed was a fireplace that she never used and to the right of her bed was a red chest containing several playthings. There was a window also to the left of the bed, the window was strange, rather than the standard square or circle it was triangle shaped with its frames criss-crossing to create a series of diamond shaped patterns. Throughout the wooden walls and floors of the room were water marks. On the wall across her bed was a door that led to the bathroom where she was able to clean and relieve herself.
Elsa herself wore an entirely blue dress, a black band that tied her hair back and white gloves that covered her equally pastel fingers.
The sounds of movement increased, signifying the approach to her room. Elsa sighed and pulled herself into a ball under her blue blanket, her arms hugged her legs tightly as she buried her head into her thighs. Through her makeshift sound barrier she could hear her sister. "Hey Elsaaa," the younger sibling called out, stretching her name out, "come out the door and playy!" Elsa did not respond. She badly desired to be with her sister, but she resolved her will and hugged herself to become even more rigid.
She could hear a new voice speak out, piquing her curiosity. "You sure she's even in there?" Despite the high pitch she could detect that the voice to be a male, a foreign male if the accent hinted to anything. She uncurled herself slightly and sat up in her bed and faced the door, her blanket falling from her head. She stared at the door, her face expressing confusion. Why would her father let anyone inside the castle? Nevertheless a child. And what was he doing with Anna?
"Of course she's in there! Where else would she be?" Her sister exclaimed.
"I don't know, not here?" The new voice answered. Who is this boy?
There was a knock on the door, followed by, "Elsieee I know you're in theree" in a sing-song voice. "Let's play castles and princesses again! I have our dolls here and Rammie can play with us!" Anna paused, "don't worry! Even though he's smelly and looks weird he's safe!"
"Wah? What is Rammie? I never say that." Obviously Rammie was not the boy's name. "And hey! I'm not weird! You weird!"
Apparently, Anna ignored the boy and continued to persuade her to come out her self imprisonment. "Let's go Elsa! We'll have lots of fun!" Elsa cringed at the hopeful tone of her sister. "Please?"
There was a moment of silence, Anna was waiting for a response. The unknown boy spoke up once again, "Sure you no sick?"
"No! Elsa! Why won't you answer? Why are you doing this?" Her sister's voice became desperate. Elsa could feel her heart vying to be with her sister. The air of the room started to drop to even lower temperatures. She could feel her blanket becoming solid through the cold emanating from her gloves. No no no.
"Woah, this door really cold." She heard the unidentified boy say. "Weird."
Hiccuping could be heard through the door, representing one thing, Anna was crying again. Elsa bit her tongue in guilt and she could feel her own eyes become moist. Soon she could hear rapidly fleeing footsteps of her sister and the soft controlled footsteps of the boy follow after her. The moment where the sounds of movement vanished, she buried her face into her pillow as she let the tears flow out, letting out pained muffled sobs.
"GOTCHA!" A surprisingly quick man came from above, his arms and legs spread out, appearing as a hawk diving in to take its prey. His descent was ruined as a small pick slammed into his forehead. He comically stopped in mid air for two seconds, hands twitching from the pain, before gravity claimed him and married him with the ground. "Ouch." The oriental man slowly picked himself off the ground whilst rubbing his forehead and came face to face to a young boy. The young boy had blonde hair, wide brown eyes, a fat flat noise, and chubby cheeks. He was standing defensively with a small pick held in front of him and behind the boy was what revealed to be a baby reindeer, evident by its small but growing horns. The reindeer was trembling in terror behind the boy.
"Who are you?" The boy asked cautiously, he was terrified at the sudden jumping of a hungry beast heading towards his beloved Sven. The beast as it turned out, was human. A very large human.
"I'm hungry," the 'human' replied, eying the reindeer like roasted smoked rosemary chicken.
Before he could pounce on his dinner the boy ran as fast as he can towards him and slammed his tiny pick as hard as he could into the man's family jewels. "Not…again…" the man squeaked out before he collapsed on the ground face first. With that the boy and his companion raced towards their 'home' for safety.
Later at night, a group of hunters came across a strange beast. Their crossbows locked and loaded they approached the monster guarded, their bows pointed toward its body. As they zoned in, one of the men gasped in recognition. It was the man on the wanted poster! Earlier that day dozens of Frenchmen put up posters with his face. The man stole something very very valuable. They were rewarding his capture for a lot of money! The man explained to his companions about the poster and together they bind the man like an animal and started their trek back to the kingdom.
AN: Thanks for reading!
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