Happy Valentine's Day! Did you miss me? It seems as thought the world has had a drought of Delsa but do not fear, for I shall not abandon you. As busy as I've been, I've been working steadily on a few things for you guys but for now, a classic tale for a cute holiday. Enjoy!
It's a terrible thing, not fitting in, always being left out. It's especially weird to be left out in Amitia, a mythical town that sits on the edge of reality and fantasy. Though it was a small town, it was never boring in Amitia. Ghosts of all shapes and sizes roam the woods. Some were lost and merely trying to find their way. Others were not so friendly.
No one knows why or how they got there, but they stay in the forest and do not bother the town save for a few incidents. However, traveling the woods was a dangerous thing and could be treacherous.
Elsa Arendal shivered as she glanced at the line of trees on the outskirts of town. She shook her head and looked back down at the book in her hands, continuing her journey home. She could never leave. Not with her sister. It was too risky. So, she was forced to be content with their little safe haven with books and stories as her only escape.
"Hello Elsa," the town's greatest hunter, Hans jumped in front of her.
"Bonjour Hans," she nodded at him politely, her eyes still on the book. Her book was suddenly snatched from her hands. She huffed, placed her hands on her hips and glared at the tall man, "Hans, may I have my book please."
He pulled it away as she tried to reach for it. "How can you read this? There's no pictures."
She raised a brow, "Well some people like to use their imaginations."
"Elsa, it's about time you got your head out those books and payed attention to more important things," he smiled at her as she grabbed the book back, "Like me. The whole town is talking about it. It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas… and thinking."
"Hans, you are positively primeval," she said as she began to turn away and make her way home.
"Why thank you Elsa," an arm wrapped around her shoulders and turned her around, "What do you say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and take a look at my trophies."
She recoiled from his touch, "Maybe some other time," she gently pushed away his arm, "Please Hans, I can't. I have to get home to help my sister. Goodbye."
"That crazy wench?" Dash, his little henchman, laughed from beside Hans, "She needs all the help she can get!"
The two men began to laugh with each other. "Don't talk about my sister that way!" Elsa glared at them with her book clutched to her chest.
Hans turned and glared at the younger man, "Yeah don't talk about her sister that way!"
Elsa's chin shot up in the air, "My sister's not crazy. She's a genius."
Boom!
Elsa turned to find smoke pouring out the cellar door to the house. She hurried back to the small cottage that was on the outskirts of town, leaving two laughing men behind her. She opened the cellar doors to let out the smoke and smog as she heard coughing from the basement. "Anna?" Elsa called worriedly as the smoke began to clear out.
A redhead with two pigtail braids, pants and an apron with a pocket with tools stuffed in it emerged from the smoke. "Argh! I'm at the end of my rope!" the girl yelled, kicking the big machine next to her.
Elsa smiled at her sister, "You always say that."
"I mean it this time. I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work!"
Elsa placed an arm around her sister, "Yes you will and you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow. And become a world famous inventor."
Elsa and Anna were orphaned sisters. Though they descended from a wealthy family, no property or money was put in their name due to the fact that they were women. Luckily, the sisters' uncle, who was given the estate and all the money, allowed them a supportive financial allowance until they were married and gave them their small cottage. Thought they had an allowance, it was just enough to survive on. The sisters owned some livestock as well and made some money off of selling things in town. Anna had always loved to tinker and now the financial pressure was off of the two, she was able pursue her interests. "You really think so?" Anna asked hopefully.
"I know so," she gave her sister's shoulders a squeeze.
"Well then what are we waiting for!" Anna smiled as she dropped onto the board under the machine and wheeled herself under it, "Hand me that dog-legged clencher would you?" Elsa turned and got the tool from her sister's toolbox and handed it to her. "So, did you have a nice time in town today?" Anna asked.
Elsa smiled as she set down her basket on a stool, "I got a new book," she paused as she brought out the book and stared at it, "Anna… do you think I'm odd?"
"My sister? Odd?" Anna sat up with a pair of goofy green goggles on, "Now where would you get an idea like that."
Elsa laughed and shook her head as her sister slid back under that machine, "I don't know. I just don't seem to fit in here. There's no one I can really talk to."
"What about Hans?" Anna asked absentmindedly, "He's a handsome fellow."
"He's handsome alright. And rude and conceited and… Oh Anna, he's not for me."
"Well don't you worry because this invention's going to be the start of a new life for us," Anna sat up and moved her goggles to her forehead while wiped her hands on her pants, "I think that should do it. Now, let's give it a try." She smiled before she pulled the lever. The machine chugged and clanked and began to move, chopping the logs that were lined up for it.
"It works!" Elsa exclaimed.
Anna raised a brow, "It does?" She looked back at the machine and smiled, "It does!"
Elsa excitedly hugged her sister, "You did it Anna! You really did it!"
"Oh Elsa," Anna took her sister's hands in her own, "Now I can win and we can get the money for protection," her eyes softened and her smile grew bigger, "And then, we'll get out of this town and travel to all those places you've read about in your books."
Elsa couldn't help her smile as her heart went out to her sister, "Are you sure you'll be alright? Traveling the woods is very dangerous you know."
Anna waved her off, "I'll be fine Elsa. I'll have Sven with me. You worry too much."
"Now let's see," Anna looked around on her horse, trying to see through the rain, "Calm down Sven. I think we just made a wrong turn. Now let's see, is it this way… or this way…"
Sven suddenly bucked up on his hind legs, knocking Anna off, and ran away into the forest. "Sven! Come back!" She froze when she heard something behind her. "Oh dear," she mumbled to herself before turning around.
"Ghosts!"
Suddenly a pack of hungry green glowing wolves appeared and began to circle Anna. Fearing for her life, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, dodging anything they fired at her as best she could. She soon came upon a large gate. Moving quickly, she raced inside and closed it behind her. She rushed to the giant doors of a massive castle. "Someone please! Let me in!"
Anna fell forward when the door opened on its own. A ginormous foyer with dark stones and gothic styles surrounded her. She shivered and pulled her coat closer to herself. "Hello? Hello!"
Soft whispers began to fill the hall. "What? Who is that?"
"Must have lost her way in the woods."
"Is anyone here?" Anna called out.
"If we keep quiet maybe she'll go away."
Anna shivered in the cold, "Please, I don't mean to intrude. I lost my horse and need a place to stay for the night."
"Poor girl… Oh Sam have a heart!"
"Who's there?" Anna picked up a candlestick and held it up to see in the dark hall.
"Over here!" She heard a voice but turned a found nothing. She felt a light tap on her head and looked at the candlestick.
"Hello."
She screamed and dropped the golden candlestick. "Now you've done it, Tucker!" a clock hopped down from the same table the candlestick was on. Black and purple, Anna picked up the strange object and began to examine it. "How on earth is this done?" she asked.
"Do you mind?" the clock said indignantly as the candlestick laughed at her. Anna set him down gently, "I'm sorry. I've just never seen a… a… Achoo!"
"Oh mademoiselle," Tucker smiled up at her, "You are chilled to the bone. Please warm yourself by the fire."
She smiled back, "Thank you."
"No no no!" Same called to them as Tucker led her to a small sitting room with an already lit fireplace and a big comfy chair, "Oh no not his chair."
"Sam," Tucker nudged him as a tea cart with a bubbling teapot and tea set served him tea, "This is a girl! The one we have been waiting for!"
"Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions," Sam warned him.
Suddenly, a cold gust of wind blew through the open doors to the sitting room, extinguishing the fire and causing the room to darken.
"There's a stranger here!" a voice growled.
Tucker rushed forward, "Wait, allow me to explain. The girl was lost and-"
"Who let her in?"
Sam shook her head, "I knew this was a bad idea."
The voice rumbled, "Who are you?!"
"A-Anna," she answered.
"You're not welcome here!"
She stood, "I-I'm sorry. I just be on my way-" She stopped when she turned and saw the creature behind her and gasped.
"It's scary, isn't it?" he sneered, "You've come to stare at the beast!"
She shook her head, "No no! I meant no harm. I was only looking for a place to stay!"
"I'll give you a place to stay."
"Oh boy, Elsa's gonna get the surprise of her life. Right Hans?" Dash tittered outside the small cottage. Hans smiled, "Yep, this is her lucky day." He moved a little ways away from the cottage and to a giant area with food, a cake, a minister, a band, people and decorations. "Ahem," he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, "I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But now I have to propose to the girl."
The people erupted in laughter, finding humor in the fact that someone would ever turn down a man like Hans. Said man turned to his friend, "Now Dash, when Elsa and I come out the door-"
"Oh yes!" Dash lifted up a conducting stick, "I'll strike up the band."
Hans grabbed the man's arms before he could start to wave it. "Not yet," he warned. With that he turned and made his way to the front door. Giving it two hard knocks, he posed against the wall. Elsa opened the door and looked out onto the lawn, not noticing Hans. He cleared his throat, causing her to jump a little and place a hand over her heart.
"Hans!" she breathed, "What a… pleasant surprise."
"Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises," he reached behind her and yanked a flower from a flower pot, "For you, mademoiselle."
She gave him an uneasy smile while taking the flower, "Oh Hans… you shouldn't have." She tucked it back into the pot, eyeing the door to her house.
"Don't mention it. Elsa, this is the day your dreams come true," he smirked and moved towards her.
She rolled her eyes and backed up towards the door, "What could you possibly know about my dreams Hans?"
"Plenty!" He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, stepping into the doorway of the house, "Picture this. A rustic hunting lodge. My latest kill roasting over the fire. My little wife massaging my feet while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. Oh, we'll have six or seven."
"Dogs?" she asked hopefully.
"No Elsa. Strapping boys like me!"
"Imagine that," Elsa leaned away from him as her eyes widened.
He moved so he filled the doorway, blocking Elsa from entering her house. "So, Elsa what'll it be. Is it yes or is it," he pulled her closer by her waist and purred in her ear, "Oh yes."
"I-" Elsa leaned even further away. Suddenly a light bulb went off over her head. She smiled kindly at him as he leaned closer, "I just don't deserve you."
"Who does?"
"But thanks for asking!" She ducked under his arm and into the house, closing the door behind her. The door slammed into Hans, knocking him down the stairs and into the dirt of the cottage lawn. Wedding music filled the air before it abruptly stopped.
"So, how'd it go?" Dash asked.
Hans growled and gripped Dash's collar while standing up, "I will have Elsa for my wife. Make no mistake about that!" He dropped Dash and stormed off. The people of the town scrambled to follow him with Dash close behind.
Elsa peeked her head outside the door, "Is he gone?" She stepped out with some feed in a bucket making her way to the back stables. "Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him!" she asked the chickens that tittered around her excitedly, "Ugh, me. The wife of that boorish, brainless…"
She stopped and took her apron and wrapped it around her head, imitating Hans's fantasy. "'Madam Hans!' Can't you just see it? 'Madam Hans!' His little wife. Ugh," she shook her head and readjusted her apron, "No sir! Not me! I guarantee it! I want much more than this provincial life!"
She walked out of the stables and onto the pasture that lay behind her house, overlooking a river that flowed beautifully through the trees that were beginning to change in the fall air. She smiled at the scene before her.
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere! I want it more than I can tell! … And for once it might be grand… to have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned.
A loud neighing and the sound of hooves made her turn. "Sven?" she gasped when she saw her sister's horse with no rider, the wagon with the invention still attached. She quickly rushed the grab the horse's reigns, "Where's Anna?" Noting the panicked look in the horse's eyes and his skittishness, she assumed the worse.
"Something must've happened," she quickly detached the wagon from the horse. "Go on Sven," she said as she climbed on the horse, "Take me to her."
The two rode through the forest. Elsa had grabbed a dark blue cloak before she left and she pulled it closer to herself, her eyes scanning the trees for any signs of unwanted visitors. When they came to the gates of a huge castle, Elsa shivered, pulling her cloak closer to herself. Sven began to rear as they got closer to the entrance. "Steady Sven," she soothed as she climbed off him.
She gasped when she spotted her sister's shoe lying on the path that led to the castle. Newly filled with determination, she approached the entrance to the castle.
"Couldn't keep quiet," Sam scolded Tucker, "You just had to invite her to stay!"
Tucker shrugged, "I was trying to be hospitable!"
"Give me a break," Sam rolled her eyes.
"Listen Sam," Tucker put a candle holder around the clock, "Can you blame me for trying to maintain what's left of our humanity? Look at us. Look at you!"
Sam raised a brow, "What about me?" She glanced down at the pendulum that swung back and forth, "Oh… right."
Tucker sighed, "If he doesn't break the spell, we'll all become… things."
Sam patted the candlestick on the back, "We've just got to hold on Tuck."
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
They stopped and watched as Elsa passed by them, oblivious to their presence. "It's a girl!" Tucker yelled. Sam raised a brow, "Where are all these girls coming from?" Tucker shook his head and followed the girl, "Come on! This is our second chance!"
Elsa froze when she heard a door open behind her. "Hello?" she called again, following the light into the door. She came onto a set of stairs that spiraled upwards. "Please," she began to follow the light up the stairs, "I'm looking for my sister."
Elsa reached the top of the stairs to find the candlestick in and small slot in the wall. "That's funny," she murmured to herself, "I could've sworn I saw someone."
"Elsa?"
She whirled around when she heard her sister's voice, "Anna!" She ran to the cell where her sister sat in the tower-like dungeon.
The redhead coughed and reached through the bars to take Elsa's hands in her own, "How did you find me?"
"Your hands are like ice! We have to get you out of here." She began to rub them together, trying to warm her sister, "Who has done this to you?"
Anna's eyes searched the dungeon fearfully, "Elsa you have to go, now!"
"I won't leave you!"
Elsa turned when she felt something move behind her. In the dark of the dungeon, she could make out a figure. "Who's there?" she called. When there was no answer, she grew angry. "I know someone is there. Who are you?"
"The master of this castle," a voice echoed.
Her eyes narrowed, "Then you're the one who's responsible for this! Release my sister at once!"
"I do not take orders from anyone! Get out!"
"No! Wait!" she softened her voice, "Please, let her out. Can't you see? She's not well."
"Then she should not have trespassed here. There is nothing you can do."
She saw the figure begin to disappear. "Please, wait!" she called to him, turning away from Anna to face the figure. She furiously racked her brain for anything that could save her sister. "Take… Take me instead."
Anna gasped, "No! Elsa, you don't know what you're doing!"
"You!" the figure paused before he spoke again, his voice softer, "You would… take her place?"
Elsa straightened her back, "If I did, would you let her go?"
"Yes. But you must promise to stay here… forever."
Anna furiously shook her head, "No, please!"
Elsa paused. "Come into the light," she ordered gently.
The figure hesitated in the shadows. Nevertheless he stepped forward, standing tall above both sisters. A ghost. He was a ghost. Silver shining hair and bright green eyes that stared her down. He did not look friendly and he did not look lost. He looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Elsa's eyes widened at the man that stood before her, her hand coming up to her mouth to hide her silent gasp. She felt cold hands grip her shoulders. "Elsa, listen to me," Anna tried desperately, "You still have so much more to live for. So many things you have yet to do!"
Elsa shakily stood and approached the creature, "You have my word."
"Done."
A ghost suddenly flew out of a nearby statue and dragged Anna from her cell. "Let her go! Let her go!" Anna yelled as she was dragged away. The beast followed halfway down the steps to make sure the girl was taken care of before returning to the dungeon.
"Uh, dude," the ghost turned when Tucker addressed him, "Since the girl will be staying with us for some time… maybe you should offer her a more comfortable room." The creature huffed in response before continuing up the stairs. "Or not," Tucker sighed, "That's fine too."
He returned to find her sitting by the window, watching the carriage take her sister away. She turned to him with a glare, "You didn't even let me say goodbye!" Her eyes softened as they began to fill with tears, "I'll never see her again. My little sister… all alone…"
The creature felt his heart drop at the sight of her tears and his eyes became gentler. He hadn't thought about that. His impulsiveness was never something he was proud of and he began to rethink his decision. He never had much of a family. Never had anyone to say goodbye to.
"I'll show you to your room," he turned to leave the dungeon.
Elsa looked up in surprise, "My room?"
His anger flared at her questioning him. "You want to stay in the tower?" he asked harshly.
"No."
"Then follow me," he commanded as he grabbed Tucker by the handle and used him for light. As he led the way, his anger disappeared as Elsa glanced fearfully around the castle.
"Say something to her," Tucker whispered.
Instead of snapping at the candleholder, he eyed the girl who was slightly behind him. "What is your name?" he asked.
She looked up, surprised, "Um… Elsa."
"This is your home now Elsa," he continued, "You're free to go anywhere you like. Except the west wing."
"Why? What's in the west-"
"It's forbidden!" he snapped, causing her to take a few steps away from him. They reached her room and her opened the door for her. "This is your room. If you need anything, the servants will attend to you."
"Dinner," Tucker whispered, "Invite her to dinner."
He mustered up his courage to ask but when his eyes landed on the blonde who was cautiously walking into her room, he feared rejection more than anything.
"You will… join me for dinner. That is not a request!"
Elsa froze when she heard the door slam behind her. She turned and tried the doorknob to find it locked. The backed up and ripped her cloak off, suddenly feeling very trapped. She glared at the door as if he were there, cursing him for all he had done. She sighed heavily, dropping her glare and turning to survey her room. It was very nice, she will admit but it wasn't home. She longed for her small room in the small cottage by the small town.
She missed Anna. Her sister would know how to cheer her up. She would know how to comfort her. She would know what to do. She laughed to herself as she sat on the bed. Just this morning she was looking down on her small town with its small people. But now, she longed to return, even if it meant seeing Hans again.
She straightened her back and squared her shoulders. She would not let herself be beaten by this place. She will be alright. She will make it through.
But she still missed her sister, her only family.
The door suddenly opened and a tea cart came rushing in. A black, orange and blue teapot smiled up at her from the cart. "It's rather dreary outside, don't you think?" she nudged a teacup closer to the blonde, "Here, a nice cup of tea will help."
Elsa stood with wide eyes, "But you're… you're…"
"Jazz. Thought some people in this castle think it's funny to call me 'Mrs. Potts.'" A little teacup bounced up and down in the cart. "Oh, and this is Cujo. He was very eager to meet you."
Cujo turned to Jazz, "I told you she was pretty."
Elsa gasped when her back connected with the wardrobe behind her. "Careful, darling!" she sing-songed.
Elsa moved away, "Who… who are you?"
The wardrobe smile down at the girl, "Call me Valerie."
"This is impossible," Elsa breathed in awe.
"Well now, what shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers," Valerie reached to open… herself but Elsa reached out to try and stop her, "That's very kind of you. But I'm not going to dinner." Valerie laughed, "Of course you are! You heard what the master said."
Elsa fumed at the mention of the ghost. She huffed and sat on the bed, "He may be your master but he is not mine!" She noticed all the objects flinch and stiffen. She sighed, "I'm terribly sorry. It's just… this is all happening so fast. I don't…"
"That was a very brave thing you did, Elsa," Jazz said. Valerie nodded in agreement, "We all think so." Elsa shook her head and hugged herself, "I'm going to miss my sister."
"It'll be alright," Jazz reassured, "If anyone can make it here, it's you. You can't give up. We're here to see you through."
"Help! Someone help me!" Anna burst through the door of the town tavern, startling everyone inside. Hans stood from his chair at the front of the room, "Anna?"
The redhead rushed to Hans, "Please, I need your help! He's got her! He's got her locked in a dungeon!"
"Who?" a villager asked.
Anna turned to the tavern, "Elsa!" Anna rushed around the room, "We must go at once. Not a minute to lose!"
Hans stood from his chair, "Whoa, slow down Anna. Who has Elsa locked in a dungeon?"
"A ghost!" she yelled, "A horrible ghost!"
There was complete and utter silence before the tavern broke out into laughter. Anna looked around, angry that not one was listening to her. "Fine then, I'll go back there and get her myself!"
"Crazy old Anna," someone muttered. The villagers shook their heads at her as she stormed out of the tavern, mocking her as she left.
Hans sat back down in his chair, "Crazy old Anna." He smiled as an idea came to mind, "Hm, crazy old Anna." He turned to the man on his right, "Weselton, I'm afraid I've been thinking."
The old man raised a brow, "A dangerous pastime…"
"I know," Hans nodded, "But that crazy wench is Elsa's sister and her sanity's only so so. Now the wheels in my head have been turning since I looked at the girl wearing pants. See I promised myself I'd be married to Elsa and right now I'm evolving a plan!" He leaned close to Weselton's ear, "If I…" his voice became a whisper.
"Yes?" the old man asked.
"Then we…" Hans began to whisper again.
Weselton's eyes widened, "No! Would she…"
Hans raised a brow, "Guess." Realization dawned in Weselton's eyes, "Oh I get it! Let's go!"
No one… plots like Hans, takes cheap shots like Hans, plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Hans. So his marriage we soon will be celebrating! My what a guy! Hans!
"Try to be patient," Jazz said to the master who was pacing wildly in front of the huge fireplace. A large spread of food was set on the table that glowed in the firelight. "The girl has lost her sister and her freedom all in one day."
"Danny," Tucker said seriously, "Have you thought that this girl could, you know, break the spell."
Danny rolled his eyes, "Of course I have! I'm not an idiot."
Tucker smirked, "Great. So… you fall in love with her, she falls in love with you and poof! The spell is broken! We'll be human again by midnight!"
"Tucker it's not that easy," Jazz shook her head, "These things take time."
"But we don't have time! The rose has already begun to wilt!"
Danny growled lowly before stopping and leaning against the mantle of the fireplace. He sighed, "It's no use. She's so beautiful and I'm…" he lifted his hand and sadly stared at it before he got angry with himself, turning to them with his eyes glowing green. "Well, look at me!"
Jazz and Tucker shared a looked before Jazz looked down at him. "There's more to you than that. Help her see it."
He sighed again, "I don't know how."
The teapot narrowed her eyes before hopping down and over to the table, "You could start by standing up straight. Try being a gentleman." Danny obeyed, startled by the sudden motherly scolding he received. In all honesty, he did want this girl to like him. If this helped, he would comply.
"Yes," Tucker joined her on the table, "When she comes in, give her a dashing smile that could make her swoon." This earned Danny's uneasy look.
Jazz shook her head at the candlestick, "But don't frighten the girl."
"Impress her with your rapier wit," Tucker suggested.
"But be gentle," Jazz reminded him.
"Shower her with compliments."
"But be sincere."
"And above all," they said together, "You must control your temper!"
After that, the door to the room creak open. They all looked up to find a sheepish Sam. "Where is she?" Danny asked curiously, trying to see if she was coming in behind the clock. Sam winced, "She… um… She's not coming."
"Danny, try to-" Jazz sighed when she realized that everyone else had left the room in a rush, the doors still swinging closed, "So much for controlling the temper."
Danny banged on Elsa's door angrily, "I thought I told you to come down to dinner!"
"I'm not hungry!" she yelled back.
He growled and opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted. "Danny," Tucker gave him a look, "That may not be the best way to 'woo' her."
Sam gave him a small smile, "Please try to be a gentleman."
"But she's being so impossible," he argued through clenched teeth.
"I can hear you," she called through the door. Danny pointed to the door with a look like, "See?"
Jazz gave Danny a look, "Be gentle with her."
He released a long sigh, "Would you be so kind… as to join me for dinner?"
Sam cleared her throat, "Pl… Ple…"
"Please," Danny growled.
"No, thank you," her response was gentler but it still angered him. Danny growled again, "Fine! Then starve!"
Tucker stepped forward, "Danny-"
"If she doesn't eat with me, she doesn't eat at all!"
They watched as he stormed off down the hall. "Well, that could've gone better," Jazz sighed.
"I can't believe he said 'please,'" Sam commented. Jazz nodded, "I think that's the first time I've hear him use that word." Sam nodded before his brows knit in determination, "Tucker, watch the door. Let us know if there is the slightest change."
Tucker saluted him, "Aye aye, captain."
Danny burst into his room in the west wing. "That girl!" he grumbled to himself, "I release her sister, offered her a nice room and dinner and for what!" His angry eyes found the golden mirror that sat on the table beside the glass covered rose. He grabbed it, "Show me the girl."
"The master really isn't all that bad," the image showed Valerie and Elsa sitting on her bed, "You just have get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?"
"I don't want to get to know him," she replied, "I don't want to have anything to do with him!"
Danny sighed in defeat as he set the mirror down. "I'm fooling myself," he said, "How can she see me as anything but a monster?" His eyes found the glowing rose that stood under the glass dome.
"It's hopeless."
Elsa peeked out from her door. Seeing no one in the halls, she crept out and quietly closed the door behind her.
The candlestick paused when he saw a figure pass in the hallway. "Oh man," Tucker panicked for a moment before he followed the blonde down where she discovered the kitchen.
"Oh,um… it's nice to see you mademoiselle," the clock offered her hand to Elsa once she entered the kitchen. "I am Sam, head of the household." She smiled as she crouched down to let her take her hand but a candlestick shoved him out of the way and took her hand instead. "And this is Tucker," Sam huffed.
Tucker smirked, "Enchanté mademoiselle," before he kissed her hand.
"If there is anything we can do to make you stay more comfortable," Sam rolled his eyes at the candle, "Anything. Anything at all."
Elsa smiled sheepishly, "I am a little hungry."
"You are!" the stove, who wore a chef's hat, exclaimed, "Then let us prepare something!" Jazz nodded, "Get the silverware, wake the china-"
Sam coughed, "Remember what 'you know who' said."
Jazz narrowed her eyes, "Nonsense. I will not let the girl starve." Sam sighed, "Fine. Glass of water, crust of bread and then-"
"Sam!" Tucker gasped, "She is not a prisoner, she's our guest! We must make her feel welcome here!" He smiled at Elsa and gestured to the dining room doors, "Right this way mademoiselle."
The clock sighed, "Alright dinner. But keep it down. If the master finds out it will be our necks."
"Of course, of course. But what is dinner without a little music?"
"Music?!" Sam called as the door was shut in her face.
Elsa was led to a chair at the head of the table with Tucker in the center. He smiled at her, "Ma chère mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax. Let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents," he paused as various covered dishes lept onto the table. "Your dinner."
Be
Our
Guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test. Tie a napkin 'round your neck cherie and we'll provide the rest. Soupe du jour! Hot hors d'oeuvres! Why we only live to serve! Try the grey tuff…
"It's delicious!" Cujo smiled up at Elsa.
Don't believe me ask the dishes!
Dishes with gold, purple and pink designs rolled onto the table as a lovely melody filled the air.
They can sing, they can dance! After all, miss, this is France! And a dinner here is never second best. Go on, unfold your menu, take a glance, and then you'll be our guest! Oui, our guest! Be our guest!
Elsa's eyes widened as serving trays and dishes danced over to her. Her and Cujo shared an excited look before picking out what food they should try.
Beef ragout! Cheese souflè! Pie and pudding en flambè!
Tucker slid forward, bringing a feather duster with him and dancing with her.
We'll prepare and serve with flair a culinary cabaret! You're alone and you're scared but banquet's all prepared. No one's gloomy or complaining while the flatware's entertaining.
Every object froze for a moment.
We tell jokes!
Tucker twirled the duster around before she left to help Jazz.
I do tricks with my fellow candlesticks.
The flatware began to follow his dancing.
And it's all in perfect taste that you can bet! Come on and lift your glass. You've won your own free pass to be our guest!
If your stressed, it's fine dining we suggest.
Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
Jazz began to lead a line of dessert trays out onto the table.
It's a guest, it's a guest! Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed! Wine's been poured and thank the lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed. With dessert, she'll want tea. And my dear, that's fine with me. While the cups do their soft-shoeing I'll be bubbling I'll be brewing. I'll get warm, piping hot! Heaven's sake! Is that a spot?! Clean it up! We want the company impressed!
We've got a lot to do!
Jazz stopped in front of Elsa. Is it one lump or two? For you, our guest?
She's our guest!
She's our guest!
Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
Be our guest! Be our guest! Our command is your request. It's been years since we've had anybody here and we're obsessed! With your meal, with your ease, yes, indeed, we aim to please. While the candle lights still glowing let us help you, we'll keep going.
Sam gasped when she emerged from the kitchen as the flatware got into a formation with Tucker leading, "No, no! Not the kickline!"
Course by course, one by one! Til you shout, "Enough I'm done!" Then we'll sing off to sleep as you digest. Tonight you'll prop your feet up! But for now eats eat up! Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
Please be our guest!
Elsa stood as she furiously clapped her hands, "Bravo! Bravo! That was wonderful!"
"Okay okay everyone!" Sam shooed all the flatware back into the kitchen, "Get to the cupboards now! Quickly!"
Elsa smiled at everything that passed, unable to wipe the expression off her face, "Oh, Tucker, thank you for dinner. It was delicious!"
"Oh my goodness look at the time," Sam pointed to herself, "Now, I think you better be off to bed."
Elsa shook her head, "I couldn't possibly sleep now. After all, it's my first time in an enchanted castle."
"Enchanted?!" Sam's eyes widened, "Who said anything about it being enchanted?" She turned to Tucker, "It was you wasn't it?" The two began to fight.
Elsa had to hide her laughter at the sight of a clock fighting a candle. "I figured it out myself."
They both stopped and let go of each other. "Perhaps you would like a tour?" Tucker offered.
Elsa's smiled widened, if possible, but Sam shook her head. "I am not sure I like that idea." She leveled Tucker with a glare.
Elsa smirked, "Then maybe you'd like to take me? I'm sure you know everything there is to know about the castle."
"Actually, yes I do," Sam's chest puffed out before she moved to lead the group out of the dining room, "Right this way."
Danny floated down the hall. He looked uneasily at the tray of food in his hands, making his way to Elsa's room. He did feel terrible for leaving her without dinner. "Act like a gentleman. Compliments and be sincere. Act like a gentleman," he chanted, "Act like a gentle… man," he sighed, trying to calm himself, "This'll be good." He froze when heard voices coming his way. He instantly turned himself invisible, recognizing Sam, Tucker and Elsa's voices.
"Now this is yet another example of the late neoclassic baroque period. And, as the era continued… "
Danny smiled to himself as he heard his friend go on and on about the architecture of this place. They had found it when this curse was first put on them. His expression saddened. He missed them, his friends. But after what happened, after what he caused… he just couldn't face them. But Elsa's soft small giggle made his chest fluttered strangely and lift his spirits just a bit.
"As you were!" he heard Sam call out again then the squeaks of the metal armor heads as they looked away from Elsa. "May I draw your attention to the flying buttresses above the aviary?"
"Oh Sam, it's beautiful. If only…"
Danny's heart sunk as she trailed off. He knew what she was about to say. If only he weren't here. He listened to their voices until they faded completely before he reappeared. He slowly set the tray down on a nearby table. "Act like a gentleman," he mocked himself, "I'm nothing but a fool."
The tour continued for a while, oblivious to the visitor they had had. " … and thanks to some quick thinking on my part the disaster was avoided."
Elsa shook her head at the clock before they passed a large staircase. "What's up there?"
"N-Nothing," Sam tittered nervously, "Nothing of any interest in the west wing."
Elsa quirked a brow, "So that's the west wing."
Tucker elbowed Sam, "Nice going."
"I wonder what he's hiding up there."
"Um perhaps mademoiselle would like to see something else?" Sam began to lead them away, "Over here we have amazing tapestries all the way from-"
"Maybe some other time," she dismissed her, still curious about the forbidden wing.
"Perhaps you would like to see the gardens," Tucker tried desperately, "Or the library."
"You have a library?" Elsa asked excitedly.
The clock and the candlestick smiled as they finally peaked her interest. They led her down the hall and towards the library, ranting on about the different types of book they had.
Elsa didn't follow the two objects. Instead she make her way up the stairs. Her curiosity got the best of her as she reached a giant door at the top. She pushed it open to reveal a dark room that was ripped apart with only a few pieces of furniture left untouched.
Her eye immediately gravitated to the pink rose that lit up the room. She cautiously approached it, mesmerized by the strange flower. She reached out and gently touched the glass dome that surrounded it.
"Don't touch that!"
She whirled around to find Danny standing behind her. "I-I'm sorry."
"What are you doing here?" he growled, moving to the side of the rose in a protective stance.
"I'm sorry. I-"
"I told you never to come here!"
"I-I didn't mean any harm-"
"Do you realize what you could have done?" In his fit of rage, Danny grabbed her arm in a deadly grip, "Get out!"
"Ow!" she tried to yank her arm away, "You're hurting me."
Danny's eyes widened as he quickly let her go, "No, I-"
"Promise or no promise, I won't stay here any longer!" She backed away from him frightfully and ran out of the west wing.
"I'm sorry!" he tried but she was gone and unable to hear him. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I-I didn't mean to hurt you," he spoke to himself, "You don't understand. There's so little left of me…" he looked down at his hands that gave off a ghostly glow, "So little left…"
He was losing himself, becoming more like an ghost as each petal fell, losing his humanity. It caused him to lose control of not only his temper, but all his emotions. He lashed out at the smallest things.
But most most of all, he was scared.
His head snapped up when he heard hooves pounding on the cobblestone outside. His head whipped to the window as he watched her ride out into the forest. His eyes widened as snow began to fall. She was leaving now? As a blizzard was starting in the night? He jumped up into the air and prepared to zoom off into the sky.
"Danny? Where are you going?" Tucker appeared at his door to see what the commotion was all about.
Danny didn't stop, "She's out there alone at night. It's not safe." He pushed all rational thought aside and launched out the gates of his castle, somewhere he hadn't been in a long time. But he didn't dwell on that. He needed to find her.
Elsa rode into the forest as fast as she could. But night was falling, a storm was approaching and it was getting hard to see. Sven suddenly reared back. She only had a moment to steady him before she heard the low menacing growls of wolves and could see the faint glow that was caused on the snow.
Sven turned and galloped in the opposite direction, causing Elsa to lose track of where in the woods she was. The wolves snapped at her ankles that they rode away. She quickly kicked one into a tree before Sven lept over a deep ditch.
The wolves paused, but only for a moment. They the backed up a bit and launched themselves over as well, using their ghost power and not quite giving up on their meal. The wolves eventually caught up to them and jumped in front of Sven, causing the horse to rear and throw Elsa off his back.
Sven's reigns were caught on a high branch. Elsa stood and quickly grabbed a fallen branch, knocking a wolves away from Sven's leg. She tried desperately to reach for the reigns but with Sven panicking, she couldn't.
A wolf suddenly grabbed Elsa's cloak in it's jaws and pulled her to the ground, catching her by surprise and making her drop her branch. One wolf charged Elsa head-on, but was blasted away before it could reach her.
The wolf that held her down was suddenly blasted away from her. She looked up to find Danny standing over her protectively, eyes glowing green and his fists smoldering.
Danny let his ghostly instincts control him as the wolves turned their attentions to him, attacking him. He furiously fought them, blasting ecto-rays and dodging as much as he could. The wolves whimpered as they began to retreat. Once the last wolf was gone, Elsa and Danny locked eyes.
Elsa gasped when she notice the large slash marks on his arm. His eyes began to droop before he collapsed into the snow, exhausted and in pain. Elsa stood there for a moment before rushing to his side. She stared at him in disbelief as Sven lowered himself so Elsa could get Danny on the horse. He looked… peaceful. Almost gentle. Almost… human. Elsa shook her head at the silly thought before untangling Sven's reigns and leading him back to the castle.
Jazz, Sam, Tucker and Valerie watched as Elsa wet a cloth in a warm bowl of water. They had made it safely back to the castle and now sat in the sitting room in front of a fire. Elsa turned to Danny who sat in his chair awake and clutching his wounded arm.
"Here, let me see," she reached for his arm but he pulled away. She huffed, "Just hold still." She finally pressed the rag to the slashes, earning a roar from him.
"That hurts!" he yelled.
She scoffed, "If you'd hold still it wouldn't hurt as much."
"If you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened," he countered.
Her eyes narrowed, "If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"
He opened his mouth but stopped before he came up with another response. "Well, you shouldn't have been in the west wing!" he smirked.
"And you should learn to control your temper!"
She held out her hand and looked at him expectantly with a raised brow and sharp eyes. He growled lowly, but compiled and gave her his arm. He pouted, having lost, and rested his chin in his hand.
"Thank you," she said softly.
He perked up and turned to her curiously, "For what?"
"For coming after me," she rung out the cloth and dipped it in the water again, "I shouldn't have been in the west wing. I'm sorry."
Danny looked her, surprised. He couldn't find any word to respond with so he simply said, "You're welcome." There was a short silence and he looked away before he spoke again. "Elsa, I-" he stopped when he met her eyes. He let out a sigh, "I never wanted to hurt you."
Elsa's heart softened at the sad and regretful look on his face. "I know," she smiled. And deep down, she did.
"Well, that's more like it," Jazz nodded as the objects watched the two interact, "I knew they could get along if they tried."
Tucker nodded, "So, the ice is broken… at last."
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Monsieur Masters."
Hans, Dash and and old man with white hair sat in the dark unoccupied tavern in the middle of the night. "I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night," Vlad droned, "But this fellow said you'd make it worth my while."
"I've got my heart set on marrying Elsa," Hans smirked, "But she needs a little… persuasion."
Dash laughed, "Turned him down flat!"
Hans smacked Dash upside the head before turning back to Masters, "Everyone knows her sister is a lunatic. She was in here tonight, raving about a ghost in a castle."
"Anna is harmless," Vlad shrugged.
"The point is," Hans glared, "Elsa would do anything to keep her from being locked up."
"Yeah, even marry him," Dash laughed again, earning him another slap.
Vlad raised a brow, "So you want me to throw her sister into the asylum unless she agrees to marry you?" he shook his head, "Oh, that is despicable," he grinned, "I love it!"
As the days went by, Elsa began to see more and more of Danny. Whether it be passing in the hallways, him helping her with her horse, or even when he came to check and make sure she was alright a couple of times. Any fear she had of him before was now gone.
There's something sweet and almost kind but he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined. But now he's dear and so unsure. I wonder why I didn't see it there before.
Now she didn't feel trapped. She felt… well, at ease. For her and Danny had become some sort of friends, their jokes and laughter echoing off the walls of the tired old castle. He had grown to like her as well, feeling more human every time he was around her.
Danny watched with a smile from his balcony as Elsa walked Sven in the snow covered gardens of the castle. She laughed as a footstool pranced around, trying to get Sven to play with it.
"You're staring," Tucker said from beside him. Danny shook his head before moving back into the castle, Tucker and Sam following him as he went.
"When she smiles at me… I get all choked up," he said, confused, "My heart starts pounding and I can't breath."
Sam and Tucker smiled at each other. "Good," Sam reassured.
"That's good?" Danny raised a brow.
Tucker nodded, "Excellent!"
"I've never felt this way about anyone. I want to give her something," he paused and looked down at the objects, "But what?"
"It has to be something special," Tucker said, "Something that sparks her interest." Danny thought for a moment. He remembered Elsa requesting a book or two to read. "I know," he said, turning to the two, "What about-"
"Look who's back," Sam nudged him. Danny looked up to find Elsa had changed out of her wet clothes and into a pink dress. She smiled when she saw them, moving towards the trio. A blush rose in his cheeks as he smiled back.
"Say something to her," Tucker whispered as Elsa approached, "Say something about her hair."
Danny looked confused, "It's… blonde?"
Tucker shook his head, "No, give her a compliment."
Danny's head snapped up when Elsa stopped in front of them. "That's a lovely… dress," he tried.
Her smiled widened, "Thank you."
She glanced this way, I thought it showed. And when we touched she didn't shudder at my glow. No it can't be… I'll just ignore…
But then she's never looked at me that way before.
He remember his previous thought. "Elsa, I have something show you. But first you have to close your eyes. It's surprise," he said excitedly. Elsa raised a brow but closed her eyes and held out her hand, allowing him to take it.
He quickly waved a hand in front of her eyes just to make sure she couldn't see before taking her outstretched hand and leading her down the hall. When she heard doors open and felt a marble floor under her feet, she asked, "Can I open them?"
"Not yet," he let go of her hands, "Wait here."
She heard the sound of curtains being drawn back. "Now can I open them?" she asked again, excitement rising inside her.
"Alright, now!"
Elsa opened her eyes to find herself standing in the middle of a huge library with books lining every wall, floor to ceiling. "I can't believe it!" she smiled, looking around, "I've never seen so many books in my life!"
"You like it?" he asked hopefully.
She beamed at him, "It's wonderful."
"Then it's yours," he said. Elsa blinked back at him in shock, her heart softening at his big smile. She laughed slightly when she noticed how goofy he looked with ghostly eyes and a happy expression.
New and a bit alarming. Who'd have ever thought that this could be? True that he's no Prince Charming, but there's something in him that I simply didn't see.
Her eyes caught a book on the shelf. She rushed to it and pulled it out. She smiled before she brought it back over to Danny. "This is one of my favorites," she showed it to him, "It's King Arthur. Have your ever read it?"
Danny's smiled faltered, "No…"
"Well, you don't know what you're missing. I'd love to read this again," she turned to him with a kind smile, "Wait, you can read it first."
His eyes widened, "No, that's alright-"
"No, really. You read it."
"No, you."
"No, you."
"No," he sighed, "I-I… I can't."
Her heart dropped, "You can't read?"
He looked down, ashamed, "I-It's just… It's been so long. I-"
"Well," she said in a happier tone, "It just so happens, this is the perfect book to read aloud," she sat in a pile of pillows by the lit fireplace, "Come here, sit by me."
Tucker, Sam, Jazz and Valerie all smiled as they watched.
Well, who'd have thought.
Well, bless my soul.
Well, who'd have known?
Well, who indeed?
And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own? It's so peculiar. Wait and see, a few days more, there maybe something there that wasn't there before.
Sam nodded, "Maybe there's something there that wasn't there before."
"What's there?" Cujo hopped up and down, trying to see into the library. Jazz shook her head and shooed him away, "Come on everyone. Let's give them some privacy."
Danny leaned towards Elsa, listening intently as she read him the story. "'Knowing not that this was indeed the legendary sword called Excalibur, Arthur tried to pull it from the stone,'" she read, "'He tried once to no avail. He tried a second time but still he could not pull it out. Then, for the third time, Arthur drew forth the sword-'"
"So that must mean he's the king!" Danny interrupted with an excited smile. Elsa laughed at his enthusiasm, "Wait and see." Danny looked at the book with nothing but wonder, "I never knew books could do that."
"Do what?" Elsa asked.
"Take me away from this place. Make me forget… at least, for a little while."
Elsa looked at him curiously, "Forget?"
"Who I-" he stopped himself and glanced down at his glowing hands, "What I am."
Elsa paused when she saw him look away from her, embarrassed. She bit her lip and searched for something to say. "We have something in common you know."
He looked up, curiously, "What's that?"
She glanced down nervously, "Well, i-in the town where I come from, the people think I'm… odd."
"You?" Danny asked in disbelief.
"So I know how it feels to be… different," she looked up and met his eyes, "And… I know how lonely that can be."
Their eyes met, green on blue, and everything around them faded. In that moment it was just them. Elsa broke the stare nervously and looked back down at the book. "'For the third time, Arthur drew forth the sword and there arose from the people a great shout. 'Arthur is king.'"
Danny leaned closer with a smirk, "Told you so."
"Alright everyone! You all know why we're here!" Sam stood in front of every object that worked in the castle, "We have 12 hours to create the most wonderful, most romantic atmosphere known to man or ghost. We must get this done before the last petals falls! Ahem, now then, you all know your assignments. Half of you to the west wing, half of you to the east wing, the rest come with me."
Tucker shook his head as everyone rushed around. "Sam, you gotta lighten up. Let nature do it's thing."
"It's obvious there's a spark between them," Jazz nodded.
Sam smiled, "But there is no harm in fanning the flames. Tonight must be romantic and spontaneous if we are ever to be human again!"
"Ah human again," Tucker sighed.
Every servant in the castle was bustling about, humming as they went. They were all excited at the promise of being human again.
Oblivious to the commotion outside the library, Elsa and Danny sat by the fire. "' … And when Guinevere heard that Arthur was slain, she stole away to a convent. And no one could ever make her smile again,'" she closed the book and smiled hopefully at at Danny, "The end."
He sighed dreamily, staring at her, "That was a beautiful story."
Her smile widened, "Oh, I knew you would like it!"
"You love books more than anything, don't you?" he asked.
She raised a brow, "How can you tell?"
"The way you read them," he said simply, "You let yourself be taken away in those pages. You get caught up in the story and let it surround you and you… Sorry I'm rambling. That made no sense."
"No no," she reassured him, "That was beautiful." She paused and bit her lip nervously, "I-I'd like to ask you for something."
"What's that?"
"A second chance," she looked up at him hopefully, "Would you have dinner with me tonight?"
Danny's eyes widened, "Dinner?! Me? With you? Well, that would be… I-I mean, um… yes! Yes I'd like that!"
"Tonight is the night," Tucker smiled up at Danny, "The night to confess your love!"
Sam and Tucker stood on the vanity as the coat rack left the room, having finished getting Danny ready. Said boy stepped out from behind the mirror. "I don't know if I can do that," he said fixing his clothes. He down at them, unsure, before turning to the two. "How do I look?"
He was dressed in a black tailcoat with silver trimmings and a white shirt with matching pants. "Positively dashing," Sam nodded in approval. Tucker shook his head, "But you must confess tonight!"
"You gotta be bold, daring," Tucker added, "There will be music, romantic candlelight. It's all set up for you Danny. You just have to speak from the heart."
Danny nodded, "I will speak from the…" he sighed, "I can't."
"You care for her, don't you?" Sam asked. Danny nodded, "More than anything."
"Then tell her," Sam urged.
The door suddenly opened and Valerie entered, tittering excitedly. "Your lady awaits."
Danny's heart caught in his throat but when he reach the door, his jaw dropped when he saw Elsa. She emerged from her room wearing a light blue ball gown with sheer off the shoulder sleeves and a bodice that seemed to be made of crystal. It was form fitting around her upper body and waist but draped around her hips like a curtain that swished with every movement. Her hair was in a sparkling braid and rested on her left shoulder.
He shook himself out of his trance and made his way towards her. They bowed and curtsied to each other. "Wow," Danny breathed, "You look…" He trailed off, trying to find words that seemed to be stuck in his mouth.
Elsa's smiled faded a bit. Throughout her life everyone always said she was beautiful. The word had no more meaning when it was directed to her.
" … Enchanting."
But he didn't use that word. And for some reason, it made her heart soar, her smile widen and her face flush ever so slightly. "Thank you," she smiled shyly.
Danny offered her his arm and she took it, letting him lead her down the stairs and towards the dining room.
Tale as old as time, true as it can be. Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly. Just a little change, small to say the least. Both a little scared, neither one prepared, Beauty and the beast.
Elsa smiled as they finished their dinner, noticing the music in the background. She stood and made her way next to Danny's chair. "Dance with me?" she asked, holding out her hand to him.
His eyes widened, "Oh, no. I don't-"
"Dance with her!" came Sam and Tucker's harsh whisper.
Looking back at her big blue eyes, he stood and took her hand, letting her lead him into the ballroom. "I-I'm warning you," Danny said as they walked to the center of the room, "It's been awhile since I've danced."
"Well," she took her hand in his, "Our right hands go like this." She took his other hand and put it on her waist, "Then yours goes here," she placed her hand on his shoulder, "And mine goes here." She smiled reassuringly at him, quietly laughing at the red blush that rose in his cheeks. "Then you just follow the music."
Ever just the same, ever a surprise. Ever as before, ever just as sure as the sun will rise.
Straightening up, Danny took the lead in the dance, letting himself remember when he used to dance all night. Elsa smiled as he twirled her around, surprised at his new confidence.
Tale as old as time, tune as old as song. Bittersweet and strange, finding you change, learning you were wrong.
Elsa felt herself relax in his arms before letting her head rest on his chest. Danny looked down, surprised at her action, before looking back up at Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie with a smile that said "Guys, look!" They all gave him some sort of positive response before he turned his attention back to the blonde in his arms.
Certain as the sun, rising in the east. Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, beauty and the beast.
The candlelight around them dimmed as their dance slowed and came to a stop. Danny bowed and held out his hand to Elsa. She smiled before taking it and letting him lead her out on the balcony.
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme.
Beauty and the Beast.
Elsa sat down on the wide stone railing of the balcony, looking up at the stars as Danny sat next to her. "Elsa?" Her gaze turned back to him as he gently took her hands in his own. "Yes?" she asked.
"Are you," he paused, looking nervous, "Are you happy here?"
She smiled, shyly looking at the ground, "Oh, yes. Everyone's been so kind. Jazz, Tucker…"
"With me?"
Her eyes widened as she looked back up at him. His green eyes were hopeful as he awaited her answer. He used to frighten her. This… boy who now held her so gently and looked at her so tenderly used glare and shout at her. She nodded, "Yes."
His eyes lit up at her answer but softened when she looked back out at the forest. "What is it?" he asked, "Is something wrong?"
"I just miss my sister," she answered, "She's so young… and I worry so much about her. I wish I could see her again, even if only for a moment."
Danny understood that now. He knew why she wanted to see her sister. Because now, that was how he felt about her. He suddenly got an idea. "I think there's a way I can help you," he said, standing up and pulling her with him.
He led her through the castle and into the west wing. He led her to the table where the rose sat and picked up a golden hand mirror. "This mirror can show you anything. Anything you wish to see. Just ask," Danny explained. He handed it to her and she took it gently.
"I'd like to see my sister, please," she asked softly. The mirror began to glow orange before it revealed a picture of Anna struggling in the woods. "Anna? Oh no… Anna!" Elsa gasped, "She's in the woods. She's sick and I-" she stopped realizing that she couldn't leave.
Danny could see Elsa's distress. "Then… T-Then, you have to go to her," he said looking away and gently touching the glass that covered the rose.
She looked up from the mirror, "What did you say?"
"I release you Elsa. You are no longer my prisoner," he met her wide eyes, "You haven't been for a long time."
"Thank you," she breathed, handing him the mirror.
He shook his head and said, "Take it. So you'll always have a way to look back and… remember me."
She stepped closer and brushed his cheek with her fingertips. "I could never forget you," she said, "Thank you for understanding."
Sam, Tucker and Jazz scurried in as she rushed through the door. "Well, I say that tonight was a success," Sam smiled, "I knew you had it in you."
"I let her go."
"You what?" Sam exclaimed. Tucker shook his head, "How could you do that?"
Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry guys… but I had to."
"Why?" Jazz looked up at him.
"Because…" he looked longingly out his balcony, "I love her."
Tucker looked excitedly at the others, "That's in then. That should break the spell!"
Jazz shook her head, "It's not enough Tucker. She has to love him in return." The objects turned and sulked out of the room. "Then it's too late," Sam sighed before closing the door, leaving Danny alone.
Elsa found her sister passed out in the woods and got her home as quickly as she could. Tucking her into bed, Elsa tried to warm her sister up. "E-Elsa?"
The blonde sat on the bed at her sister's side. "Shh," she soothed her, "It's alright Anna. I'm here."
Anna smiled as she sat up, taking her older sister in a hug. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"I missed you so much," Elsa snuggled into her sister's arms. Anna pulled away, "But the ghost. How on earth did you escape?"
Elsa shook her head with a smile, thinking of Danny, "I didn't escape, Anna. He let me go."
"That horrible monster?!"
Elsa shook her head, "He's not horrible. He just… there was more to him. At first, I was so frightened. I thought it was the end of everything. But somehow… things changed."
A sharp knock was heard at the door and caused Elsa to go and answer it. Her eyes widened in fright when she opened it, "Monsieur Masters, may I help you?"
"I've come to collect your sister," he said sinisterly.
Elsa furrowed her eyebrows, "My sister?"
"Don't worry mademoiselle, we will take good care of her," the man pointed to a wagon outside their house with the words Maison des Lunes printed on it. A crowd of people with torches gathered and watched.
Elsa narrowed her eyes and stepped towards the man, making him step back, "My sister is not crazy."
"She was raving like a lunatic about some ghost," Dash piped up before turning to the crowd, "We all heard her didn't we?"
Murmurs of agreement swept through the crowd. "No!" Elsa yelled as men approached her front steps, "I won't let you!"
"Elsa?" Anna called gently, emerging in the doorway.
"There she is!" a villager called. Two men shoved Elsa out of the way and grabbed Anna, dragging her back down the steps. Elsa followed them down, trying to stop them, "No, you can't do this."
Hans emerged from the shadows, "Poor Elsa. It's a shame about your sister."
Elsa whirled around and moved towards him, "Hans, please, you know she's not crazy!"
"I might be able to clear up this little misunderstanding if…" he trailed off. Elsa raised a brow, "If what?"
"If you marry me," Hans said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"What?!"
Hans pulled her closer, "One little word Elsa. That's all it takes."
She roughly shoved him away, "Never!"
"Have it your way!" Hans turned to Vlad, "Take the witch away!"
Elsa quickly ran inside as Anna was dragged away. "Elsa!" Anna turned to the men, "Unhand me!"
Elsa reappeared with something in her hands, "My sister's not crazy and I can prove it!" She looked down at the mirror, "Show me Danny!"
An image of Danny on his balcony idly playing with his ecto-ray appeared. "That's him!" Anna pointed to the mirror. The villagers gasped as she brought it down for everyone to see. "Is he dangerous?" a woman asked, holding her baby tighter.
"Oh no," she reassured everyone, "He'd never hurt anyone. I know he looks frightful but… he's really very kind and gentle… He's my friend."
Elsa felt a hand on her shoulder before she was turned and faced Hans. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had feelings for this monster."
"He's not the monster Hans! You are!" Elsa practically growled back.
Hans yanked the mirror out of Elsa's hands, "She's as crazy as her sister!" He turned to the townspeople, "She says this creature is her friend. Well, I've hunted ghosts and I've seen what they can do! The ghost will make off with your children, he'll come after them in the night!"
"He would never do that!" Elsa helplessly yelled.
"Forget the little wench! I say we kill the Beast!" Hans turned to the crowd. The all raised their torches, "Kill him!"
The baker turned to the men around him, "We're not safe until he's dead he'll come stalking us at night."
A woman, cradled a baby closer to her chest, "Set to sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite."
Vlad released Anna and joined the crowd, "He'll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wander free."
Hans jumped up onto the wagon so the whole crowd could see him.
So it's time to take some action boys, it's time to follow me!
Through the mist, through the wood, through the darkness and the shadows, it's a nightmare but it's one exciting ride. Say a prayer, then you're there at the drawbridge of a castle and there's something truly terrible inside.
As the villagers began to whisper among themselves, Elsa grabbed Hans's arm as he hopped off the wagon. "I won't let you do this!" she yelled.
"Try and stop us," he pushed her into her sister as he rallied the crowd.
She turned to her sister, "Oh Anna, this is all my fault. I have to go back and warn him!"
"I'm coming with you," Anna nodded. "No," Elsa shook her head. "Look whoever this ghost may be, he let you go," Anna took her sister's hand, "I lost you once and I'm not going to lose you again."
Elsa sighed, "Then we better hurry." The two of the snuck through the crowd to the stables, climbing on Sven and riding away.
Hans stood at the front of the mob, "We'll rid the village of this beast. Who's with me?"
Dash was the first to speak up, "I am!"
"I am!"
I am!
Light your torch! Mount your horse! Screw your courage to the sticking place! We're counting on Hans to lead the way! Through a mist, through a wood where within a haunted castle something's lurking that you don't see every day!
The mob began to journey through the woods, following Hans as he led the charge.
It's a beast! One as tall as a mountain. We won't rest 'til he's good and deceased. Sally forth! Tally ho! Grab your sword! Grab your bow! Praise the Lord and here we go!
We don't like what we don't understand in fact it scares us and this monster is mysterious at least. Bring your guns! Bring your knives! Save your children and your wives. We'll save our village and our lives. We'll kill the Beast!
Hans stopped and yelled to the men, "Cut down a tree, and make it a big one! Take whatever booty you can find. But remember, the Beast is mine!"
Hearts ablaze, banners high, we go marching into battle unafraid, although the danger's just increased! Raise the flag! Sing a song! Here we come, we're fifty strong! And fifty Frenchmen can't be wrong! Let's kill the beast.
The villagers reached the castle and used the cut down tree as a battering ram for the giant doors.
Kill the beast!
Bang!
Kill the beast!
Bang!
"Kill the beast!"
Bang!
The doors burst open and the people began to wander in, looking curiously at all the objects.
"Danny," Tucker burst through the door to the west wing. "Leave me alone," Danny said lowly, his eyes on the rose. Tucker shook his head, "But the castle! It's under attack!"
"It doesn't matter anymore. Just… let them come."
"Oh boy," Tucker sighed, turning and leaving the room.
Dash looked around frightfully, "This place give me the creeps." Hans shushed him harshly. "Well, it does," the young man argued. "Shut up," Hans growled.
A small teacup was wheeled in on a tea cart. Every stared at it strangely as they saw it move on it's own.
"Charge!" Cujo yelled before the cart launched into the mob of villagers, scattering them.
Valerie found the baker all alone. "Say, you know, you're kind of cute." The baker blushed shyly, "Nahhh…" He stopped when he felt his pants burning and turned to find a candlestick by his pants. He turned and ran, frantically waving at his pants. Tucker gave Valerie a wink before they watched Sam run by, chasing some villagers and yelling, "Tally ho!"
Jazz smiled down at a group. "Looks like you could use a nice cup of tea!" she called down. The entire tea set poured hot tea down onto the people, making them run away. "Take that you brutes!"
Dash looked around the room he found himself in, "Hey, where is everyone?" He turned to find a wardrobe glaring at him. Valerie smirked before she charged at him.
Hans had slipped away from the chaos and began searching rooms. Elsa and Anna entered the castle and managed to avoid all the fighting, especially as people rushed out of the giant doors. "Stay safe Anna," Elsa turned to her sister, "I'm going to find him."
Danny faced his balcony, a dying enchanted rose in his hand. He stared at it sadly before the doors behind him burst open. "Ha! You're even more ghastly in the flesh!" Hans's voice rang out before Danny was pushed down onto the ground. Danny weakly landed and dropped the rose, not having any fight left in him.
"What's the matter beast?" Hans laughed, standing over him, "Too kind and gentle to fight back?" He swung his hard boot forward to deliver a hard kick to Danny's stomach. He groaned as Hans laughed before noticing the rose on the floor. "What's this?" he asked as he looked down at Danny who merely avoided his eyes.
"Oh, you were in love with her?" Hans asked with a smirk while picking it up and examining it. He chuckled, "Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?" He dropped the flower to the floor before stepping on it, causing Danny to wince.
Elsa raced to the west wing as fast as she could. She froze in her tracks when she heard Danny yell in pain. The doors to his room were open and Hans stood tall in the doorway, his bow in hand. "Hans!" she ran in front of him, "Whatever you think you're doing-"
"Don't try to get in the way Elsa," he pushed her away. But she was persistent. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back, noticing Danny was pulling an arrow out of his shoulder.
"You have not right!" she yelled desperately, "He never hurt anyone!"
Hans roughly gripped her wrist and pulled her off of him. "You're wasting your breath Elsa!" he roared, squeezing her wrist as she tried to yank it away, "You should learn your place."
"Ow, stop it! Hans, that hurts!"
Hans was suddenly thrown off of her and she was brought into a hard chest, a hand on the back of her head clutching her close. A warning growl rumbled in Danny's throat before he turned and looked down at her with gentle eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked hurriedly.
Before she could answer, Danny quickly pushed her out of the way as Hans tackled him. They both crashed through the window. Hans pushed Danny over the balcony onto a lower roof. Rain pelted the stone structure around them and lightning flashed in the sky. Danny groaned as he sat up.
Hans grabbed a piece of a gargoyle and ripped it off, using it as a makeshift club. He raised it above his head, ready to strike Danny.
"No!" Elsa called desperately form the balcony, "Hans don't!" She searched for some way to follow them down but there was no way she could get to them, let alone help him.
As Hans swung the stone down, Danny caught it in his hand, standing up and pushing Hans back with a dark glare. The two fought furiously across the rooftops. Danny knocked Hans down and managed to hide himself in the array of statues, disappearing from view. "Come on out and fight!" Hans called, picking his club back up and walking across the rooftop.
A triumphant smile crossed his face as he spotted Danny, "It's over ghost! Elsa is mine!"
A blast knocked away Hans's club before he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and held him over the edge of the giant cavern under the castle. Hans's confident hunter attitude melted into cowardice when he met Danny's glowing eyes. "Let me go!" he cried, clawing at Danny's hand, "Let me go! I'm begging you!"
Danny was so tempted to drop him right then and there but he saw the fear in the man's eyes. Before a certain blonde had come to the castle, he would have dropped the redhead without a second thought. But now, it seemed, he was too human.
He brought Hans close to his face. "Get out," he growled before releasing him.
"Danny!"
He turned when he heard his name. He smiled when he saw the blonde on another balcony a little higher up, "Elsa." He flew up over rooftops, forgetting about Hans. He smiled when he reached her, "You came back."
"Of course I did," she said, taking his hand in her own.
He smiled at her before he roared in pain as Hans stabbed him in the back. Danny reared, throwing Hans down into the cavern with a scream. Elsa grabbed Danny's shirt to prevent him from the same fate.
She helped him over the balcony railing and laid him down on the stone. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker stopped in the doorway, a mixture of sadness and shock on their faces as they observed the scene. She cradled his head in her lap, holding him close to her. "Y-You came b-back," Danny choked out again.
She smiled down at him, tears forming in her eyes, "Of course I came back. I couldn't let them… Oh, if only I'd come sooner…"
"Maybe it's better this way," he panted.
"Don't say that!" she scolded him before her tone became soft and she stared at him with big eyes, "I never should have left. I'm sorry."
He smiled up at her, "Have I ever told you that you have the most… beautiful eyes."
Elsa's heart swelled in her chest and the tears began to fall.
Danny shakily reached up a wiped a tear away, "D-Don't cry. Eyes… too pretty to c-cry…" Danny was struggling now, taking deep breaths that were uneven and far apart. He thought of those eyes. He was so happy to be able see them right now.
Elsa gently shushed him, clutching his hand closer to her face, "Sh, you're fine. You're going to be okay. We-We're together now. You'll see."
A small smile found its way onto Danny's face, "At-At least I got to see you… one last time..."
We are home. We are where we should be forever. Trust in me, for you know I won't run away. From today this is all that I need and I that I need to say.
Don't you know how you've changed me? Strange how I finally see.
I found home.
You're my home.
Stay with me…
"Elsa… I-I lo- … "
She looked at him expectantly but found his eyes were closed and his hand had gone limp. "No," she shook her head, "No! Don't leave me. Please… please," she collapsed onto his chest, tears flowing freely as rain pelted down from the sky.
"I love you."
Sam, Jazz and Tucker paid no attention as the last petal on the destroyed rose fell, their eyes on their fallen friend. Elsa didn't even notice the flash that appeared around his waist as the rain that fell around him grew harsher and she clutched him closer.
Elsa didn't even notice the glow that enveloped him until she look up when a groan fell from Danny's lips. She opened her eyes and jumped back in surprise. The person laying before her looked like Danny, but he didn't have his silver hair, his ghostly glow and his clothes were torn. Danny sat up and rubbed his head. He opened his eyes, revealing big baby blue ones. He looked at his hand, realizing it was human. He stood up and stared her, "Elsa? You-you…" he trailed off leaving the question unasked.
Elsa practically tackled him in a tight hug, throwing her arms around his neck. "Oh my goodness, Danny! Don't you ever do that to me again!" She buried her face into his chest, before pushing him away and giving him a good slap on the arm. "Ow! Hey!" he said in surprise.
She put her hands on her hips, "That was for leaving me!" She grabbed his shirt, "And this, this is for everything else!" She pulled him by his vest and kissed him. His eyes widened but he soon got over the initial shock and kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. She pulled away and giggled at the dreamy look on his face.
"Wow, remind me to play dead more often," he remarked, dazed.
He pulled her to his chest. She reached up and cupped his cheek, almost as if to make sure he was real. He let out a soft sigh and pressed her small hand to his face.
A shy look appeared on her face, her bravado from before gone, before he pulled her closer and their lips met again. Sparks flew between them as they pulled each other closer. Neither of them felt the rain stop or the wave of magic that swept through the castle at that moment, returning it to it's former state. When they let go of each other, the sun was shining like never before and Danny turned to find three people in the doorway to his room, staring at themselves in wonder.
"Oh," the redhead smiled. "The spell is broken!" the one with a buret yelled.
"Tucker!" Danny ran to them, taking them all in his arms in a group hug, "Sam! Jazz! Look at us!" They all laughed together. He let them go and turned to the blonde, taking her hands, "Elsa, let's go find your sister." She smiled at him as they both excitedly ran through the door, laughing with each other.
"Who was that?" Sam asked, all three of them exiting the room.
Tucker smiled proudly, "I knew he had it in him."
"That was not Danny," Sam raise a brow, "Was it?"
"I mean, did you see that hair?"
"Hello?" a call came from the bottom of the staircase, "Bonjour, handsome!"
Tucker's eyes widened as he approached the maid, "Valerie, you look… good." She smiled, "I never thought I'd see the day when Tucker Foley was speechless."
They all looked up and watched as Elsa and Danny re-entered the ballroom with Anna smiling proudly at her sister. Sam piped up with a smile, "You think they're gonna live happily-ever after now?"
Jazz smiled back, "Somehow, I think they'll be alright."
Two lives have begun now. Two hearts become one now. One passion, one dream, one thing forever true: I love you!
Certain as the sun rising in the east.
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, beauty and the beast.
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme…
Beauty and the Beast.