Hello And welcome to a new story collection. So fun fact I listen to Disney songs while writing quite a bit, they are great to set the mood and all, and I quite like altered versions of them that take a different stand on it. And thus I wandered to the fabulous Lydia the Bard on YouTube, who at the moment of me writing This has made 2 fantastic villain songs of Arabian nights and Into the unknown. Please look them up and give her some love. Lydia, if you see this, these are for you girl. Oh, yhea side note I'm Dyslexic and English is my second language I do my best to work through this but there are probably a few issues hope you can enjoy regardless
"Welcome, please take a seat, want a Drink?"
Me? Oh, I'm just a storyteller, nothing special. Do you like stories? Oh, you do splendid simply splendid, what is your favorite kind?
Princesses ah yes. The kindhearted ladies of yore. They stood behind their heroes and grew to become wise queens who led their people with just and kind actions. Yes, we all grew up with those, didn't we? But tell me friends, have you ever heard of the multiverse? Every path we take and every choice we make, another version of us takes the other for better or worse.
In fact, I have had the pleasure of coming across a bard that sings the songs of the poor princesses who missed out on their happily ever after across the stars. That piqued your interest, did it? Well then let me get you another pot of tea and stoke the fire, make yourself comfortable on the couch. Do you need a blanket? After all, the story of today will take us to a rather cold place.
Icy crown
A long time ago, far over the mountains and Lakes, there was a kingdom called Arandell. Its king and queen were blessed with two daughters, one of the girls was gifted with the powers of the north. Alas, a child's heart is easily scared and after one accident the princess's heart was scared. Fear was to be her enemy and eventually death was its conscience. Death of her people, death of her kingdom, and death of the only one that could thaw the frost over her hearth. Her beloved sister had always just been beyond her door. How she now felt like a fool for not opening it. She would never forgive the man who had caused her death, she would never forgive herself for causing it. And yet, every so often the winds carry sounds that should not be heard anymore like echoes of what should have been.
Among the mountains of the death kingdom stands an icy keep. Once it had been a cold splendor, like the home of the daughter of the north wind, but its splendor now lay humbled. The queen had built it as a monument of her freedom, but now it had become her prison of grief. She sat on her frozen throne, the hide from a bear pulled around her tinning frame there had been a time that cold didn't bother her, that was before it crept through her bones and took her hearth.
"Elsa. Elsa."
"Ana?" The last queen of the death kingdom shook her head and strode through the hallways. The ghostly whale on the wind, her constant companion. As the glow of the moon cast her ghostly gloom on the once beautiful queen.
"I can hear you, but I won't"
"You're leaving me alone again?"
"Some look for trouble, but others don't"
"You sure seem to have them"
The staircase was lit by candles flickering in the icy spiral, like a memorial for the lives that had once lit the homes in the city deep in the dale.
"There are a thousand reasons I should go about my day."
"Of course, oh queen of frozen bones."
"And ignore your whispers that I wish would go away."
"And yet, you come to visit me."
The door was magnificent. Icy roses surrounded a smiling visage of a woman, sun crowned. A crowd of people happy and alive in reverence of the rightful queen who didn't allow the cold fear to touch her loving flame, yet its opening creek was like the howl of Fenris.
"You're not her voice, you're just a ringing in my ear."
"Am I? Would you listen if I wasn't you never did before?"
"And if I heard you which I don't I'm spoken for I fear."
There it was the last thing the queen cared for, her last reason to be. She ran a frostbitten hand over the ice that entombed her sister's body. Dressed in a royal green, the treasure of the kingdom in her arms. A ghost of the last loving smile she had granted her sister before she joined their parents in the eternal sunrise, forever untouched by time and decay.
"Everyone I ever loved is here within these walls."
"Then why lock them out…don't you learn?"
"I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls."
The voice shifted from mocking to inviting.
"Elsa… End this misadventure and look for something new. The past is dead, life awaits you in the unknown."
"Into the unknown?"
"Into the unknown!"
"Ana, what do you want? Why is your spirit still awake? Are you here haunting to avenge my big mistake?"
"No I'm looking out here for a hearth more dead than me. To look out for at whose side I wish I be Everyday Is a little harder and I feel the sleep grow,"
"Don't you know there is part of me that longs to go into your unknown?"
"Elsa No!" "Look what's out there."
By now snowball and Olaf had followed the queen to the balcony, the skeleton of the capital a frozen waste but above a splendid aurora and a sapphire sea a single ship nearing the old port.
"Who is out there?"
"Why you ask me?"
"What's this feeling?"
"Moon is glowing!"
"Aaah aaah!"
"Aaah aaaah!"
"You should be going."
"You are never alone."
"Let's build a snowman when we meet again"
"Far in the unknown."
And like that the wind died, and the queen dropped her cloak, her skin unblemished as freshly fallen snow. The cold didn't bother her anymore.