Stowaway Snow Queen I
Summary: Eighteen year old Elsa is dying of loneliness and sneaks onto the ship of her parent's voyage. The ship makes a pit stop in a strange dock and Elsa disembarks to find herself in the arms of a stranger surrounded by foreign land. Helsa two shot.
Rubbing her gloved hands together and grinning, Elsa put into action the plan she had been forming for weeks.
Bright gold beams of moonlight shone brightly on the floor of Elsa's room, illuminating the blonde girl stuffing items in a traveling trunk. A few dark dresses and cloaks, her diary and a set of writing utensils, lots of gloves, a large box of food raided from the pantry, a few thick books, a box of chocolates, hair ribbons, socks, shoes, a bottle of pitch black hair dye, her makeup bag, miscellaneous items, and specially prepared brown eye contact lenses she had bought secretly. The princess hoisted the trunk up her shoulder, and in a long cloak of thick black material- skirted down the hallways of the palace as light footed as a mouse. It was way past midnight, the moon the brightest it had ever been. Instead of a shy, silver, subtle glow it usually was, the moon burst forth in a bold, gold, bright daytime-mocking light that seemed to guide the way with potent beams. Elsa secretly thanked the moon goddess Máni for guiding her this night.
She ran down a few flights to the second floor of the castle and opened a large stained glass window facing the docks she had previously left unlocked. Poking her head out and grabbing her trunk by both hands, she made sure no guards were passing by before tipping the trunk out of the window. It landed into the thick bushes below without more than a soft thump. Elsa followed suit silently, landing with grace on the leafy hedges. She practically sprinted through the mostly silent streets of the sleeping town of Arendelle to the docks. The moonlight reflecting off the fjord seemed the beckon to her, the ship her parents were to take gleaming in newly polished wood and woven white canvas sails tied sturdily down against the sky. Seeing it as a beacon, Elsa hurried over, scaling the distance between dock and deck. About twelve feet up easily. Lips puckered, Elsa was about to hurl the trunk up when she had a better idea. Biting her lip, she stamped her feet softly. Clouds of snow formed beneath her booted feet and carried her up smoothly to the dock. With a confident smile, Elsa glanced around to make sure no one saw.
"Hey, you! On the ship!" A voice yelled. Metal clanked on metal and it didn't take her more than a second to know it was a guard.
"Oh no!" Elsa cried. Dragging her trunk, she quickly opened the belowdecks trapdoor beneath a pile of ropes with a loud grunt. Shoving the trunk down below, it thumped loudly onto the wooden planks of the belowdeck, seven feet down. She held up the grille high enough for herself to slide in, and by memory only dragged it to a storage room she had heard about the ship, the size of a large closet. Shoving the trunk under piles of corn sacks, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She froze as the guard's voice was audible outside.
"Kris, did you hear anyone go on the ship? Thought I saw someone, maybe a robber."
"You've been delusional, Karl. Must be the late night shadows." A second voice replied, clearly uninterested and bored and sleepy. "You've 'seen someone' every night this week."
Elsa breathed a sigh of relief as she heard them walk away. Her return trip was just as uneventful.
In her room, she slid into the half-warm covers of her bed and immediately fell asleep.
The next morning...
The bright stars had barely faded from the sky and the moon sank past the North Mountains when Elsa's eyes snapped open. She shot a hand out, and laughed aloud when no nervous ice shot out of her palm. Today was the day she would finally escape Arendelle! A quick glance at her watch showed it was near five-thirty in the morning. She quickly washed up and put on her black cloak over her warm nightgown and slid on her shoes. She slunk through the morning shadows to the kitchens, where a few servants were preparing breakfast. From years of practice, she managed to grab a crispy chocolate filled pastry, an apple, and a glistening sausage; which she hurriedly stuffed into her mouth. The savory, oily meat crispy with pork fat nearly melted in her mouth. The hot buttery pastry with sweet melting chocolate and juicy apple followed as she darted out of the castle. If Anna was going to the trip, so was she!
She was running, running, away from her the prison that had caged her forever. To the ship!
The route was the same, she used a snowflake cloud to dismount on the ship and hide in the storage closet. With fast working hands, she created a "fort" with the corn sacks and crawled inside, using a book wrapped in an undershirt as a pillow. Within seconds, she was sound asleep again.
I wonder if any of you are thinking this Elsa doesn't sound like actual Elsa. In my opinion Elsa would actually be pretty comfortable with her powers, she mastered them beautifully when alone but when approached with Anna or any human she would be frightened and lash out, due to trauma of hurting Anna. Helsa in the next chapter, I promise!
*also, I'd like an update on how you guys are enjoying this series. It's been fun writing it for real!