I was originally going to publish this a few days ago but I've been so busy with Christmas and all. I wish you all a joyful and restful Christmas! Here is a part 2 to
Summary: (suggested by the awesome CharlieMcGeeFan, I do write requests!) Similar to the events of 'The Ice Queen's Reluctant Return'- Elsa decides to return to Arendelle- but this time after she freezes Anna's heart.
Elsa felt confused and out of place. She was afraid to go into her own palace, let alone talk to her own sister. She was unwelcome on her own land. Feared by everyone. Her mouth went dry and her throat tight as she realized the enormity of the plight she had caused. Anna's heart was freezing to death in the hands of a total stranger. She was talking to a total stranger ice harvester. Arendelle was still freezing.
"Sorceress!"
"Monster!"
"Why do you keep shutting me out!"
Kristoff edged his way back to her silently, his feet making crunching sounds as he plodded through the snow. The two took a bit of rest by the palace's solid rock wall that shielded the howl of the icy wind.
"So," the ice harvester said uncomfortably. "What are you going to do?" He shoved his hands into his pockets.
Elsa licked her lips as she pondered what to do. In truth, she had no idea. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed with every cell in her body for the winter to melt. When she opened her eyes, it was the same. Holding out her hand, she willed a snowdrift to fly to her hand. It did not budge.
"I'm sorry, I truly don't know what to do." Elsa admitted with disappointment. She held her hand out again, and a mound of ice appeared on it.
Kristoff sighed. "Didn't you learn that in your princess studies or whatever?"
Elsa ran a hand through her hair and realized how disheveled her once elegant braid had become. "I-I just want to make sure Anna's okay."
"Don't forget about the rest of a Arendelle," Kristoff said flatly. He crossed the snow to Sven and proceeded to adjust the reindeer's harness with nervous hands.
Elsa sat down on the snow and thought hard. How had the ballroom thawed the night she struck Anna with her powers all those years ago after the creation of her mini winter wonderland? Or those countless times she'd had a meltdown in her bedroom and ice scraped across the walls? Or when the news of her parents' death reached her and she had covered every crevice in her room with ice in fear and anguish? The ice always melted away, didn't it? But how?
Those memories scared her and she shuddered. How would she thaw an entire kingdom now?
A new string of memories clicked into place. Leaving the ballroom for North Mountain after the accident. Locking herself in her bathroom bathtub after each meltdown. Curled up in a ball by her bedroom door for hours and hours upon the news of her parents' death. Realization crept into her like a slice of sunlight through ominous, dark storm clouds.
"I have to leave Arendelle," she said aloud. Kristoff looked up.
"Leave Arendelle?" He echoed.
"Yes," Elsa said resolutely. "When I was younger, the only way to thaw the snowstorms- euh- creations I made, they only thawed when I would leave the area I affected completely."
Kristoff burst out laughing. "You just ran off FROM Arendelle!" He bellowed. "And it's still a frozen wasteland!"
Elsa's face grew hot and she resisted the urge to run this 'ice harvester' through with a giant icicle.
"No," she said tightly, "I have to leave and remain away in a faraway land. For months, possibly years. My aura will fade from this land and everything will resume to normal one day."
"How will that work?" Kristoff asked, tugging hard at Sven's saddle. As he retied a few loose knots, the reindeer grumbled.
"But who will rule Arendelle?" Kristoff asked, intrigued.
"Anna and, Hans," She scowled when she said the latter's name. "It's best for me and Anna to remain apart. It always has been. I don't even know if she alive right now." Elsa sighed deeply. "I wish I knew some other way to thaw this winter."
"I hope Anna's okay," a voice came from below them. The talking snowman had trodden over from where he was wandering.
"Olaf! Hey buddy," Kristoff greeter half heartedly.
The loud and swift creaking of the opening palace doors roused the two. Out stumbled a few servants with urgent looks on their faces.
"Queen Elsa. You there," one of them- a servant Elsa recognized as Kai- said urgently. Their faces were all white. "Anna is dying, and she is calling for you two."
"Dying?" Kristoff shouted. He sprinted towards the palace gates, shoving the servants aside. Elsa was not far behind, clutching her hands nervously together.
Another servant led them down the great hall hallway and into a grand room- the library. She was clutching a thick volume in her mittened hands.
Anna was lying on a couch in front of a burnt out fireplace, shivering. Her hair glowed a scary silver. Her eyes dimly lit up when she saw the two.
"Anna!" Kristoff shouted urgently. "Are you okay?"
The princess shook her head. "I'm not... I don't think so."
For a second, Elsa forgot all about her ice powers. She forgot the argument they'd shared at her coronation and up in her ice palace. All she could think about was her baby sister dying. She rushed forward and cradled Anna in her hands.
"Uhm, guys-" Olaf said. "The lady wants you to see a book," he pointed towards the servant.
"This ice poisoning is of no ordinary cause," the servant warned them as she showed the book. "When I saw your sister's plight, I immediately recalled this book on magical curses deep in the library. Anna found it, actually. It has a chapter on frozen heart remedies." She flipped to the chapter to show them, but Kristoff grabbed it from her fast and began to ponder it.
His worried eyes scanned down the page, lips moving incoherently.
"An act of true love- a true love's kiss," he mumbled.
"That boy Hans already tried," the servant said gravelly. "It didn't work."
"Kristoff, I don't-" Elsa began, but the blond was already cradling Anna in his arms as he leaned in to kiss her.
Elsa caught her breath the second Kristoff's lips met her baby sister's. For a second, Anna remained the same. Then color and life flooded back into her cheeks and her teal eyes opened fully. "Kristoff?" She mumbled. "Kristoff!"
The ice harvester had picked her up and was spinning her in circles, overjoyed. "I love you!" He cried in happiness.
Suddenly, Elsa found herself wrapped in the arms of both her baby sister and Kristoff. Yet, she didn't feel scared, or even worried the slightest. The warmth of happiness and family she had not felt since she was eight years old flooded into her body overwhelmingly. Ice was not sprouting from the walls. The temperature was not falling any faster. Realization dawned over her. If Anna's heart had just been thawed by Kristoff's love...
"Love, true love!" She said in wonder. Kristoff and Anna stepped back as Elsa realized what she had needed the whole time.
"An act of true love will thaw a frozen heart- and- a frozen land." Elsa mumbled. She raised her hands to the ceiling, willing the ice and snow to melt into the deep blue sky. She thought of warm, summery images and an emotion she was so foreign to- happiness. This time, the wretched blizzard willingly melted into the sky before disappearing with a quiet pop.
Elsa stared at her hands and feet. Ice wasn't forming on the floor or in her hands. The walls remained the same. She wasn't shaking or desperate for her gloves. Light flooded the library as the sun returned to its former glory. Outside, cheers and whoops were heard from the Arendellians.
"I have to say, I thank you." Kristoff told the queen. "I'm sorry for my harshness towards you, I was just worried about Anna."
"N-no worries," Elsa replies cheerfully.
"SUMMER!" Olaf whooped. He ran outside on his little snowball feet before anyone could say a word.
"Wow Elsa, how did you do that?" Anna said wondrously as she peered out the window and beheld the sparkling fjord and deep hued sky. She looked so beautiful and healthy Elsa's heart felt like bursting with joy. Anna rushed forward to hug her sister and Elsa returned the gesture just as warmly.
"I think it's the power of-"
"Love, love love." Kristoff groaned, rolling his eyes. "It's by the power of carrots, if anything. He drew one from his pocket and took a bite, but his eyes twinkled with merriment, just like the fjord in the sunlight.
Next chapter: What if Hans had killed the crossbow guy with a thrown dagger instead of diverting the crossbow?
or what if Hans didn't shake Elsa out of her rage and let her kill both men? (suggested by the awesome Dreamsandimaginations !)
I hope this chapter wasn't too cheesy. I was just rereading a couple of my other shots with sadder endings and I don't really have the heart to do those lol. Merry Christmas!