A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2! Wow, the story's only been up 20 hours, and I already have 43 views and one review! Keep them rolling in folks, they're what fuel my creative juices! So, Elsa has struck Anna with her powers after finding a man dressed as Father Christmas in the house. This chapter is mostly about her shock at what she's done. Alright, enough of my blabbering! So, please enjoy!
"The snow glows white in the palace tonight
It's a pity it's Christmas Eve.
A palace of panicking monarchs
And it's all because of me.
The Christmas presents sit and wait beneath the tree.
It's a shame I possess the powers
Of an evil queen.
Don't let them out
Don't let them see
My tears are flowing shamefully.
Conceal, don't feel,
Don't let it show,
My emotion's shown.
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold them back anymore,
Let it go, let it go –"
I stop singing and sigh. I sniff and wipe my eyes. I don't suppose those lyrics are quite true, since none of it has happened, apart from my crying. I cradle Anna's form close, murmuring things like, "It's okay, Anna, I've got you," and "I'm sorry, Anna."
Mama and Papa come crashing through the door, and Mama runs to me. She scoops up Anna, who now has a hideous blonde streak in her normally auburn hair. She gasps. "She's ice-cold! What did you do, Elsa?"
"It was an accident!" I sniff. "I heard a noise, and I thought it was you or Papa, but it wasn't, it was a man dressed as Father Christmas, only it wasn't him, it was an evil man who cornered me, and then I ran, and Anna heard me up and came running up to the man, and – and…" I stop, gulping as a wave of fresh tears crashes over me.
"Elsa? Elsa, calm down! Shh, shh." Papa envelopes me in a cuddle. He looks up at Mama. "I know where we have to go. Wrap Anna in warm blankets. Elsa, you get some day clothes and a warm robe on. Kai, fetch us two horses."
Kai nods. "Certainly, Your Majesty." He walks away from the icy room.
Gerda takes my hand. "Would you like some help with getting your clothes on, Your Highness?" she inquires politely.
I nod and wipe my eyes again. "Yes, thank you."
Soon enough, Mama, Papa and I are racing along the hills to the Valley of the Living Rock. I snuffle into Papa's coat, terrified that Anna can't be saved. I'm so scared, that I leave a trail of ice in our wake. I notice that we gallop past a blonde-haired boy, who is riding on a sled pulled by a reindeer. It reminds me painfully of how I hurt my dear sister. Because of some creep stalking around in our palace, our home.
I start crying bitterly, clutching Papa's coat, not only to stay on the horse, but to comfort myself, too. I feel ashamed. While my sister is in some sort of ice coma, I'm crying because of a man in our house. In fact, 'shame' is not a strong enough word for how I feel right now.
"Come along, Elsa. We're here." Papa offers me a hand and helps me off his horse.
Mama is carrying Anna, who looks so peaceful. So peaceful, she looks dead. I start screaming uncontrollably, and Papa looks at me in shock.
"Hush, Elsa! Shh, shh, shh. Come here, darling." He crouches down and holds me close, stroking my hair and murmuring soothingly to me.
I finally compose myself enough to stand, quivering, as Papa raises his head. "Please, help! It's my daughter," he says, in his regal, booming voice.
We wait several seconds, before Papa speaks again. "Is anyone there? If so, please help us!"
I try next. I take a deep breath, and shout, "Hello? Oh, please, you have to help! I-I struck my sister with my powers, and – and… now she won't wake up."
"Ahem… if I can be of any assistance to you…"
I whip around to see the boy that was riding the sled. "Yes? Can you help us?"
"I-I think I can… Are you looking for the trolls?" he inquires.
"Yes. Do you know where they are?" says Papa, looking suspiciously at the boy.
"I do…" The boy opens his mouth to continue, but I'm squealing and jumping up and down.
"Oh! You do? Oh, goodie!"
"They're in the Southern Isles on holiday," says the boy flatly.
"What?" All hope of Anna being saved comes crashing down.
Mama gasps. "Anna…?" Her voice cracks.
I look up to see Anna's body icing over. In a matter of seconds, her whole body is blue, literally blue. I stare at my hands, sizing up what they are capable of.
I feel sick.
The temperature immediately drops, and snowflakes begin to flutter from the sky. Mama lays Anna on the ground as the snowstorm worsens. Papa grabs her hand and pulls her away, leaving me to work out my emotions. Hatred, hatred, hatred. I hate myself. I'm wicked, twisted, awful.
The storm is of blizzard proportions now. I fall to my knees, screaming. I grip Anna's frozen hand, wanting it to thaw so much.
I raise my head, tears dripping down my face. "What do I have to do to save her?" I yell, and my voice echoes around the rocks.
I only hear the wind whistling around. The wind that Anna should be hearing, but cannot. The wind that would not be around, if she could.
I weep, tugging at my braid until a curtain of blonde locks tumbles past my face. My headband falls to the ground, and I touch it. It immediately becomes ice. I gasp, then pick it up and place it back on my head. The coolness of it feels nice, refreshing, like a new start.
"Excuse me," says someone.
I turn. The boy still stands there, shielding his face.
"Yes?" I mumble.
"I can help with your sister. But first, tell me your name."
"It's… Princess Elsa of Arrendelle." I sniff, wiping my eyes.
"I'm Kristoff, an ice harvester. It's an honour to meet you, Your Highness." He bows low, making me laugh.
"It's an honour to meet you, Kristoff."
Kristoff blushes deeply. "Right. Your sister… did you strike her with your strange ma – I mean, ice powers?" I nod. "Was it her head, or her heart?"
"Her head," I mumble.
Kristoff suddenly looks grave. "I-I don't see how… Grandpabbie says that the head can be persuaded, but the heart… She should not be frozen like this! Hold on… was there the presence of evil around when she was struck?"
"I-I think so… A man, with black, empty eyes. He was dressed up like Father Christmas. Anna ran to him, and I slipped on some ice I'd made. I tried to stop her, but – but…"
Kristoff pats my back as I dissolve in yet another puddle of tears. I bury my face in my hands, only very slightly comforted by his warm, strong circles on my back.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Kristoff. You must think me a horrible baby," I say thickly.
"No, no. Not at all," he replies comfortingly. "Now, to save your sister…"
A/N: Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn! Who woulda thunk, Anna would freeze? The next chapter is going to have Elsa making her trademark dress! And yes, I might have some Elstoff (Elsa x Kristoff), but NO SMUT. They're only kids! But, since Anna is currently unavailable for Kristoff, I decided to have them starting to have a kiddie-crush on each other! Sweet! See ya in the next chapter!
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