Elsa dries herself off, avoiding looking at herself in the mirror. She throws on her change of clothes. Then, out of habit, grabs her brush and glances at her reflection. Her feelings of guilt and disgust begin to flare the second she catches her own eyes. Everything in her tells her to look away, but she can't stop looking at her own face.
You're a disgrace. Anna would hate you if she found out what disgusting acts you just performed on yourself. Then not only called out her name, but you were loud enough for her to hear.
Every self-depreciating thought leaving its mark on her. Her face growing more and more disgusted with each strike.
You're sick!
Her face begins burning red.
You're terrible.
The tears gather under her eyes.
Anna would be better off if you just disappeared and never came back.
Her expression breaks, the tears escape from her eyes. She stumbles back still staring at the girl looking back at her. Each step she takes, the more her reflection looks less like her and more like a stranger staring back at her. Judging her. Hating her. A ring of frost starts to form around her hands, she grabs her wrist and starts trying to rub away the cold.
Why don't you spare her the trouble and disappear?
"Stop it", her voice is tiny. It's meek. It's all she could muster.
Why don't you just take Kristoff or Mal's offer? You're just a worthless piece of shit anyway. You could do something with this pitiful existence you call a life.
"Please stop it", the face looking at her turns darker, the eyes glowing an eerie blue, it was smiling. Just then a whisper breezes through the room, so faint she couldn't make it out. "I don't want to hear anymore... please." The whisper grew louder, Elsa still can't make it out, but her reflection, now bearing a toothy grin, seems to enjoy Elsa's distress. As she stares into her reflection's illuminated blue eyes, the world around her melts away. Her bathroom starts to disappear, fading to black. The light in the bathroom snuffs out, and the only source left is her reflection's eyes. The brightness shining out of the mirror, enhancing the dread and horror inside her. After a moment in the darkness, the apparition of herself parts her lips about to speak. With wide eyes, Elsa shakes her head slightly, "please", she begs desperately.
"All hail, the white queen", its voice is raspy. Seething with hate and rage. Booming with contempt and malice. The icy blue light darkens and changes to a vile green, and the Elsa in the mirror starts to laugh. The thin glass of the mirror is the only thing keeping the two apart. Elsa half expecting her other self to reach up and start pushing against it to reach her terrified counterpart. Frost creeps over the mirror, turning it to pane of ice. The longer the laughing continues the thicker the ice becomes until a crack shoots down the center. A second splinters off from that one, then another and another.
The tiniest cower comes from Elsa as she rubs her wrist even harder, her back against the wall. Her head rapidly shakes from side to side, her gaze never breaking from the mirror. She can handle staring down the biggest person on the street, ready to fight at a moments notice. This is her breaking point though, not the fighting, not the staring down just another person in front of her. Facing her powers and the chaos that rules them. The ice now creaking against the power pushing against it, the cracks spider webbing out in every direction.
Her doppelganger cackles against the straining ice, "just let me in Elsa, I won't bite. You can barely hold me back anymore, look how fragile your grip on reality is, all it would take is one", the reflection lifts her hand. "Little", she pulls her index finger back and puts it against the glass ready to flick it. Elsa covers her mouth with her free hand, tears frozen to her face, "push".
Knocking along with Anna's voice permeates the darkness, "Elsa?"
Elsa's head shoots to the side towards the originating point of the noise. The darkness is gone, she's back in her bathroom. Her breathing is erratic and her pulse is racing as she whips her head back forward. The mirror is back to being a normal mirror, no cracks, no ice. Her reflection behaving normally, every move she makes, the reflection mimics.
Anna's voice breaks in again, "Elsa, I'm gonna pop open the bottle of wine, do you want me to pour you a glass?"
Elsa uses everything she has to stop her voice wavering, "sure, I'm just finishing up."
"Okay, I'll wait for you", Anna cheerily replies.
Avoiding the mirror again, Elsa quickly picks up her old clothes and catches sight of her wrist. During the madness, she rubbed it raw with her free hand. Still steadying her breath, she pulls her sleeve down to cover her self-inflicted wound. She frowns at herself, worrying about what she just saw.
Am I going crazy? What the hell was that?
The tears frozen to her face becoming more and more apparent. She touches them and winces away as they burn her face. After a quick splash of warm water to remove the tears, she steadies herself as best she could, opens the door, and walks out to join her sister. As she descends the stairs, she worries that what was going to be a nice dinner between sisters is tainted with her uncontrollable lust and the terrifying madness it caused.
A/N Hello everyone! Wow 51 followers and 16 favorites, thank you so much everyone, and thank you for putting up with my random spastic updates!
I've been working on Black Diamond Princess more than I have this fic cause BDP is pretty much set. I know where its going and what's going to happen where. This fic I have two directions I want to take it in and really can't decide which way to go. My editor, even though he's awesome, has been no help with the storyline of As Cold As Ice. I have both story lines mapped out and just can't decide which way to go. Elsa, where she is, can go either way, Elsa take a major face turn and start saving the city she helped terrorize or should she heel turn and let her madness consume her and try to rule the hell her city has transformed into?
Evil!Elsa or Heroic!Elsa...