Title: A Journey Through Ice and Fire
Sum: [Digimon!Frozen AU] The mind is a fragile thing... how much can a girl go through... before she simply... breaks...
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen, Tangled, or its associated characters; I'm just borrowing them for a bit of fun.
Rating: T/PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, Sven, Hans, Rapunzel, Eugene
Warnings/Triggers: um... there shouldn't be any for this chapter
Notes: Alright, on to chapter one. The prologue was a snapshot of one moment in time in the future. Chapter one moves back to just after Anna's been born. This chapter focuses on Elsa. Hope you enjoy.
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:Chapter One:
-In the Beginning-
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Laughter erupted from her mouth as she moved through the air. Her feet no longer skirting the dirt as the seat on which she was sitting swung forward and backwards in the air—attached to a pair of chains that held the seat onto a metal frame above her head. The sun was hung in the sky above her, the light hitting her platinum blonde hair, causing it to shine like silver to anyone who looked on. Her eyes were closed with her mouth wide open in a grin, no doubt laughing as her legs were mostly straight in front of her and her upper body leaned back in the swing forward. As the swing begin its descent after reaching the peak in the forward swing, her crystal blue eyes opened to laugh out at the blue sky above while her legs curled beneath her seat and her body leaned forward to help with propelling herself backwards. Her crystal eyes, still filled with glee, watched as the world rushed forward during her swing backwards. To anyone who watched, she seemed to be the happiest child alive.
And that is exactly what the man observing through the sliding glass door thought as he sipped at his coffee silently. As tall as the door itself, it was a wonder he didn't have to lean over to peer out the door at the blonde child playing in his fenced-in backyard. Judging by his attire, pressed slacks with a tucked in button up shirt, it would appear that he would be leaving the house for a business meeting; and as he raised the mug of coffee he held in his right hand to his bearded face, his attention is pulled from the backyard and he moves away from the glass door. Standing just inside the kitchen is his wife, standing in a robe with her night clothes just beneath, her brown hair is a sleep tousled mess, and in her arms wrapped in a pink blanket is their newborn daughter.
"Good morning, Adris. Where's Elsa?" The man gestured to the glass door to the backyard and the brunette woman nodded. "Aren't you supposed to be leaving?" She then asked with a smile, gesturing with her head towards the clock that was lit up on the LED display on the oven. It was close to 8:20AM in the morning. His eyes widened suddenly at realizing that he was indeed going to be tardy to his meeting, rushing to put his coffee in the sink, he picked up his travel mug and moved to kiss and hug his wife, before letting his lips lay a kiss on the forehead of the baby in her arms.
"Have a good day, Gina." He said with a smile before moving about to gather his briefcase, his suit jacket, and his car keys before moving towards the door that would lead to his car. When the door shut, Gina moved from the kitchen down a hallway and into the baby's room, moving to lay down on the day bed that was held within the large nursery, she sighed in relief of her back and feet.
"Alright Anna… let Mama sneak in a nap." Within a few moments, the woman was sound asleep with the infant nestled safely on her chest.
Outside, the young blonde—Elsa, had moved from the swing set to the box of artificial sand just in front of it. With the large dents in the sand, it seems that she may have jumped from the swing to the sandbox, but she remains free of painful looking scraps, so if she did, she landed quite expertly. But now, she is seated in the sand, using her hands to gather it into round semi-formed balls. The largest one looked more like a hill of sand than a ball, and the middle one was falling apart by the time she'd managed to place the smallest one on top. The whole time, she held a smile on her lips, and her vocal cords hummed a nameless tune to the world.
"You are quite happy today, my dear Elsa." Came a voice from a place out of her sightline. The blonde stopped what she was doing and turned to face the owner of the voice, the familiar and friendly voice. Her smile widened as her eyes landed on the familiar sky blue and white clothes, and the blue-ish white pointed hat on his head; and lastly, the snowflake staff he held in his right hand. Standing from the sand, she dropped the hand clasped in her tiny hands and ran from sandbox towards the new arrival.
"Olaf!" She exclaimed, her arms held wide as she ran towards him. The moment she felt the cloth of his clothes, her arms closed around his torso and she moved her face to lay on his chest. With a giggle, she spoke: "I've missed you. You were gone very long this time." Her voice was only slightly muffled, but he heard clear as day. And with a returned chuckle, he moved his free hand down to rest on her hand, moving it down her hair in a soothing and familiar manner.
"I've missed you too… even if you refuse to call me by my name, dearest Elsa." The blonde girl stepped out of his embrace and stomped her right foot into the ground petulantly.
"I call you by your name… your name is Olaf!" She insisted, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks out as she pouted. With a chuckled, the man lifted his free hand again and patted her on top of her head, ruffled her hair slightly.
"Alright, my dearest Elsa. You win." Again. He knew that it wasn't worth the effort to try and persuade the girl to call him by his name, rather than the one she'd chosen for him. She was a sweet child, and he would respond to 'Olaf' if it made her happy. He only wanted to see her happy. "So, what were you building when I arrived?" He asked curiously, noticing the pile of sand that seemed to have fallen when she'd rushed to greet him mere moments before. It didn't look like any recognizable structure from where he stood, but knowing Elsa the way he did, she had no doubt been building something.
"I'm building a sandman!" She exclaimed, throwing out her hand for him to take, she didn't move until his hand wrapped firmly around hers. And once it did, she scurried quickly to where the sandbox sat mere feet away. And he followed, no seeming to take actual steps, more like floating. "He needs work… will you help me Olaf?" He chuckles and nods, agreeing to help her build the 'sandman' in her box of artificial sand. "Yay!" She moved to where she'd been seated before and plops down in the sand, pulled Olaf down with her. He resituated his legs and sat beside her in the sand. Together they rebuilt the sandman, and this time the sandman stayed standing. When they were done, Elsa began to dig a hole.
"Elsa… are you not cold?" She let out a noise that signified her 'no' to the question, and Olaf looked up. Clouds had been forming all morning, and he'd felt the chill in the air mere moments ago. It didn't really affect him, but it would usually effect a regular human child—Elsa should be wanting a jacket instead of the sundress she'd be in since before he arrived. Lowering his head to gaze at her again, he noticed that snow had begun to fall around them. Still Elsa happily continued digging, knowing that she would hit the bottom of her sandbox soon. "…Elsa?" She stopped this time and turned to look up at her friend.
"What's wrong, Olaf?" Blinking in confusion up at her friend, she wondered what had him so worried. He'd never worried before. He was always fun and playful, and he kept her safe and out of trouble as well. He was her best friend. "Did… did I do something wrong?" Her face contorted into the beginnings of a sad expression, that would no doubt lead to crying if she wasn't placated soon.
"No! No no no, Elsa, you haven't done anything wrong, dearest." He spoke quickly, cupping her cheek with his free hand while his other hand continued to clasp his snowflake staff. "I was just worried… because it's snowing. And you are only wearing clothing reserved for warmer weather." He paused. "Aren't you… cold?" Rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists to clear them of the tears that had gathered there, she shrugged her shoulders. "What does that mean?"
"I've…" She pauses, taking in a steadying breath to gather her thoughts. "I don't know… what cold is… so… I guess that I'm not." She shrugs once more and turns back to the sand she'd been digging down in. Olaf merely watched as Elsa continued to play in the sand, even as the snow collected around her hands, something that should have caused her hands to freeze—but nothing seemed to bother her. After a few moments of silence, Elsa stopped her digging and turned towards Olaf once more: "…where are you from Olaf?"
"Hmm?" Shocked by the question, he wasn't sure if he'd heard her correctly.
"Where… are you… from?" She said slower, deliberately making sure to pause so that he heard her this time, and with a smile.
"Oh, Elsa. I'm from a magical place... it's full of mountains, and valleys. With so many different creatures, so many different cities. Forests, oceans… and magic." Elsa gasped at this last part. Bouncing in place, she clapped her hands.
"Tell me about the magic, Olaf! Tell me!" She laughed out. He chuckled in response and waved his hand in front of her—in the air, water vapor crystallized and form a beautiful ice rose. He handed it to Elsa, who let out a squeal and took it from his hand. "It's so pretty." Olaf chuckled once more.
"Theirs is more like this in my world, we call it the Digital World."
"Ooo, Olaf! Can you take me? I want to see where you live!" Elsa asked in excitement.
"Hmm… I don't see why not, but it will have to be the next time I come to see you. It would appear that I've stayed here longer than intended, my love." He leaned over and hugged Elsa tightly to his torso, and after a few long moments, he moved back and to his feet. "Be good, Elsa. I'll be back soon." And he faded into nothingness while waving to the young girl.
"Bye Olaf!" She spoke, waving to the disappearing Digimon; and when he was gone, her eyes moved to the sliding glass door and noticed her mother standing there with her new baby sister in her arms sucking from a bottle. Elsa's smile widened before she ran to the door to join her mother and baby sister.
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Author's Note: Alright. There's that. Um, any feedback is appreciated. Bad, good, constructive. Whatever. I want to know what you think, so feel free. =D
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