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: None that I know of.
Notes: Okay, chapter two. Still not in the Digital World. Really slow-burning guys. Of course, after we hit the Digi-World it may pick up, but I want this to be pretty long. So hopefully it won't pick up too fast… _ Hope you enjoy.
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:Chapter Two:
-Quickly Forgotten-
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Days passed after her last visit with Olaf, Elsa continued to play outside or in her room, usually alone while her mother took care of Anna and her father worked to continue to support the life style of his family—but her wonderful friend who offered to take her to visit a magical land, never returned. The first few days, Elsa didn't worry; Olaf usually took a relatively small period of time to return to her after each visit. But when weeks passed, and she still wasn't visited by her friend, she approached her father with her worries.
"Papa!" She called out through the door to his office, accompanying it with a knock that felt hard to her, but was still soft in sound due to her small hands and her toddler strength. There was a murmured affirmation that she could enter, and Elsa stretched up to twist the doorknob and after a few tries, and a grunt of effort, she managed to twist the metal knob and push the heavy door open. The office was set up to be well lit when needed, but instead of the overhead light on, her father just had his desk light on as well as the light from his computer screen to light up the room. The walls were lined with bookcases and trophy cases, framed family pictures and an old letterman jacket from when he played high school football—and at the back of the room facing the door was his desk. He was seated in the desk chair with the computer on, typing away on his keyboard.
"What is it, Elsa?" He asked, not looking away from his computer screen. Normally, he would give his full attention to his child, but what he was typing would need his attention more than the girl and her worry.
"I can't find Olaf, Papa… he hasn't come back yet. I'm worried." She spoke, her voice on the edge of crying. His fingers did not paused in their typing and he didn't respond right away, so she waited. "I've looked everywhere…" She added after a few moments.
"What was that, bug?" He asked, his eyes still glued to the computer screen. "Speak a little louder."
"Olaf! Papa!" He moved his eyes from the screen then, he knew the name of his child's imaginary friend well, his wife told him about it the first time Elsa spoke of the snowman. "I can't find him." Tears began to fall down her cheeks then, and her father frowned. Standing from his desk, he removed his glasses; walking around the wooden structure he stopped in front of his daughter and crouched down to look her in the eyes.
"He's not real, Elsa. Olaf was an imaginary friend. A snowman." He spoke softly. "And it's summer now. He's melted, probably." Pausing, he only heard the strengthening of her cries as tears continued to fall down her pale cheeks. "He'll be back next winter, when the snow starts again, sweetie." He added, hoping to salvage her feelings from some of the damage he'd most likely caused from his insensitive statements. "It'll be okay."
"But… but he said he was going to take me to his world. To… to show me his magic!" She cried out and her father sighed heavily.
"There's no such thing as magic, sweetie. Why don't you go help your mother with Anna? I'm sure she'd love it if you played with your sister while she cooks supper." He ended the conversation with that, leaving no room for argument or added statements from his daughter as he stood, running a hand through his short brown hair as he moved back to sit at his desk to continue his work. Elsa sniffled in her spot and after a few moments, she realized that she wasn't going to get any comfort from her father and slowly slumped out of the office. She closed the door as quietly as possible before she moved back down the hallway.
Olaf… why did you leave me?...
Elsa entered the living area of the house and noticed that her baby sister was in the stationary swing in the middle of the room, and she smelled her mother cooking something delicious in the kitchen. With a tentative step forward, she moved around to stand in front of her sister, and she moved to her knees to stare at her younger sibling. "HI there." She spoke softly. There was a gurgle in return and Elsa laughed out. "You're cute." She added, reaching out to the little baby. She was shocked to feel little fingers wrap around a few of hers and squeeze tight. "Yea… I'm here." Elsa added softly. "I won't leave you." Another gurgle came from her sister's lips before her mother came into the room calling out down the hallways that supper was ready for all to eat.
-A Few Months Later-
The little creature that her parents had brought home one day and said was her little sister had grown quite a bit since the disappearance of her imaginary friend. Instead of the wrinkly mound of flesh that sometimes opened its eyes to stare at the world, she now had a full head of orange hair and her bright blue eyes shown a light of awareness, and her skin was now smooth and pink with life instead of wrinkly and pale. "Elsa! Lunch will be ready soon, don't run off too far!" The blonde heard her mother yell from the kitchen. With a smile in her spot in the hallway, she looked down at her little sister, bouncing in her walker in excitement as her eyes landed on her older sister. Elsa moved quietly behind the walker and began to push it in the direction she'd come from.
Anna giggled wildly in the walker as her feet bounced in her continued excited dance; Elsa continued to push her down the hallway, passing by many closed doors until she stopped them in front of a set of opened double doors. Inside was a room with floor to ceiling shelves filled with books. Her mother loved reading and so she'd started the library when her and her husband had started living together, now they had a room filled with books—with the added shelf for Elsa's children's books, which she pushed the walker in front of. "I'm gonna read you a story Anna! It's gonna be fun!" She said with a laugh, to which Anna answered with an exuberant laugh and continued excited bouncing. "Okay… how about this one." She pulled a book out. "Sandy Claws and Chris Mouse. This one is one of my favorites!" She moved to plop down beside the walker, being sure to have the book so that Anna could see it. Opening the front cover, she haphazardly pushed a few pages out of the way until she came to the first picture. "See right here? That's Sandy Claws, he's a kitty… his best friend is mouse. Which is weird because cats and mice don't usually get along… but I guess it works for them." Turning the page, there was a bigger picture of the cat: "The cat's the hero, his name is Sandy Claws, and he has orange fur! The color of your hair Anna!" She squealed before pointing to the next page as Anna stopped bouncing and looked on at the pages as her sister continued to speak: "He tries to play with the mice… but they don't like him. They think he's a bully so they run when he comes to play with them… see? Look he's crying?" Elsa pauses to lift the book so that Anna can see the picture of Sandy Claws crying on the next page. "Then here, he save Mama Mouse! From the evil rats, Anna! He's such a hero," She turned the page, "And then the mice loved him and wanted to play with him. And Mama Mouse made Sandy Claws her son… and now Sandy has a brother! Chris Mouse! They became best friends, and the best of brothers." She continues to tell the story of Sandy Claws and his brother Chris Mouse about the different things they did and the event they witnessed on a night so many years ago beneath a bright star in a manger when a very special child was born. "And they decorated a tree, it's usually called a Christmas Tree… but because Chris Mouse used to hide it in, Sandy calls it a Chris Mouse Tree! Isn't that cool?" Anna squealed again in delight. "And then they lived happily ever after." With a smile she closed the book. "Did you like it Anna?" There was a loud sound that seemed to be a laugh, which caused Elsa to laugh as well. Turning her head then to put the book away, she noticed her mother standing in the doorway with a video camera trained on them.
"You two are adorable, Elsa. I'm sure Anna would love to know that you read these books to her when she gets older." Her mother spoke, Elsa walked up to her mom and looked up at her as her mother kept the camera on her.
"Only Anna is adorable, Mama. I'm just a big sister, I have to be tough, I can't be adorable." She crossed her arms in a pout and her mother laughed.
"Come on, Elsa dear. Lunch is ready." She turned the camera off and set it on a shelf as she walked to the walker to pick up her youngest child. On her way out of the library, she took her older daughter's hand and walked them to the dining room where she set her youngest in a toddler chair and Elsa in a booster seat. The lunch was loud with ramblings from Elsa and babbling from Anna, to which their mother responded to in kind to continue each conversation as if she spoke with adults.
And Elsa forgot about her imaginary friend. That he had promised to take her to the Digital world. That he'd spent many days with her, to keep her company. She never worried about what had happened to him. Olaf disappeared into the recesses of her memory…
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Author's Note: Okay, so a few things… well mostly one thing:
Sandy Claws and Chris Mouse is an actual children's book. My grandfather wrote it and had it published when I was still in high school… so… maybe ten years ago? Anyway, it's a really neat little children's story that incorporates the first Christmas, but it's not heavy on the Christ part. If you wanna check it out, drop me a message and I'll find a link to it… or something. I'm not sure that it's held in stores on a regular basis.
And as always, if something has triggered you in this chapter, and it wasn't noted beforehand, let me know in whatever way is convenient for you. I don't like triggering people… so let me know, and I'll make sure to add it to the 'triggers/warning' section at the top.
Hope you enjoyed it! =D
Chezi Out