Prue L. Lawrence—The Escape

Frozen Hearts: The Escape

**Hey, guys! Prue Lawrence again! You know the drill: X Men and Frozen are not my property, this is completely fan based, and in no way do I get paid for writing these stories. They are completely fan based.

The only actual "new" thing I made, was my OC called Blake. He is actually an example of a boy who used to be my friend, and how he acted towards me sometimes, and how it was really hard to deal with him sometimes, because he acted extremely controlling. Now Elsa's dealing with him. She's in the same sticky situation I was in. :( But it's a really great writing tool to use things from real life. Always remember that if you have a bad experience, that it can become a really good relatable writing tool!

The only thing I get out of this are your guy's opinions and support. Thank you so much for reading, and be patient with me, because I'm not very good at being consistent. Reviews are very, very welcome. And don't be afraid to say if I'm doing something wrong, but be nice to me, too! Lots of love from your fellow fan girl,

—Prue Lawrence**

Elsa's footsteps pounded through the darkness. She huffed, clutching a stitch in her side. Keep running, she thought. Keep running. An image of Logan on the ground bleeding rose up before her mind's eye. She froze at that moment—she hated blood, hated even the sight of it. That meant someone was hurt. More than likely someone she loved. She wasn't so positive that she actually "loved" Logan, but she cared enough about him.

But he stood up like he was fine. Elsa's mind reeled. Was that another part of his powers? Did Bobby ever mention that?

She gasped for air. If there was one thing she wished for more at Xavier's school in that moment, it was to instill more rigorous exercise in gym. She closed her eyes, focusing on her feet in front of her.

Gunshots. The ground in front of her shooting up with clods of dirt, some of it getting into her eyes. She blinked rapidly, but the more terrifying thing was knowing someone was aiming at her with something that would in a split second, mar her body, even stop her heart.

She nearly forgot Blake was behind her.

"Get down!" he shouted. Elsa couldn't listen to him. She wouldn't sit, waiting to be shot. She felt his arms slide around her waist.

No! "You're going to kill us both!" she shouted, angry. She wanted to scream, cry, something. But as he grabbed her, she felt the ground beneath her start to collapse. No, the ground opened, two halves pulling downward. Her feet slipped, Blake still holding onto her. She nearly struck at him to make him let go of her, but her feet met space, nothing.

She screamed, covering her head and folding her legs beneath her, ready for impact. It came, the jarring effect shooting up her legs and into her entire body. She screamed again, more in pain than fear this time. But before she realized what happened, the world was engulfed in darkness.

She gasped for breath, still holding her head, whimpering. Her feet felt as though she fell on rusted nails instead of solid concrete. Hot tears came out of her eyes, her tear ducts fully admitting a stream of tears. She rocked back and forth, hoping the pain would abate.

After what felt like hours, her body slowly uncurled from the fetal position she held. In a dress, it would have seemed odd. Her jeans now gave her more free movement, curling up into a ball. A shudder as a breath let itself out, and she slowly got up. She wondered how much colder she would be, had she still worn the dress.

"B-Blake?" she asked, shivering.

He sat beside her, watching her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "What about you?"

"I held you for a while, you know," he said, his tone unnecessary. His eyes, if she could have seen them, must have flickered behind the dark glasses. Again, she felt uncomfortable. "You wouldn't stop crying."

"Thanks, I guess?" Elsa didn't feel him. She was obviously too wrapped up in pain to even consider outside forces. Her stomach curled. I held you for a while, you know. As though they were, what, lovers? Hans's regal face came into her mind's eye again. Again, she pushed him out, angrily. Blake wasn't Hans. And Elsa certainly wouldn't fall for Blake in the happy-go-lucky way Anna fell for Hans. She narrowed her eyes.

Blake did as well, at least from what Elsa guessed. "Something wrong?"

"No—" To change the subject, she looked around their surroundings. "Where… Where are we?"

Xavier has… hidden compartments in the ground for the faculty—the X-Men," he corrected himself, "to take planes of their own design up to go… well, to go fight anything that would endanger the school. They must have already left."

Elsa glanced around the "compartment" again. It was certainly much bigger than a compartment, she realized, her eyes widening. Lights above them shone white light onto the dull, gray interior. The space felt wide enough to fit the school into. Beneath her feet was a large white "H" surrounded by a circle, standing out against the gray floor, walls, and ceiling.

Elsa felt unusually small, and she stood up, tempted to call out into the space. She felt surprised that she didn't break her legs from the impact, though for a while, it felt like she had. She looked up to the now closed ceiling of the space. A definitive longer line lined the ceiling, where she felt positive the lawn of the school was on the other side.

"Why do you think it opened, d'you think?" she asked.

Blake shrugged. "Maybe it has an emergency sensor."

She looked at him, blankly. "I don't know. Maybe Xavier knew…" Xavier would never look into the thoughts of other people without their permission of course, but he could get the feeling, she guessed. "What about the other students?"

"There are other tunnels," he said, nonchalantly. "What does it matter, though?"

Elsa felt herself tense up. "It matters a lot. Bobby and Rogue…"

Blake's eyes flashed. "Bobby and Rogue, huh? Those two are all you ever talk about." His tone didn't suggest anything friendly.

Elsa felt so tempted to slap him open palmed across the face. "You could at least pretend you like other people."

"Oh? You don't like me, then?"

Elsa had never felt so rude in her life, but he deserved this. She pressed on, her face heated. "Don't treat our friendships like they're a bad thing. Is that really all you can think about, right now? We have no idea where Logan is." She felt her heart shudder in her chest. Logan was gone. The only authority figure she knew. Even being a queen had its limitations.

Blake watched her facial expressions closely. "You like Bobby, don't you?"

"Clearly, that's none of your business. It's not relevant right now." She stood, her chest puffed out. A door on the side of the room. An exit. She felt both thrilled and frightened. Whatever was beyond that door could mean either life or death. She was dead if she stayed here, anyway.

"Are you leaving me again?" his voice lazily droned from behind her.

"Are you leaving yourself open again?"

"I saved your life," he reminded her, his voice lithe with snakes.

"No, you pushed me down a twelve feet chasm with no way to find Logan," she said, bitterly. Her back still turned to him, she made her way to the door. She wouldn't bow down to him, not now.

With an exaggerated sigh, Elsa heard Blake stand. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and hit him, but she kept walking toward the exit, her sneakers making silent taps on the floor. She stopped before the door, watching it, nervously. She took this moment to look back at Blake. Despite his horrible attitude, she couldn't just leave him behind. He stood behind her, his posture lazy, laid back. His face clearly portrayed an exaggerated, "I don't care" expression, but underneath his placid features, annoyance was clearly written there.

Elsa did feel guilty about leaving him behind. The look on his face seemed to hit it home how much he did for her, but he was rubbing it in her face. She scowled and turned back to the door, her fingers curling around the knob. She shut her eyes and turned the knob.

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