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All right here you all go! The first real chapter of Papa's Snowflake, hope you all enjoy, I put a lot of effort into this chapter.
Papa's Snowflake
Chapter 1: Atlantis
(Elsa's POV)
BANG!
Since her eyes had been closed Elsa had failed to see the giant glass window in front of her when she ran into the tear. Elsa fell backwards with a yelp of pain, which became a groan when she realized she had fallen onto the hard floor of the room she had entered. She rubbed the front of her head with her hand in an attempt to relieve the small headache her rash action had caused.
Once the pain had resided, Elsa opened her eyes and gasped in amazement at what she saw.
Elsa saw the same strange tower/buildings she saw from the tear. All of them glittering with lights and bright, moving signs. They were all huge, many times larger than any of the castle's towers. There were even some that were connected by strange glass tubes. But it was not the buildings or the lights that grabbed her attention.
The buildings were underwater. She was beneath the SEA!
'Atlantis!' she thought. 'I've traveled to the lost city of Atlantis!'
One of the many books her mother had given her to read was about a magical city deep beneath the ocean, full of wonders and riches. The lost city of Atlantis.
And now Elsa was in this once thought mythical city, looking out into the ocean with a huge smile adorning her face.
She saw schools of fish, reefs, sharks, a giant blue whale and a menagerie of other deep-sea wonders she never knew existed. Elsa felt like she could look at this amazing sight for hours.
Then she realized the buzzing sound had stopped.
Elsa looked behind her to see the tear that she ran through, only to find that it had vanished.
Panic soon gripped the young girl as she realized the shortsightedness of her plan.
"No, no, no, no" she kept repeating to herself as ran to where it once was.
'What have I done!?' she thought franticly.
She had not left any indication that she had left, nor had she brought any supplies. Everyone must be worried sick. Her parents no doubt would have sent guards to scour the lands for her and poor Anna would probably be crying her eyes out.
But then she realized the worst thing. She was all alone in a mythical underwater city.
Elsa soon found herself terrified by this aspect, unaware of the ice forming underneath her feet gradually growing over the rest of the floor and walls as her feelings of anxiety grew. She fell down on her knees and began to cry as the full weight of her actions was brought down on her.
She had marooned herself in an underwater city with no way to return home.
She sat and cried into her hands as she laid on the ice covered floor for what felt like hours until she finally noticed she was causing ice to spread throughout the entire room.
A majority of the stone floor now resembled an ice-covered pond, and the massive window she had used to look out into the watery world outside was now covered in spiky frost patterns. The walls were experiencing a fate similar to the window as frost and ice slowly climbed up them to reach the ceiling above.
A quick gasp of shock escaped Elsa when she realized her powers had escaped her already meager control before she attempted to rectify her error.
Taking a deep breath, Elsa slowly began reciting one of the many phrases her parents and instilled upon her in hopes it would help her control the powers she wielded.
"Calm yourself. Control yourself." She repeated this phrase over and over as if the words themselves could thaw the ice.
Soon, Elsa was able to halt the ices advance and allowed herself a sigh of relief.
Now feeling sufficiently calm Elsa slowly rose from the floor and looked around at the room she had been crying in.
'If I'm going to be trapped here,' she thought with a small sniffle. 'I suppose I should take a look around my new home.'
As Elsa walked out of the now frozen room, she took in the strange architecture of the building she was in. It was made almost solely with stone, with strange pillars adorning the sides of the rooms she passed and entered. The floor was covered with a large red rug similar to the ones inside her castle. Above her she noticed strange lights that seemed to be embedded in the stone, and were far brighter than candle lights.
Elsa then remembered how large the buildings outside were compared to the castle of Arendelle. She was still amazed how structures so tall could exist. They were each easily the size of a small mountain; she began to wonder how someone could create such gargantuan towers all while they were underwater.
'Maybe they used magic to build them.'
Yes. It all made sense now. The people of Atlantis must have undoubtedly built this massive city with magic. How else could they have built underwater? It would also explain the ceiling lights and glowing signs she saw: they were all without a-doubt magic spells cast by the denizens of this place.
Elsa's eyes suddenly widen with hope upon this thought. If these people used magic, maybe they could teach her how to control her own.
The very thought of being in control of her powers brought a hopeful smile to the princess's face; yes she could see it now.
They would teach her how to control the ice; she would be able to play with others without fear of hurting them, and she would no longer have to wear the gloves.
Her happy thoughts were brought to a halt when she heard a commotion coming from up ahead.
Wearily, Elsa slowly approached the source of the noise. It was coming from behind a door on the right side of the hall she was in. She slowly neared the door and very carefully, opened the door wide enough for to peek in.
She stifled a gasp at the sight before her.
A little girl, (about Elsa's own age) was being restrained by skinny looking man in a dirty white collared shirt and tan pants. The girl had brown hair tied into two little pigtails,(similar to how her sister wore them). She was also wearing a pink, sleeveless dress with puffs on the shoulders, as well as black shoes similar to the ones Elsa was wearing.
The man's face reminded Elsa of a mouse or rat. His ears were big and his eyes were beady. He had brown hair also, but his was short and parted down the middle.
He was holding the girl by her wrist as she struggled to try and free herself from his grasp.
The man was talking into something while the girl continued her struggle. He stopped talking for a second and shook the girl violently. "Quit squirming ya damn brat!" he yelled, before returning to talking into the strange device in his other hand.
"Sorry 'bout that, the girl's just nervous is all." He resumed, "so I'll drop her off at the orphanage in an hour or two." He paused, listening for a reply. "Uh huh, ok great, thanks for your help. You have nice night too." He put the device on a little stand and returned his attention to the girl desperately trying to free herself.
Elsa felt terrified for this little girl. She had to help her, so without thinking Elsa stomped her foot on the ground. This caused a sheet of ice to shoot out on the floor towards the rat-faced man. He suddenly lost his balance as slippery ice replaced the stone floor beneath his feet.
The man fell with a startled yell, still holding on to the girl's wrist. The girl was able to somehow keep her balance and prevent herself from falling down with the man.
She saw her chance at freedom and in act of desperation; the little girl bit the man's hand. Hard.
He instinctively let go of her wrist with a scream of pain as blood started to trickle out of his hand.
Elsa then ran up to the girl and grabbed her hand.
"Come on, we need to get out of here!" she told the girl. Obviously surprised and panicked by the series of events that taken place the little girl could only nod in silent agreement.
With the other girl in tow, Elsa made a break for the door.
ZAP!
Elsa screamed in pain and shock as electricity coursed through her small body. She fell down, convulsing from the electrocution that had so suddenly appeared.
The little girl was kneeling at her side, looking franticly for a way she could help her rescuer. But all she could do was watch as the pain slowly caused Elsa to lose conciseness.
Before she closed her eyes however, Elsa saw the rat-faced man. His face was red with rage and his beady little eyes bore into both of the girls. But Elsa was not paying attention to the man's face; she was looking at his bleeding hand.
It was covered in what looked like miniature lighting bolts.
'I was right.' She thought as darkness began to fill her eyes. 'They do have magic…'
And with that Elsa's vision blacked out.
(Eleanor Lamb's POV)
Eleanor was confused and terrified by what was going on around her.
She had snuck away from Aunt Gracey to confront the man who she knew was responsible for her mummy being sent away. The man who was now using her mummy's private property to throw wild parties day and night. He had even taken all her money and was now wasting it on drugs, alcohol, and the kind of company children stay away from.
The man named Stanley Poole.
Eleanor's plan was simple; she would go up to Mr. Poole and tell him if he didn't stop being bad she would tell all her mummy's friends that he was the reason mummy was taken away.
She figured he would be so scared he would immediately stop his devious parties and hobbies and she wouldn't need to worry about him anymore.
What Eleanor failed to realize however, was that this plan only works on children.
Once she had told Stanley what she would do everything went south for Eleanor.
Stanley grabbed Eleanor's wrist so she wouldn't run away from him as he started talking with someone on the telephone about her.
Eleanor tried with all her might to get free but the lanky, little man had a firm grip on her and wouldn't let go.
Once he hung up the phone something startling happened.
He slipped and fell down.
Eleanor had been able to stay standing when he fell over, but he still had his hand around her tiny wrist. Too confused to see what had made him slip and desperate for escape, Eleanor bit down on Stanley's hand as hard as she could.
Shouting out in pain, Stanley released Eleanor to cradle is now bleeding hand.
Then a girl came running into the room. She looked about Eleanor's age and was wearing a long sleeved blue dress/coat. Her hair was a platinum color and her eyes were ice blue. Her skin seemed so pale it looked like snow.
She ran up to Eleanor and grabbed her with a glove-covered hand.
"Come on, we need to get out of here!" The pale girl said. Too panicked and confused to refuse, Eleanor simply nodded her head in agreement.
They were almost out the door when her savior let out a shriek of pain and surprise as a lighting bolt struck her.
Eleanor watched in horror as the girl began twitching sporadically before falling down onto the floor.
Eleanor rushed to her side. She tried to reach out and help her but electricity still danced around her convulsing body, causing Eleanor to retract her hand out of fear of sharing the same fate.
Eleanor was at a loss as to what she should do as she franticly cried out to the girl who had tried to save her.
"Come here!" a voice form behind shouted. Eleanor realized it was Stanley Poole but it was too late for her to run away as he once again took hold of her wrist.
"You're real lucky I don't kill kids, kid. Otherwise I'd a shot her instead." Stanley growled at Eleanor as terror began to seize her young body once more.
"Now, you two little urchins and I are gonna go on a little trip to Siren's Alley. Where your gonna spend the rest of your booger-pickin lives in an orphanage!" He practically yelled at her and the unconscious girl at his feet.
Grabbing the blonde haired girl, he began to drag Eleanor out of the room towards where the bathyspheres were docked. He paid little mind to the stares he got from several of the partygoers he passed on his way there.
Once they got in, the bathysphere took the journalist and his two young prisoners to the once proud artisan retreat known as Siren's Alley.
Eleanor had little time to admire the place, as she was dragged along by Poole towards the Little Sister's Orphanage that resided here.
They entered the building and walked up to the receptionist's desk in the center of the lobby.
The woman at the desk smiled at Poole and welcomed him. "Welcome sir, to the Little Sister's Orphanage. Are you the one who called us over the phone earlier?" She asked him, eyeing Eleanor and the girl dangling limply in his other arm.
"Yeah, that was me." He said, "I need you to take in these to girls for me, I just can't take care of them on my own anymore." He pleaded with fake despair clear in his voice.
The woman looked uncertain before responding. "Um, we thought you were dropping off one girl, not two."
He looked down at the girl in his right arm. "Oh," he began. "I-I found her on the way here. She was curled up in the streets asleep. I couldn't just leave her there, so I decided to take her here, so she'd be taken care of." He lied, putting on a face of pity as he looked down at the girl he had electrocuted into unconsciousness.
Eleanor glared at the man for lying about what he was doing. She tried to speak out but before she could the two adults had already started talking again.
"While that is very kind of you sir, I'm afraid we only have enough to pay you for one of the girls since we thought you were only bringing one." She replied to his fabricated tale of good will. Glancing towards the platinum blonde girl with pity in her eyes.
Stanley looked annoyed by this turn of events but quickly hid it.
"Th- that's fine," he told her. "I'll just, uh, take the cash for the one I told you I'd bring and you can have this one," he indicated as he shrugged the arm holding the other girl, "free of charge."
"Very well sir." The woman then pushed a button on her desk and spoke into the intercom.
"James," her voice echoed through the halls of the orphanage. "James Bramby, please report to the lobby." She lifted her finger off the button and waited for the man she called to arrive.
They didn't wait long. Not even a minute after announcing it, a large, bald man entered from the hallway to left, his heavy footsteps heralding his approach.
"You called Margret?" He spoke with a harsh scratchy voice.
Margret nodded, "these two girls have just been admitted to our care." She told him, "Could be so kind as to take them and… introduce them to the rest of the staff?" She asked with a suspicious sounding tone.
James nodded his head, "no problem." He went up to Stanley and took the girls from him. He took Eleanor's free hand in his large, mutton sized fists and with other hand, brought the knocked out girl to his chest. Cradling her like an infant in his giant arms.
Eleanor was too tired to resist at this point and willfully followed the large man into the orphanage.
She could barely make out what Stanley Poole and the receptionist Margret were discussing as they moved further and further into the building.
Then, after what felt like hours of constant walking, they reached their unknown destination.
Eleanor looked around the room they had entered. Unlike the halls outside the room they now stood in, the walls were not covered in childish doodles. They were all clean and white.
But what soon caught her attention were the two tables in the middle of the room.
Both flanked by a man in a doctor outfit.
"Thank you James please place them on the tables." The man near the right table asked.
"Sure doc," was James' only reply as he placed the blonde girl on the left table and Eleanor on the right table.
Eleanor began struggling again but was quickly restrained by leather straps that were tied onto the table.
"Thank you James you can take your leave now." Said the same doctor as he made a little shooing motion with his hand.
James just looked at him for a second before walking away.
"Right then, time to get to work." He stated once James had left and the doors to the room closed.
Eleanor was scared. What were these people going to do to them? Was she going to die here? The confusion and despair caused by the day's events caused the 7-year old girl to cry in fear.
The doctor noticed this and as he and other one placed strange masks on both girls' faces he quietly reassured Eleanor.
"Shhh, shhh," he began, "do not worry little one. When you and your friend wake up everything will be all better." He told her as the anesthesia began to take its effect on the young girl.
Before she passed out, all she could see was a blurry, wriggling blob.
And then the little girl fell into darkness.
And here you all go, chapter 1! This took me a while to write but I finally finished it. I now must start working on chapter 2 of Papa's Snowflake but it might be awhile before I can post it. Thank you all for your patience.
DeadRich18 out!