"Queen Elsa," Pabbie begins speaking, "this is a surprise. What brings you to the Valley of the Living Rock?"
"I need your help," Elsa responds with urgency, her troubled eyes locked with the elder troll's own eyes. Right then, I have one of the strongest attacks I've had since they started, grunting out a pained cry as I'm forced to double over, losing my balance atop the horse. Elsa whirls around at lightning speed, barely catching me as I fall off the horse and into her open arms. "Kendra!" She fearfully steps back so my legs can be pulled free of the horse, barely able to keep me from dropping to the ground as she supports my full weight in her slender arms.
Pabbie takes a few quick steps to our side as Elsa carefully lowers us to the ground, clinging to me as I remain weak in her arms, eyes half open with my energy sapped, breathing weak and shallow. "Oh dear, it's worse than I thought." Pabbie locks his eyes with Elsa's, a look of deep knowing in his wise gaze. "I can sense something strange inside her, and I can sense that she is the one who is destined to save us from the new evil that is threatening to overtake us all." Elsa swallows hard, giving Pabbie a shaky nod, snowflakes starting to dot the air with her emotions.
"Don't worry, Elsa," Pabbie places a hand on her shoulder to reassure her, "I'll see what I can do." She nods again, trembling with worry as he removes his hand from her shoulder, and watches as he places his other hand on my head. His hand starts to lightly glow, and I immediately start to feel odd inside as he reaches into my subconscious.
Elsa watches worriedly as the seconds tick by, his face showing deep concentration, sometimes other emotions flickering across his stony visage. She keeps glancing down at my now closed eyes, swallowing down another lump in her throat as the silence drags on, far too long for her liking.
After what feels like an agonizing span of eternity to the young queen, Pabbie finally sighs heavily, removing his hand from my head as his face shows what appears to be exasperation. Elsa feels her breath catch, worried what he found inside my mind and soul, but he actually catches her off guard when he smiles at her.
"She truly is the chosen one. Her vast amount of love, and her destiny in this world, is finally manifesting itself in her own form of magic." He chuckles as Elsa gapes at his words, "Yes, she is developing magical powers of her own, though only in this world can they be used. What is happening to her is her magic is revealing itself, though against her will, which is why she has no control over it, because it has yet to be fully unlocked, nor does she yet know the control required."
Pabbie starts to move his glowing hands, conjuring up glowing silhouettes in the air. The one in the middle is obviously Elsa, the images depicting her life of isolation, until she is saved by Anna's sacrifice, opening her eyes to the key to her powers: love. "Much like how you learned to control your magic," the figures then turn into myself, Elsa, and some hooded, red silhouettes, "she must learn to accept and control hers. Otherwise," the red 'enemy' is shown overpowering myself and Elsa, myself falling first, then Elsa using her powers in vain to stop them, "her presence here will be useless, and we will all be doomed to fail, no matter what attempts are made to stop the dark forces." In a red flash, the magic figures converge into one shape and then dissipate into thin air.
Elsa clings tighter to me, finally finding her voice as she returns her gaze to the wise troll. "So what can we do to prepare her? Please, she must be protected, and Arendelle saved! No, all of our worlds must be saved, hers included!"
"There is a way," Pabbie responds. "I will have to unlock her powers myself, and then see if I can teach her how to control them. The rest, will have to be left to her, with your guidance, Elsa." He places his hand back on my head, then places the other directly over my heart. Both hands start to glow a deep blue, and the troll gives Elsa a fair warning. "You might want to hold her tight."
"I what?"
Elsa barely get her words out before Pabbie starts to hum a very low, inaudible melody. I immediately flinch in her arms, and have a full body spasm, forcing her to grip me tightly to her, restraining me in place as I start trying to flail under the troll's magical touch. Some nearby trolls help by grabbing my legs, preventing me from kicking them all over the place, as my eyes fly open, the dark green, hazel color of my irises now glowing slightly, my voice locked in my throat as I feel Pabbie's magic doing all kinds of strange things to me.
Elsa can barely hear the troll's humming, but can tell when he changes the tone, because my face scrunches up in agony as I tense up, trying again to flail, mouth open in a silent scream before I clamp it shut, clenching my jaws and grunting out a rough growl of discomfort. I can feel my friend's grip around me tighten even more, her heartbeat pounding in my ears, her body feeling more and more frigid wherever we're making physical contact, snowflakes scattering in the air with a light blowing wind.
Pabbie yet again moves to the next phase of his spell, reaching deeper in my subconscious, this time eliciting a deep gasp from me, as if just now able to breathe again after minutes without air, and then one heck of a scream as I feel something change inside of me. Elsa flinches at the volume of my cry, unaware of the quiet sob that escapes from her own lips, silent tears trailing down her face.
My head feels like it's about to explode, my heart is screaming with an inexplicable pain, both burning as hot as a fire, and stinging like a subzero artic wind. Pabbie's strange magical melody reaches its finale as I feel like something is being tightly gripped, while also being loosened, dragged to the surface, and spreading all throughout my entire body. Elsa feels freezing to the touch, and I can feel ice spreading on the outside of my clothes. It's only then that I notice her trembling with quiet sobs, and feel the wind swirling around us. It's not much, but it's enough to where she's unable to hold her emotions back.
Finally, Pabbie's humming drags out its final note, and his hands stop glowing. All goes quiet as he finishes his spell, pulling his hands away from my exhausted body as the other trolls release my legs and back away. Elsa leans her head against mine as she hugs me to her, her tears dripping silently onto my face as I breathe slowly, yet heavily. I'm absolutely exhausted, unable to even move a finger or wiggle a toe, barely even able to catch my breath. Elsa's able to rein her emotions in quickly, ridding the effects of her magic from the air and my clothes, wiping the tears from her face with her hand, and then wiping them from my face, before leaning her head against mine again.
"I'm impressed," Pabbie finally speaks. "The amount of love, and the magic she is capable of, is even stronger than I was able to sense before, stronger than I could've ever imagined it to be." The old troll has a very impressed smile on his face as he places one hand on Elsa's shoulder, and one on mine. "You two deserve a reprieve before returning to the castle. I can tell you're both taxed to your limits on varying levels."
Elsa lifts her still teary gaze to look into Pabbie's eyes. "Thank you so much Pabbie…for finding out what was going on, and what we must do now…"
He gives the queen's shoulder a gentle squeeze, smiling warmly. "It's my pleasure, young Elsa." He then turns his warm gaze to me, my barely cracked eyes locked onto the glowing crystals around the troll's neck. "My dear Kendra, I wish you all the best of luck at honing your new skills, and saving us all from the Aesir. You have our blessing, and should you ever need us, the trolls will give you our support."
My lips twitch slightly, barely curving into a weak, tiny smile, as I try to find my voice. I'm barely able to wheeze out a simple "Thank…you…" before everything quickly fades to black, my eyes closing as I slip into unconsciousness.