Unlimited
A FrozenxWicked Crossover Fan Fiction
Part Two:
Struggle
Author's Note: Best read if you listen to For the First Time in Forever (reprise) from Frozen and No Good Deed from Wicked first.
"Let all of Oz be agreed: I'm wicked through and through! If I cannot succeed, Fiyero, saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again... EVER again. No good deed will I do again!"
"Oh, I'm such a fool. I can't be free! No escape from the storm inside me... I can't control the curse! Anna, please, you'll only make it worse! There's so much fear. You're not safe here! No... I CAN'T."
On the floor of her dark, castle fortress, Elphaba laid curled up in a miserable ball. Her chest was wracked with sobs as she clutched the spell book to it like a lifeline. Fiyero was gone... He saved her, but now he was gone. Nessa... Doctor Dillamond...
But underneath the sadness was a deep-seated anger and hatred for the wizard, indeed, all of Oz was about to face her wrath over the coming years.
"My lady?"
Elphaba looked up quickly to see Chistery, the head of the flying monkeys. Hastily wiping away tears, the wicked witch of the west stood and straightened her clothes. "Chistery," she began, her voice gaining a cruel, imperious tone. If she was the wicked witch to terrify Oz, she was going to play her part to the very best of her ability. "Chistery, I'm done playing softball. Take your flying monkeys to Shiz and ensure that they regret every snide little comment they made about me. I'll follow shortly."
"Yes, my lady." Chistery bowed and turned to leave.
"Oh, and another thing." Elphaba added, and Chistery turned back to her. "No more of this 'my lady' nonsense. 'Your wickedness' should do nicely." Maybe that was laying it on a little thick, but she honestly didn't care anymore.
Chistery bowed once more. He knew the pain through which Elphaba had gone through. Without Glinda, she often turned to him to provide her with an ear and a word of comfort. He had known this was coming for a while. "Yes, your wickedness."
After the door slammed shut behind Chistery, angry tears began to fall once again from the eyes of the "wicked" witch.
"Elphaba."
Elphaba spun around and was surprised to once again see the swirling green vortex hanging in the air above the floor. It had been months since she had met Elsa, the queen of Arendelle, but she remembered and she worried.
Holding out a hand, she silently summoned her broom and approached the portal allowing herself to be sucked in once again.
"I'm not leaving without you, Elsa!"
The pain in Elsa's heart stabbed at her like daggers. "Yes... You are." She didn't even know what she was doing when she blasted the snow beneath her with her powers. All she wanted was for Anna to leave. For her to be safe. From the swirling snow, Elsa looked up in fear as her creation rose up in bulk before her.
A huge snowmonster rose from the floor, almost filling the room.
"Please don't hurt her..." she whispered desperately, knowing that she had no way of stopping the monster she created.
"Of course not, Elsa."
The voice was low in her mind, but she looked up at the giant and knew that he had heard her.
"Just keep her away."
Picking up Anna, the stranger, and Olaf, the giant snowman carried them out, leaving Elsa on her own and in agony.
Elsa fell to her knees with her hand covering her head, as if trying to block out the images of Arendelle covered in snow in the middle of what had been a beautiful summer… And Anna. What had she done? Anna had seemed fine, unlike when they were kids and she fell unconscious, but still Elsa felt sick to her stomach. She really was a monster.
Suddenly the balcony looked very inviting. Wiping away tears, she stood and contemplated a solution. If she died, would the winter end? Wouldn't everyone be safer that way, if she wasn't around to hurt anyone anymore? The idea seemed plausible to her. A little too perfect.
No one wants a monster to be their queen.
"Elsa."
Suicide flew from her thoughts as Elsa turned to observe the reappearance of the swirling, green portal. She had nearly forgotten. Granted, the portal only had appeared that morning, but so much had occupied her mind since then... The strange, green woman, Elphaba, seemed like little more than a dream.
She looked back at the room and the doorway where Anna had forcibly taken her exit, then turned back to the portal. Being lost in the strange world at the end of the portal was the least of her worries now.
Stepping into the pull of the portal, she didn't fight as she was taken into the vortex.
The second time around, the portal wasn't nearly as scary as the first time... maybe because they both knew the other woman would be there.
As Elsa traveled through the portal, she was more calm than she thought she had ever been. When she saw the black shape with the pointed hat on the broom once again, she didn't hesitate to get on as well behind Elphaba and wrapped her arms around her waist.
Feeling her presence, Elphaba turned her head slightly to view Elsa out of the corner of her eye. With one cheek pressed against the rough, black fabric of Elphaba's clothes, she looked in a bad state. Almost like she had given up. What had the past several months been like for her?
With as little warning as the last time, the portal ended, bucking the two women off of the broom and landing them in the field, but this time there were no flowers. Instead of the many colored flora, there was dead, yellow grass that crunched when they landed.
After a few moments on the ground to recover from the portal trip, Elphaba stood and began to brush off the prickly grass from her front and backside.
It took Elsa a little longer to recover, having to drag herself up like she was pulling on a string attached to the top of her head. Even then, once she stood, she sat right back down in the dead grass. Her legs felt like they had been molded with gelatin.
Elphaba's declaration of her own wickedness began to fade in the presence of the meadow and the queen. Sitting next to Elsa, she brought her knees up to her chest and held them there.
"So life's pretty great, huh?" Elphaba muttered, her voice cracking.
Tears began to steam down Elsa's face. "Fantastic..." She paused for a moment, trying to gather herself so she wouldn't start bawling. "What makes yours so great?"
Elphaba let out a half amused 'hmph'. "My sister is dead. My lover is probably dead. I have come to be referred to as the Wicked Witch of the West, and I'm done trying to tell them otherwise."
"Oh, I'm so sorry..." Elsa whispered, not raising her eyes from the ground.
"What about you?"
Elsa bit her lip. "I... I froze summer and had to make Anna leave because she wasn't safe with me..."
Elphaba began to nod empathetically, but stopped quickly to look at Elsa. "Wait, what?"
"Anna is my sister..." Elsa began to explain.
"No, the first part!"
Elsa looked at Elphaba, with a raised eyebrow. Does she really want her to repeat it? "I... I froze summer..."
"Sweet mother of Oz!" Elphaba exclaimed, grabbing her forehead and looking at Elsa in awe. "That's incredible! How did you do that?!"
The look on Elsa's face was a mixture of frustration, amusement, sadness, and 'are you insane?!' all at once, and it kind of scared Elphaba, but in any case, she felt the need to continue. "I mean, yeah, it sucks that you froze summer, but that's powerful. I can't do anything like that..." Elsa continued to give the emotional conglomeration glare. "I mean... If you think about it, if you're powerful enough to do it, it's not too terribly far-fetched to believe that you can undo it."
Elsa sighed and started picking at the grass and freezing the blades individually and systematically. "Having the ability to do something and being able to do it are two very different things..." She stopped picking at the grass as all of the blades within reach were already frozen. "If I can't even keep myself from freezing things on accident, how can I unfreeze them?"
Elphaba opened her mouth to respond, but realized that she kind of had a point. She could feel frustration building in her chest. "At least you have your sister."
"Were you paying any attention at all?!" Elsa's face flushed with anger. "My sister is in danger every time we're even in the same room together! Because of me. Because she tries so hard to be a good sister when I... I can't."
"How is she in danger?" Elphaba demanded. "I'm pretty sure that you'd have to try pretty damn hard to kill someone with snow."
"You have no idea." Elsa muttered, but Elphaba continued.
"I on the other hand, if anyone even pities me they get arrested by the wizard's goons. And if they try to help me..." Elphaba's voice trailed off as she stared off into the distance. "They... They don't even live long enough for me to thank them."
"At least you don't have to worry about wielding the sword that killed them!" the queen snapped.
Elphaba looked down at the grass when she felt cold begin to soak through her clothes. It was completely frozen over. "OI. Would you quit it with the freezing thing?!" Elphaba exclaimed, standing. She didn't even think about the wisdom of her words.
Elsa stood quickly too; her eyes darkened as she glared dangerously at the green witch. "I would if I could," Elsa began, her voice loaded with a sickening, mock sweetness. "But I can't..." her voice grew ever darker. "So I won't."
An icy blast of wind and snow seemed to explode out of Elsa, knocking Elphaba back several feet and glazing over the entire meadow with a thick, white layer of ice.
Wiping away the snow that now covered her face (there was more that covered her entire front), Elphaba stomped angrily toward Elsa, rolling up her sleeves. "Do you wanna go?! Your majesty?!"
"Elsa."
"Elphaba."
Elsa was the first to see the portal reappear. Elphaba turned and saw it as well, before glaring back at Elsa. "After you, your majesty," she said sarcastically with a curtsy.
Elsa eyed the portal warily, as angry as she was with Elsa, she still didn't want to return to Arendelle. With a sigh, she practically jumped into the portal. Might as well get it over with. Elphaba went shortly behind.
Author's Note: Well that escalated quickly.