(A/N: Well this took a while but i hope you enjoy it. I would've made it in one part but it started to drag on and on. Anyway, enjoy and please review!)
Ch.3: Cold Hearted Part: 1
Arendelle, years ago…
It was a very distressing evening for the King and Queen of Arendelle.
The King and Queen were currently in the library puzzling and pondering on to how they can help their daughter. When they had children, the king and queen were overjoyed. But they began to worry when Elsa began to display her magic. The two promised each other that they would do all that they can for their children to ensure that they would have a normal, happy life that every child deserves.
But as the years went on, Elsa's powers grew stronger and stronger to the point where they started to slip out at random.
There were a few small incidents but nobody was harmed. Then there were two incidents where it was really close.
Earlier that afternoon, the family was out for an afternoon ride and Elsa almost caused her sister and her mother harm with an accidental blast of ice that coated part of the road with a thick sheet of fresh ice, which sent them sliding down the road and almost down a treacherous drop.
The king was pacing back and forth by the fireplace, his thoughts racing around like racehorses. His wife, Gerda was searching through every book they had in their library and so far they weren't able to find anything useful to help them with Elsa's powers.
She snapped the book shut with a sigh "Rules that one out"
"What can we do?" muttered the king "We've tried everything we can"
"Not everything" corrected Gerda. She pattered an aged volume that sat on the table.
Her husband shook her head "No, no we can't do that. Not yet at least. There has to be something we can do before we resort to that".
The two monarchs pondered for a moment but both came up with blanks. Gerda saw her husband sink into one of the armchairs near the table, looking drained.
She rose from her seat and she went to her husband's side. Taking her husband's hand in hers, Gerda assured him "There has to be a way to help Elsa, we can't give up, Alfonse"
"But how?" asked the king "we have no idea of how her powers work. In fact, we have no idea how magic works"
Gerda smiled a little "Comes with being a parent I suppose". Alfonse chuckled a little bit.
This wasn't exactly what he expected when they were planning on having a family but he just had to bear with it for the sake of his children. He looked at his wife and smiled warmly "I suppose so".
A thought popped into his head. The king looked at his wife "Gerda, I know this may seem mad, but I'm afraid we might have another option" the queen looked at him in confusion for a moment. Then she realized what her husband was thinking of and it made her face go pale.
She said firmly "Alfonse, we can't"
"It might be our only chance," said her husband.
Gerda shook her head "No. Alfonse…I want to help our daughter, but we can't even begin to consider that. It's dangerous. Who knows what will happen if we let her out".
Alfonse shrugged "What else can we do? Our other option is only a legend and I'm not sure if it's a credible one" Gerda opened her mouth but nothing came out.
She was beside herself. She wanted to say something, anything that would change Alfonse's mind. She wanted desperately for her daughter to not go through the same suffering that she went through all those years ago. But her mind was blank. They've tried everything possible and it all seemed hopeless, however Gerda remains adamant. Letting her out would more than likely end in catastrophe.
Who knows what years of imprisonment has done to her, especially since Gerda was the put her in that predicament in the first place.
There was nothing but silence between them and the soft crackle of fire in the fireplace. However, there was a brief gust of cool air that rushed through the library and caused the candles and the flames in the fireplace to dim briefly. After the gust of air faded, the two monarchs heard a voice speak "Maybe I can be of service".
The two turned and saw a familiar face. Standing there at the edge of the light of the fire and the candles, half hidden in the shadows, was a woman with long blond hair that almost looked white, sparkling blue eyes and a warm smile. She wore dark purple dress that reminded Gerda of dried blood and wore a traveling cloak over her shoulders.
It was Genevieve, the witch they had consulted with years before. They were suspicious of her at first but they grew to trust her as time went on.
At their last meeting, she had said that she may have had a solution but that was a year and a half ago.
Now she stood there, looking exactly as she did when they met, while the monarch's were looking frayed by stress. Alphonse jumped to his feet "Genevieve!"
"Did you find something?" asked Gerda, hopefully.
The witch nodded "It took some time and some doing but I may have come up with a solution". She stepped towards the king and queen explaining, "You see, your daughter has a valuable gift"
"That's one way of putting it" muttered Alphonse. Gerda looked at her husband in shock then back to the witch, hoping that she didn't hear his comment and took offense.
Whether or not she heard him, the witch didn't show it. She continued, "It would be an shame to take them away"
"Can't you" asked Alphonse. The witch sighed in annoyance, "I could but it would be difficult and it won't be permanent." The king and queen looked at her with confusion written on their faces.
The witch explained quickly, "There is no guarantee that I can ultimately eliminate her magic. I could transfer it but even then it may not work" "Why not?" asked Gerda.
The blond woman shrugged "These powers are part of her, as much as her arms are a part of her. I could remove these powers but it might have unforeseen consequences that may make things worse".
Gerda and Alphonse looked at each other in worry. Alphonse scratched his chin and thought for a few moments. The king asked, "What about suppressing them?"
"It can work," said Genevieve "But I'm not sure how dear little Elsa would feel about losing her powers". Neither of the parents considered that Elsa thought of her abilities as a gift. They imagined the scenario in their heads. They both saw images of a sad, powerless Elsa who would withdraw from them or an Elsa who grew to hate them.
With that image in their minds, Gerda asked, "What else can we do? We just want our daughter to be happy"
Genevieve smiled "I do have a solution that would work out for all of us". She turned and waved to someone saying, "Come on, no need to fear. Come out here and meet the king and queen".
Alphonse and Gerda watched as from out of the shadows stepped a young man dressed in flowing blue robes. He carried a staff that resembled a shepherds crook. His hair was white as freshly fallen snow and his face was as pale as cream and his eyes were bluer than the sky. He stepped up beside the witch.
She placed a hand on the young man's shoulder saying, "My companion here can help teach your daughter all that there is to know about winter magic. He being the first and foremost expert on everything related to ice, he is the right man for the job"
"Oh stop" mumbled the young man bashfully.
Alphonse raised an eyebrow "Teach Elsa how to control her powers"
Genevieve nodded "Yes. If she can control her powers, she won't have anymore 'accidents'. She'll grow to be a great ruler and will do great things" she then shrugged "And will be able to ward off unwanted suitors, that's always a positive".
The king smiled a little bit at her joke. Gerda giggled a little then turned to Genevieve "Thank you, thank you very much"
"Its no problem" said the witch with a smile but then she started rooting around the pockets of her cloak "However…"
"I knew that there was a catch" murmured the king. Gerda shot her husband a look but Genevieve nodded "Yes. There always is to these deals". She withdrew a closed fist from her pocket "For this one, there had been some amendments to the deal, some small additions that you'll hardly notice. The price really is rather fair".
The king and queen stood there in silence, dreading what was to come. They had heard tales of magical deals, some were pleasant, others not so. The two stood there staring at the witch's closed fist that hid an object from their view. The witch held up her hand and revealed the object.
Sitting in the palm of her hand was an egg shaped pink colored stone that gleamed faintly in the light of the crackling fire.
Alphonse and Gerda looked at the stone in confusion, having no clue at what it is or its significance. Gerda looked up at the witch "What is it?"
At first the witch said nothing. Her face seemed to glow faintly in the light of the fire, making her look like a ghost. After a pause, the witch answered in a soft voice "Memories"
Arendelle Now…
Merida and friends arrived in Arendelle on a bright and clear afternoon. The small ship glided into the harbor past the larger and grander ships, which caused Merida to stare in awe. Before they reached the harbor, Hiccup tossed a spare sail over Toothless and told him to stay hidden, thinking that keeping Toothless hidden from the people of Arendelle would be a safe bet.
James guided the smaller ship into a place up to the dock. The trio disembarked their vessel.
They followed the crowd of finely dressed men and women who were disembarking their ships as well. The crowd made their way up the stone stairs from the docks towards the town and the grand palace.
Merida was glad to be back on solid land. Spending an entire day on a boat made her queasy and she threw up a few times. Hiccup helped her cope with the rocking of the waves while James just laughed.
The thief navigated their way to sea and to Arendelle. Through the course of their journey, Merida and Hiccup chatted but James kept to himself, usually working in silence and kept his eyes on the horizon ahead of them and behind of them. She tried to get him to talk once but he gave short and vague responses.
Regardless, James was keeping his end of the deal. He didn't attempt to kill the two in their sleep or try to throw them over board. So far, so good.
The trio found themselves in a bustling square where villagers and nobility alike were migrating toward the castle. The castle sat at the end of a long bridge with iron lampposts lining the sides. It was almost the same size as Castle DunBroch but the architecture made the castle look more elegant and refined.
Merida looked around at the masses moving toward the castle "Where are they going?" "It looks like their going to the castle" observed Hiccup.
James rolled his eyes "Thank you Sir Obvious" he noticed a woman and her young son walk by. He smiled "Watch this".
He strolled up to the woman and asked with a warm smile "Excuse me madam?" "Yes?" said the woman looking at James.
She paused and noticed that he was wearing a colorful jester costume but then turned her attention back to James "Where are all these people going to on such a beautiful afternoon?" asked the thief.
He gestured to Merida and Hiccup "My companions and I are new to this land and are a little lost".
The woman smiled "Oh, welcome to Arendelle" she pointed to the castle "Everyone is going to the castle for the coronation"
"Coronation?" asked Merida as she and Hiccup appeared by the thief's side.
The woman nodded "Yes, Princess Elsa is being crowned queen today. It's the first time in years since anybody has seen the princess and her sister. Today is the first time they're opening the gates".
James eyebrows rose "I see" he glanced sideways to his companions then back to the woman "Everyone is going to be there?" the woman nodded.
The thief bid farewell to the woman and the three moved through the current of people and hid themselves behind a line of market stalls and carts.
James rubbed his chin saying "Well this seems like an opportunity" "How so?" asked Merida.
The thief shrugged "I don't know, if we're going to find your friend I would first try this coronation thing. Everyone gathered together in one place, makes things easier"
"You think so?" she asked, sounding a little doubtful. James shrugged "Maybe. Its just an idea, unless you got a better one". Neither Hiccup or Merida said anything. They agreed to attend the coronation.
"You should probably change your clothes" suggested Hiccup.
James frowned "Why?" the Viking nodded to James' attire. The thief looked down at what he wore, "Oh…right" "And there's the smell" added Merida.
James looked offended but he lifted an arm and sniffed himself then his face twisted into a grimace "Fine, I don't need further convincing ".
After some time searching, James snatched some clothing from some lines hanging out to dry from the window of a house on the edge of the city.
Hiccup and Merida waited as James changed behind some bushes and trees. From that distance, they could see the castle and the crowds waiting anxiously outside the gates. After some waiting, the princess and the Viking heard James ask, "So…how do I look?" they turned and saw James.
He looked like an ordinary person. The thief wore a white shirt with plain green jacket, green trousers and kept his hair slicked back and tied in a ponytail. Merida had to admit, he looked a lot better now that he freshened up. Immediately she pushed those thoughts out of her mind.
Bells sounded in the direction from the castle and Hiccup saw the crowds began to move again. The coronation was starting soon. The thief slung his satchel over his shoulder saying, "Alright, lets get going".
The three reached the edge of the crowd and saw that they were starting to funnel into to the castle through the open gates.
Merida took a deep breath and began to hope that she was in the right place.
Meanwhile, Princess Elsa watched as the throngs of people enter the gates. Her heart thudded away in her chest, her stomach twisted into knots and she was on the verge of sweating. The big day had finally arrived and Elsa desperately wished that she were somewhere else.
No matter how many times she rehearsed the ceremony or told herself that she could do this, she felt absolutely unprepared.
The princess slipped on the gloves her father gave her muttering the mantra she told herself for years "Don't let them in, don't let them see. Conceal, don't feel…" she looked up and saw the portrait of her family staring down at her. Elsa sighed deeply, feeling the ache of loneliness and nostalgia in her heart.
"Are you ready?" asked a familiar voice.
Elsa jumped a little and she turned to see her godmother standing there "Aunt Genevieve, I didn't…" "I thought I'd surprise you by showing up for the coronation" said Genevieve with a grin.
Elsa rushed over and embraced her godmother, feeling overjoyed. It had been several years since she saw her godparent. Genevieve had visited the royal family frequently and always showered Elsa and Anna with gifts. But over the years, the visits grew sporadic and less frequent, eventually the visits stopped altogether. The last time Elsa saw her godmother was at her parents' funeral but the visit was brief and gloomy. Seeing her today was a real ray of happiness for Elsa.
Genevieve pulled away and said "Its so good to see you again"
"Same here" said Elsa with a grin then began asking questions rapidly "Where have you been? How are you?" her godmother held up a hand, chuckling "Slow down".
Genevieve shrugged "I'm Queen as well remember? I have business to attend to and lots of problems to take care of" she shook her head "Enough about me, what about you? Today's the day! You're going to be queen".
Elsa frowned and her shoulders slumped a little as she mumbled a response "Excited".
Her godmother noticed her lack of enthusiasm "What's wrong?"
Elsa sighed "I…I don't know if I can do this"
"Of course you can" said Genevieve, putting an assuring hand on Elsa's shoulder. She looked up at the portrait that Elsa was staring at a moment ago saying "Your parents wouldn't want you to be so glum on such a beautiful day. Its your day, you are going to be a wonderful queen"
"But what if I can't" said Elsa, worry creeping into her voice "what if I mess up or…or my powers…"
Genevieve looked Elsa in the eye and said gently "Don't worry about it. Stay calm, remember your teachings and do just as you rehearsed. I'll be there if you need me"
Elsa still wasn't fully convinced but she felt a little more confident now that Genevieve was there. Her godmother was there since Elsa and her sister were young. She knew about Elsa's powers and helped a little bit with trying to control them. Elsa's attention returned to the portrait. She missed those days, where everything was just perfect. Her family was together and happy, even with her powers. Back when she had better understanding and control over them.
Elsa said in almost a whisper "I miss them so much" "I know," said Genevieve softly.
Elsa's eyes closed and she felt a pang of sorrow. She missed them all so very much, her mother, her father, and her big brother, Jack.
The crowd was gathered in the outer courtyard and most of the nobility filed into a small wooden chapel on the castle grounds just outside the inner courtyard.
Merida scanned the crowd and saw no sign of the witch. Hiccup caught James trying to pick pocket a short, old man who had the face of a weasel who was escorted by two solemn men in red coats that reached down to their ankles. From then on, the Viking kept an especially close eye on the thief.
Then there was a cry "Look!" Merida turned her head and saw a precession make its way towards the chapel. Escorted by several guards and servants, Merida saw a slender, elegant woman glide through the crowd. She looked to be a year or two older than Merida and probably just an inch taller. She had platinum blond hair, pale features and she wore purple eyes shadow that complimented her blue eyes. She wore black and teal dress with a long purple cape trailing behind her.
Judging from her attire, the way she carried herself and from the people bowing, Merida deduced that she must be the princess. She glanced at the people accompanying her and her eyes widened. Following the princess was none other than Genevieve the Queen of the Witches.
The witch looked just as she remembered her, tall, blond and fair. She wore attire fitting for royalty; dressed entirely in blue silk with a high collar. The princess passed through the crowd and made her way to the chapel with her servants and the rest of the guests.
Merida started moving through the crowd towards the chapel, Hiccup noticed and he hurried after her, dragging James by the collar of his jacket.
As they raced to the chapel, James was almost knocked over by a young woman in green who was in a bigger rush than they were. She glanced over her shoulder and yelled "Sorry!"
The three managed to reach the chapel after the young woman in green and slip into the last row of pews.
The chapel, from the outside looked small but the inside was not what they expected. High arched ceilings, elegantly carved wood panels, stained glass windows allowing in warm sunlight. A choir sang a beautiful song in a foreign language that none of the group were familiar with.
Merida craned her neck, trying to find Genevieve. However, she noticed that the witch wasn't inside. She was standing outside, watching the coronation through a window.
Merida whispered to Hiccup "Stay here, I'll be back soon" "Where are you going?" asked Hiccup
"She's ditching us to get closer to the gorgeous hunk of man sitting in the front" said James, nodding to an auburn haired young man in white sitting one of rows closer to the front. The young man sat there with an older man resting his sleeping head on his shoulder.
Merida's eyes flashed with anger and she hissed at the thief "Shut it or I'll break your nose"
"Ooh, touchy" cooed James, leaning back into his seat pretending to be afraid. She rolled her eyes and quickly slipped out of the pew and went outside.
Merida went around the side of the chapel and found the witch standing outside staring in through one of the windows.
Before she could approach her or even call her name, Genevieve spoke "Merida, come join me for a moment". The princess obeyed and walked over to the witch's side, feeling a little embarrassed that she got caught with out the witch so much as batting an eye.
Genevieve turned to Merida and smiled "So, you've come to enjoy the coronation?" "No" said Merida.
The witch chuckled softly "Thought not".
Merida stopped and thought for a moment then asked, "What are you doing here?" "As I said in my letter, visiting my godchildren," answered Genevieve coolly.
She nodded toward the interior of the chapel "It's the older one's special day today. I thought I'd stop by and see this. Not every day that there's a coronation".
Merida looked into the window and saw the princess. She looked at the witch incredulously "The princess is your godchild?"
"Princesses" corrected Genevieve, pointing to the young woman in green standing by the princess. She looked different from the princess, having strawberry blond hair, freckles and turquoise blue eyes.
Merida noticed that, oddly, she had a streak of white in her hair.
Inside, the coronation was proceeding. The choir had finished their song and the princess proceeded to pick up the scepter and orb that the priest carried on a cushion but she stopped. The princess took off her gloves proceeded. Merida noticed that she looked absolutely petrified when she turned to face the crowd. She stood still as a statue before the packed chapel, looking like she was on the verge of fainting but once the priest finished his speech and named Elsa queen. She quickly placed the scepter and orb on the cushion then hastily slipped her gloves back on.
The assembled crowd in the chapel clapped loudly. Genevieve smiled and whispered "Good work".
She turned to Merida motioned her to follow. The witch led Merida away from the chapel towards a beautiful stone fountain in the middle of the courtyard. They passed a pair of soldiers in long green coats and tall hats and scattered groups of chattering villagers. As they passed the soldiers and villagers, they each humbly bowed as the witch passed by and offered the same greeting, "Your majesty".
She gave a warm smile and a polite nod of acknowledgement to each individual that they passed.
Once they reached the fountain Genevieve sat and motioned for Merida to join her. After they were seated, Genevieve asked "So what brings you to Arendelle?"
Merida told her everything. From the first dream to the last nightmare she had, explaining how horrible and realistic it all felt. The witch listened intently. Her face remained calm and placid like the surface of a serene lake. She frowned at some parts but remained, overall, pensive. Merida concluded her tale and waited for the witch's reply.
At first Genevieve didn't say anything, her eyes narrowed a little bit followed by her muttering something unintelligible to Merida.
The Witch Queen finally spoke "That is quite the conundrum. I believe I might have some answers for you. However, I don't think you'll like what I have to say" before Merida could say anything, to ask her questions or to thank her, bells began to ring out and she saw the chapel doors open and the crowd flooded out.
The princess saw Elsa exit the chapel, followed by her sister and a precession of guests and guards.
Automatically, Merida rose to her feet and tried to look for Hiccup and James. She looked down to ask the witch more but she saw Genevieve standing now and the witch leaned in and embraced her, and then she quickly whispered into the princess's ear "We'll discuss this further when we're somewhere more private. We are currently being observed".
Merida's heart skipped a beat. The witch pulled away, smiling as if nothing were wrong but her eyes scanned around her at the crowd of villagers as if she were expecting something dreadful to occur. She looked at Merida then she bid the princess farewell.
Genevieve walked toward her Godchildren and vanished into the crowd of people emerging from the chapel and those waiting in the courtyard.
Hiccup and James found Merida outside beside the stone fountain as she glanced around the courtyard in search of this observer but all she saw were cheering villagers, stoic guards and visiting dignitaries cheering for the newly crowned queen. Nothing out of the ordinary as far she saw.
Hiccup asked her what's wrong but Merida shrugged off his question. She told them what she found out and she related what the witch told her. "Looks like we're going to fancy dinner party" said James.
Later that evening at the castle, Merida, Hiccup and James marched up the front steps after a nobleman and his wife. The sky was filled with countless stars glittering like diamonds. The air was warm and filled with music, laughter and dance, inside and outside the castle. The kingdom was celebrating the crowning of their new queen.
The three whiled away the long boring hours tending to their ship and once the sun had hidden itself beyond the horizon and the sky had darkened enough, Hiccup let Toothless go out hunting on his own.
After, they began to follow the crowd of nobles into the castle for the party. The guards at the doors stopped the three for a moment and scrutinized them but Merida mentioned that Genevieve was expecting them. Instantly they were hurried inside and showered with quick apologizes.
Once inside, the three made their way down a long corridor toward the ballroom. The corridor was decorated with beautiful paintings, long blue runners that covered the polished wood floor.
The ballroom itself was spacious with a high arched ceiling that was supported by tall columns. Beautiful crystal chandeliers filled the room with warm light that matched the mood. People in full dress were dancing, laughing and chatting away. Servants navigated ballroom with trays of food and drink, offering them to patrons.
On one side of the hall was a small band playing lively folk music that wafted around the ballroom. The band finished its tune and the room was filled with scattered applause. Merida noticed the newly crowned queen standing before the assembled guests at the opposite end of the room in front of a high backed chair made of dark polished wood.
One of the servants was talking and it looked like the three had just caught the last little bit of his announcements "…And Princess Anna of Arendelle!" the girl in green stumbled into the ballroom at the far side of the room on their left. She was gently pushed up to join her sister Elsa standing at the front of the crowd. Anna protested but was ultimately ignored.
The two stood side by side and the crowd bowed and curtsied to the two and clapped. After, everyone in the room then began to converse and socialize.
Merida scanned the crowded ballroom for Genevieve but couldn't find the witch. Hiccup tried but the Viking came up with the same. Merida sighed in frustration "Now what?"
"Haven't either of you been to a coronation party?" said James, looking dumbfounded.
Merida and Hiccup looked at him blankly, which caused the thief to shake his head and tsk at them in disappointment "Here I thought I was in the company of royalty" he took a few steps forward saying "Circulate and socialize, maybe then we can find your friend" he looked over at his companions with a wide grin "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to help myself to the free food".
With that, he took off. Merida saw James sped off and started to weave through the crowd quickly and gracefully like a sparrow zipping through a forest. In an instant he vanished into the crowded ballroom.
Hiccup's eyes widened in surprise "Well…that was fast".
The night carried on with more dancing and socializing, everyone was having a great time and was happy. All except for Elsa, she wasn't having so great a time so far.
It started off well. The coronation ceremony going off without incident and finally seeing Anna and talking with her for the first time in years.
Like the old days before the incident. A pang of sadness echoed through her. That night was the worst night of her life, almost losing Anna and having to learn to be more careful with her powers. Every day was a struggle to keep everything in check and not let her power slip out. It almost did at the ceremony but luckily she was able to do the ceremony before it could spread.
Now they were celebrating her coronation. Seeing all the happy people, talking, laughing and dancing. How she envied them. Living without fear of losing control of their magic, hurting someone dear to them and having people turn on you and treat you as if you're a monster. Deep down, Elsa was jealous of those without her abilities.
She shook her head. This was her celebration, she should be happy. It was her day, like Aunt Genevieve said.
Elsa's mood did brighten a little when she volunteered Anna to dance with the Duke of Weselton who was rather spry for a man his age.
Anna managed to grin and bear it, while Elsa snickered at her sister's discomfort. Elsa watched as the small, older man prance around her sister wildly like some animal then followed it up with some strutting like a peacock. His dance drew some glances and stares but Anna just indulged by trying to dance in place while he continued his odd ritual.
The Duke dipped her so far back that she met Elsa's eyes with a look that said, "Help me". The queen merely smiled and mouthed "Sorry".
After they finished their dance, the small man called after Anna "Let me know if you're ready for another round". Elsa couldn't help but grin.
Anna rejoined her sister and the two chuckled. "Pretty spry for a man his age" noted Elsa
"I know" said Anna, trying to regain her balance. The two sisters stood together and gazed out at the crowded ballroom. For a moment, everything felt perfect. It was as if they were transported back to before their parents had died, back before the incident. Anna and Elsa together and acting like siblings for once and enjoying a celebration like normal people. Nothing could spoil this evening.
Anna voiced what both of them were thinking, "I wish things can be like this all the time".
Elsa smiled at her sister "Me too". She sighed deeply knowing that it can't, not when she's a threat to everyone around her.
Elsa didn't want a repeat of what happened that night where she almost killed Anna by accident. Elsa muttered "But it can't"
"But why?" asked Anna as she tried to reach for her sister but the queen quickly drew away and turned her back to her little sister snapping, "It just can't." Anna winced a little at her sister's tone and the suddenness of action. A frown appeared on her face and Anna mumbled "I-If you could excuse me for a moment…" she turned and walked away, shoulders slumped a little and her eyes focused on the floor ahead of her.
Elsa glanced over her shoulder and notice Anna trudging away, looking down cast and sad. Her heart began to ache. She didn't mean to be so stand offish and withdrawn but it was for the better. It was to protect Anna. "Everything all right?" asked a voice.
Elsa turned and saw her aunt standing there, looking concerned for Elsa.
Elsa merely nodded, saying nothing. Her aunt shook her head slowly "It doesn't have to be this way " "It does" said Elsa, firmly "I can't afford to hurt Anna again"
"You won't" said Genevieve, confidently "If you would remember what your brother taught you-"
Elsa looked at her aunt with a mixture of hurt and anger then snapped, "Don't you dare bring him into this" Genevieve blinked in surprise. Elsa scowled at her aunt for a moment then her expression softened and she looked down at the floor in shame "I'm sorry…I-I shouldn't have-"
"Its ok" interrupted Genevieve. She placed a reassuring hand on Elsa's shoulder. The blond looked her godchild in the eyes "I'm worried about you, that's all. This isn't what your parents would want for you, nor your brother. They would want you to be happy today".
Elsa nodded almost absent-mindedly. She knew that her parents always wanted what's best for her and that she should enjoy herself, but it only takes one moment for it all to go wrong. One slacked moment, one slip up and everything she had feared would come true. Her aunt wouldn't understand.
Genevieve patted Elsa's shoulder saying, "Try and be happy, the evening is almost over. Its not every day that a party like this happens".
Elsa nodded once. The only thing Elsa had to do was grin and try to enjoy the remainder evening then she was home free.
The only other person who wasn't having such good time was Merida. She felt alone and underdressed in the ballroom among all the party guests who wore fine silk, gold medallions, silver pendants and other fine things. The princess got separated from Hiccup who got swept up by some tide of guests.
She talked with a few people here and there but she mostly kept to herself as she sought out Genevieve.
On her search, she bumped into a short, old man with large glasses and a beak like nose. He studied Merida a little bit then he made a polite bow "How do you do, Ms…?"
"Merida" she introduced herself with a curtsy. The little man looked her up and down again, which made Merida feel sick. Something about this man made her feel uneasy. They talked for a little bit about weather, family and other general topics but the man's wrinkled face turned stony and he asked her directly "How do you know the Queen of Arendelle?"
"Excuse me?" asked Merida, taken aback. The old man repeated his question then added "Do you know the real reason why the gates were shut all those years ago?" the princess gave him an odd look.
This man clearly was mad or he was fishing for information that she clearly didn't have. The man's eyes bore into hers but luckily, Hiccup found her and cut in "There you are!" He appeared beside her carrying two glasses of wine. The Viking looked at the little man and asked, "Who's this?"
"Hiccup, this is the Duke of Weselton," said Merida, nodding to the elderly man. The little man stared at Hiccup for a moment, as if he was analyzing a foreign specimen but in the end he bowed a little and greeted the Viking politely.
He glanced around him and his voice dropped to a whisper "I would keep a sharp eye out if I were you. Lots of secrets within these walls" He looked around one more time with suspicion, making sure that he wasn't heard and he scurried off like a rodent.
The princess and the Viking shared questioning looks then shrugged and walked away, quickly forgetting the little duke. Hiccup gave Merida the other glass of wine saying "That was…interesting"
"I know" said Merida, shivering a little bit form their encounter. Merida cradled her drink in her hand while she searched the crowd for Genevieve.
As she searched, Hiccup asked, "You never did tell me…how did we meet?" Merida paused and looked at Hiccup. She thought for a moment and chuckled a little bit.
When they first met, the Viking and his friends took her prisoner. Hiccup noticed chuckling and asked, "What is it?"
"Nothing" she said, laughing a little "Its just…a rather funny story. A long one but the part where we met is sort of funny". He smiled a little "I'm all ears"
Merida managed to stop laughing and she explained from the very beginning.
As she did, neither the Viking nor the princess noticed that there was someone observing the pair. The figure stood in the corner of the ballroom, completely unnoticed by the other guests. Sipping some champagne, the observer's eyes roved around the ballroom.
He so enjoyed parties, the lights, the music, and the laughter. All these fine folk in their expensive clothes, eating fine food and having a good time in leisure that comes with money and power.
It just made him all warm and bubbly. However, he's not there to partake of the merriment or rub elbows with the nobles; he was there on a mission. The observer was keeping an eye on the girl and her companions, just in case they decide to bumble their way into his path.
No matter, they were too busy with the party and stuffing their faces, like the rest of the guests. The observer's eyes landed on his prey.
A small smile appeared on his lips. He drained the last of his champagne and he placed the glass on the trey of a servant passing in front of him. The observer slithered toward his target, weaving through the crowd of oblivious partygoers towards Elsa.
He got closer and closer to her. Almost there, almost within reach, he was so close he could smell a hint of sweet flowery perfume and the delicious aura of ice magic that emanated from the young monarch.
But that was dashed when he saw out of the corner of his eye, the grubby little thief stumble by, wolfing down the finger food that he stuffed into his coat pockets.
The predator made a small hiss of annoyance and quickly redirected his course, which took him past the queen and behind a pillar where a group of ladies congregated. They didn't notice him like the rest. He stood there, seething a little but he kept it all in.
All he had to do is wait a little longer it wasn't long now. All he had to do was sit back and wait for his chance.
James was having the time of his life.
He couldn't remember the last time he ate this well. Sure it wasn't a feast and the food was more along the lines of an appetizer but that didn't matter. The night was a little slow at first, and then it was almost spoiled by that snotty nobleman from the Southern Isles.
James was gliding by looking for another tray of food to sample, when the nobleman stopped him and asked the thief to fetch him and his lady friend a drink.
James merely smiled and said that he was a guest, not a servant. Normally a little mistake like that wasn't enough to rile James, but what really made his blood boil, was the nobleman's attitude. The young man, Hans, apologized but James could smell a lie a mile away and this young prince's apology had the scent of an unclean stable.
The princess, Anna, also apologized but was sincere. James had nothing against her; she was a simple, quirky girl he found cute.
Hans on the other hand, James really got a rotten feeling from him. The two royals decided to take their leave of the thief after he forgave them.
As they walked away, Hans said something to Anna, causing her to giggle. Hans glanced over his shoulder and gave James a small smirk, which made the thief's blood boil.
Damn royals, how he hated every damn snotty prince who thinks they are better than everyone else. In all his life, James had met several royals he didn't like. Hans just joined that list.
But James wasn't going to let that kill the mood. He later found his way back to the excellent food. Free food was free food, which was good enough for him.
Another waiter drifted by carrying a tray of chocolate covered pastries that he didn't try yet. He stopped the man and took one to sample it. The pastry was, in a word, delicious. The chocolate was rich and then that chocolaty taste was soon replaced by a sweet strawberry flavor.
James moaned, "This is amazing!" "I'm glad you like it" said a voice.
James glanced over to his left and saw Queen Elsa standing there. She smiled "It's a new recipe that the cooks wanted to try out, and you seem to be the first one to try it".
He nodded saying, a little muffled "My compliments to the chef" the thief plucked several more pastries, wrapped them up in a bit of cloth he kept in another pocket and slipped them into his coat's breast pocket.
James made a little bow "Milady" she nodded her head "How do you do Mr.…" "James" finished James.
Elsa's smile widened a little "James, it is nice to meet you" "Like wise" said the thief, flashing an award winning smile.
The queen of Arendelle paused for a moment as if she were thinking of what to say next, then asked "So…James, what brings you to Arendelle?"
"Business" said James casually "I'm here with some friends who want to visit an acquaintance. We just so happen to arrive as the coronation began".
Elsa nodded "I see. What did you think of the ceremony?" "I think it was wonderful" answered James tactfully. The queen just stood there looking at him blankly for a moment then she asked in a softer voice "You can be honest"
James didn't know whether or not this was a trick question but he could see in her eyes that she was being honest. He sighed, "To be perfectly honest? I would say that you were rather…stiff"
Elsa sighed, looking rather glum "I thought so" "But it was better than several other's I've seen" said James.
Elsa looked up at him questioningly "Really?" James nodded. The thief was about to tell her but he paused. He sensed some odd movement through the crowd. The first one he couldn't see clearly. But what he couldn't see, he felt as if there was a foul chill in the air like a horrible specter from beyond had decided to crash the party.
The second he did see. He saw a beautiful slim blond woman dressed in blue silk dress with a high collar and a red ruby dangling from a gold chain that hung around her neck. The woman was passing through the crowd gracefully, heading directly towards someone when suddenly she stopped. She looked around her then she turned and faced him.
James felt his heart drop into his stomach faster than a hawk diving after its prey. The woman's sparkling blue eyes widened.
The thief's mind began to race for a solution, when suddenly a thought popped into his head. He quickly began to fan himself with his hand saying, "Is it me or is it a little warm in here?"
"It does feel a little warm," agreed Elsa.
"How about we continue our conversation somewhere a little less…stuffy," suggested James. Elsa nodded and the two walked off in the opposite direction from the woman in blue.
James glanced back and saw that she didn't pursue him, which he thanked his lucky stars for but he knew that she'd find him eventually.
"And so, I ended up kidnapping you" said Merida. Hiccup laughed humorously. She had been telling him of how they met. She told him briefly of Rumpelstiltskin and of the changing of history. After, she talked about he and his father arrived in DunBroch and took her prisoner on a raid. She finished with her escape from Berk, which ended with her kidnapping Hiccup on Toothless.
Hiccup took the story better than she thought. She worried that he would call her mad when she mentioned the dwarf and the magical deal but just stood there and listened. He made a comment here and there as to how things worked or what happened to a person she mentioned. But overall he was a captive audience.
After a moment of laughing, Hiccup spoke "That is actually funny. Us kidnapping you, you kidnapping me…" he smiled "And look at where we are now".
Merida nodded. The circumstances of their first meeting seemed more like an odd joke. Before, they met during a raid on Castle DunBroch and ended up fighting to change the world back to normal. Now, they're at a party talking and enjoying each other's company. It was odd and yet, it felt wonderful.
Hiccup coughed then asked Merida "So, what was this...world like?"
Merida's expression darkened and said softly "Horrible, just…horrible". She shivered and thought of the ruin and all the horrid things that were wrought by that wretched little dwarf.
Hiccup held up a hand "Say no more, I don't really want to know". The two stood in silence for a long moment then Merida noticed a familiar face standing on the far side of the ballroom behind Hiccup.
Genevieve the witch stood near a set of tall oak doors that stood open, her eyes were locked onto Merida. She had a solemn look on her face that meant business. The witch turned and slipped past the doors and into the corridor.
Merida nudged Hiccup and she whispered, "Follow me". She threaded her way through the crowd with Hiccup following closely behind. They passed through the doorway and into an empty corridor that was similar to the one they passed through when they arrived to the party.
At the end of the corridor, Merida saw the witch standing there. Genevieve turned and walked to her left and vanished down a connecting corridor. The princess picked up her pace and hurried down the corridor then turned and saw the witch slip through some doors at the end of the corridor.
Merida frowned. What was the witch doing? Where was she leading her? She merely shook her head and walked toward the doors at the end of the corridor.
Upon reaching the door, Merida hesitated and felt uncertainty well up inside her like a flood. Something strange was going on.
Beginning with their brief meeting in the courtyard, all the way to the party, something was terribly wrong. Whatever it was, Merida was about to find out.
On the other side of the doors was a sparsely furnished room. Merida noticed that it was a little larger than her chambers back at Castle DunBroch but looked as if whoever owned the room had vacated a long time ago. There was a four poster bed to her right, a bedside table, a plain wooden table pushed up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. There was a large fireplace with a small, flickering fire burning within.
Lastly, there was a lone wooden chair that looked like it belonged in the home of a poor farmer. Standing next to the chair was Genevieve. Her face was partially illuminated by the flickering light of the fireplace. The witch's expression was serious with a hint of worry in her eyes. The witch nodded at Merida and gestured to the chair "Please, sit".
Merida swallowed hard and she obeyed. The princess sat in the chair. She could see that Hiccup was worried but he stood there and watched.
Genevieve spoke softly, "Remain calm and remain still, this won't hurt" "What?" said Merida. The witch didn't answer. She placed her hand Merida's head and suddenly the two were no longer in the dimly lit room in the Arendelle castle. They were back in the graveyard where Jack was attacked.
Merida jerked away in surprise and the graveyard dissolved and she found herself back in the room in Arendelle. The witch gave Merida a curious look. The princess grinned sheepishly "Sorry".
They tried again. They were back in the graveyard once more. The nightmare unfolded and played out as it did that night. Merida saw herself and the ghoulish young man, then Jack. Then there was the confrontation between the winter spirit and the man in black. A fierce battle of magic took place that ripped the graveyard apart and torn apart gravestones.
A blast of icy blue magic here, a wave of harsh green magic there tearing up large chunks of earth. Then Jack was defeated by a blast of emerald green magic. Once the dream reached the part where Jack was absorbed into the crystal sphere, Merida heard Genevieve mutter "Interesting…" she felt the witch withdrew her hand and Merida was dropped back in Arendelle.
The witch queen stroked her chin murmured "Very interesting".
Merida asked, "What is?" "This ghoulish young fellow" murmured Genevieve "Whoever he is…he must be very powerful to overwhelm Jack and trap him in a crystal like that".
Merida's heart stopped for a moment "Wait…you mean?" "That was no dream" said the witch queen "That was real. That actually happened".
A thousand questions exploded into Merida's mind at once but she blurted out one "What does it mean?" "Obviously it means Jack has been taken" answered the witch "By whom…" she shrugged.
Merida thought back to earlier that afternoon than asked, "What's going on? Why did you lead us here?"
The witch sighed and conjured up another chair with flick of her wrist. She sank into the chair, rubbing her forehead muttering, "A lot has been going on". Genevieve looked at Merida and the princess noticed that the witch's eyes looked very tired. She explained, "These are dark times. It may seem peaceful but trust me, a terrible darkness is growing".
Merida and Hiccup looked at her in shock. The witch continued, "Jack wasn't the first casually of this oncoming storm"
"What do you mean?" asked Hiccup.
Genevieve shook her head slowly, her eyes drifted over to the tiny flames crackling away in her fireplace "I had received word that another spirit, like Jack, who had elemental magic was captured by some mysterious force as well" she glanced at Merida "Do you remember Katherine?"
Merida thought for a moment then remembered that she was the girl who helped her with her love potion and Katherine's friend Nightlight protected her from Pitch
. The princess nodded and Genevieve nodded "She's been taken as well"
"What!" exclaimed Merida, nearly rising to her feet.
The witch looked back into the fire in dismay "I don't know who is behind this. Her guardian Ombric, who is a powerful wizard, couldn't find her. Strangely enough, neither can I. I did find some traces of dark magic and something I haven't seen in a long time. So far it's been nothing but dead ends. It seems like we're chasing shadows".
A small, humorless smile appeared on her face "That's what it seems like. Shadows. We're being hunted by our own shadows".
Merida got a cold feeling in her gut that spread all over. It would seem that Jack wasn't the only one who is in trouble. The princess leaned forward toward the witch "What can we do?"
Genevieve looked at her for a moment in surprise. The witch then burst out laughing. Merida and Hiccup stared at the witch as if she had gone loony. Genevieve managed to stop laughing and said as she tried to catch her breath "I…I'm sorry. These last few weeks have been rather stressful, I needed a good laugh".
The witch thought for a long moment, gazing into the fire. She glanced back at Merida and Hiccup saying, "Go home, where it's safe. You are out of your depth here".
Elsa had to admit, this night wasn't as horrible as she had originally thought.
Originally she thought that it was going to be long and droll or stressful and filled with trouble hiding her abilities. It was, at first. But the last few minutes had been refreshing. Walking and talking with James was rather entertaining. He related to her some stories of coronations that were way more embarrassing than her own.
Which made her feel a little more grateful that none of those horrible things had happened to her during the ceremony.
The two found themselves in the library inspecting artwork. It was cooler in the library than the crowded, stuffy ballroom. The library was void of life and was illuminated by candles held by various sconces on the walls.
As they were inspecting one painting, Elsa took a moment and studied her guest. He was dressed as a commoner; he was plain but wasn't ugly. The way he spoke was rather unusual for commoners. Commoners used more honorifics and chose their words carefully, but James was candid and open with his comments as if they were equals.
The two moved along through the silent, empty library. All was silent, except the faint ticking of the old clock and the distant sounds of the party.
James strolled past various paintings depicting scenes of men and women dancing, knights, past rulers of Arendelle and scenery that were breathtaking. James stopped in front of a portrait in the corner of the library, tucked between two bookcases and hung next to a larger painting of a lake.
He tilted his head to the side and frowned "Who is this?"
Elsa looked up at the portrait and saw that it was of a man that she had difficulty remembering. He stood tall and proud, dressed in a long coal black coat, white shirt, brown trousers and mud spattered boots. The man was in his thirties, had light auburn hair that was slicked back and a warm smile. Tucked under his arm were some books and in his hand was a quill.
Elsa saw that the frame was dusty. She brushed away the thick film of dust and saw the inscription that was hidden "Thomas Fisher".
More memories came to mind and she realized whom the subject of the portrait was. She breathed "Thomas Fisher" "Who?" asked James, frowning in confusion.
The queen glanced at him, "Have you heard of the story of the Poet of Black Lake?" "Of course" said James.
She nodded at the man in the painting "They say that the story was based on him". The queen stared up at the man in the portrait. He looked happy and carefree. The terrifying story of the mad man was familiar to Elsa. Her mother told it to her and Anna once, when they were misbehaving once and it scared them straight.
Even though she's older and no longer believed in ghost stories, the tale of the Poet still gave Elsa the chills.
The man who once was a kind, penniless writer, who wrote some of her favorite bedtime stories that she enjoyed when she was young, going absolutely mad and butchered his family then took his own life in his lakeside home. Stories of how his ghost still haunted that cold, lifeless place and how the screams of his family could still be heard on moonless nights.
Of course it was only a story, her mother told her that. That's what Elsa told herself as well, and yet it brought to mind something that her tutor told her once long ago.
"Every story and every legend, is based on truth" he would tell her when she asked about some folk lore her father told her "Even though there had been embellishment, there are some pieces of the truth in those stories". Maybe that was true for the story of the mad poet.
Standing there at the foot of the portrait with the shadows flickering off of it from the candles on the walls, it gave his face an odd glow. His face looked more like actual human flesh than paint and canvas. The man's eyes dark painted eyes seemed to stare directly right into hers, as if he could see right through her. Elsa could've sworn he blinked once.
She quickly looked away; her heart was starting to beat quickly like a hummingbird.
James shivered a little and pulled his coat closer together. Elsa's heart skipped a beat. She was so unsettled by the painting and the sad tale relating to it, that she failed to notice that the temperature of the room dropped a few degrees that James noticed.
Elsa took a deep breath and recited the mantra in her mind "Conceal, don't feel…Conceal, don't feel…" Her heartbeats slowed a little and the temperature returned to normal.
James looked at her curiously asking, "Did you feel that?" "What?" asked Elsa innocently
"It felt like a chill" said James, shivering a little "Felt like someone stepped over my grave". Elsa merely shrugged and was relieved that he was ignorant that it was she. That was too close.
They continued on through the library in silence as they continued to inspect the vast collection of artwork. Elsa felt uncomfortable in the silence and wanted to get her mind off of the portrait of Thomas Fisher. After working up the courage, she finally asked the question that was on her mind during the course of their tour of the library "Where are you from James?"
The young man shrugged "Here and there. I don't really have a home, I mostly travel in my line of work"
"Do you have family?"
James nodded "Yes, just my mother. She took care of me on her own. Never really knew my father"
Elsa blinked and felt a little embarrassed of asking him about his family. Her parents and brother may be gone but at least she knew her parents and her brother.
The queen stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I-I-I didn't know"
James shrugged "Its fine. From what my mother told me, my father wasn't exactly the fatherly type".
Silence returned for a long moment and it was James' turn to ask a question "What about your family? Is it only you and your sister?"
Elsa nodded glumly "My parents were going on a two week journey and were supposed to return but their ship was lost at sea. My brother went out by himself to go hunting and he…never made it back. Only his horse returned".
James looked at her sympathetically "I'm sorry for your loss, really. I know what its like to lose loved ones". Elsa murmured "thanks".
As they neared the entrance of the library, Elsa paused for a moment and she looked at James for a good moment. James' arched an eyebrow "What it is?"
"Just who are you?" asked Elsa "You aren't like most commoners. The way you act its…odd".
The young man merely shrugged "Well, I'm not most commoners" he smiled "You could say that I have had experience dealing with royalty and nobility". Elsa stared at him studiously.
James was a strange person. However, there was something about him that Elsa found rather charming.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Elsa cleared her throat and stuttered "I-I really must get back to the party"
James nodded "As you wish" he bowed "Milady". She turned and left the library. The thief pulled out a creampuff from his pocket and shoved it into his mouth as he left the library.
Once the two were no longer in sight, the portrait of Thomas Fisher blinked.
The canvas bubbled and rippled like the surface of a lake disturbed by fallen pebble .
A foot emerged from the rippling canvas, followed by a leg then the rest of the body. The figure landed lightly on the floor, with a wide grin on his face.
The observer from the party giggled to himself. This was too easy. They were practically giving him weapons to use against them. It would be so funny if it weren't so sad.
The observer giggled and he slithered his way out of the library. The candles flickered and their meager flames went out with a hiss as he past.
Merida blinked "I'm sorry?"
"Go home" repeated the witch
"I can't" said Merida "I can't abandon Jack, let alone anyone else who maybe in trouble" "Its too dangerous" said the witch.
Merida rolled her eyes "I have faced dangers before, Rumpelstiltskin for starters".
Genevieve laughed coldly "That pathetic fool and his army of halfwits? He's a gnat compared to what's coming" the princess was taken aback at the witch's tone and comment of the dwarf.
The witch continued "Whatever or whoever is behind this, its able to evade me. There's hardly anybody on this earth that I can't find. If you can hide from me than you're certainly someone to be reckoned with".
Merida opened her mouth to speak when suddenly the doors opened. Standing there, holding the door open was James. He stood frozen in place, staring at the three by the fireplace.
The thief smiled nervously "Oh, hello! Sorry to barge in, none of my business. I'll wait for you out-" "Get in here James" commanded Genevieve sternly without so much as looking at the door.
The thief winced at the mention of his name and he obeyed. With a gesture from the witch queen, the doors slammed shut behind the thief, which caused him to jump a little. He looked down at the floor in what seemed like shame. James looked up at the witch and was ready to say something but she conjured up another chair and ordered, "Sit".
The thief sank into the chair and clasped his hands together.
To Merida, he looked like a child who just got caught causing mischief.
Genevieve turned her attention back to Merida "I don't want you to get hurt. Whatever this threat is…I don't think anyone will be safe". Her voice grew soft, her tone was filled with uncertainty "Something sinister is happening and I don't know if I can stop it".
Everyone in the room was quiet, staring at the witch with concern. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Merida spoke "No. We're not going anywhere. We are going to help you stop this thing and save Jack and Katherine".
Genevieve sighed in defeat and looked at the princess "I guess I can't force you to leave"
"No" said Merida. The witch smiled. She told Merida and Hiccup to return to the party and enjoy the rest of the evening.
James rose from his chair and tried to leave with them but the witch's hand clamped down on the thief's shoulder "Not you" said Genevieve sweetly "I want to have a little chat with you first". The thief shuddered and looked pleadingly at Merida and Hiccup but they left the room without a word.
At the ballroom, the princess and the Viking waited nervously. Neither of them knew what Genevieve would want with James but it didn't seem good.
The two tried to guess at what he may have done. But came up with no solid reason. The thief appeared in the ballroom, followed by the witch. The thief looked unharmed but he seemed to be distant and distracted. Hiccup tried to ask him about what happened but the thief shrugged and mumbled something unintelligible.
Hiccup turned to Merida "So…what now" "I guess that we enjoy ourselves" declared Merida.
James spotted a servant with a tray of pastries and he made a beeline for it with Hiccup following closely behind. Merida felt good. Genevieve was able to provide answers and with her help, they'll be able to help Jack. She felt herself smile. All seemed to be right.
Her thoughts were then broken by raised voices. "What did I ever do to you?" demanded one of the voices.
Merida turned and saw the princess, Anna, and the queen, Elsa. They seemed to be having a disagreement about something. The queen turned away from Anna saying "Enough Anna" she started walking away, heading quickly towards the exit.
Anna pressed on "No, why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out?"
Without warning, the queen turned and snapped, "I said enough!" she waved a hand and suddenly, large sharp spikes of ice erupted from the floor forming a semicircle separating her from the guests. The spikes were large as spears and sharp as swords. The party guests jumped back in fear, gasping in shock.
Elsa looked petrified. The party guests all murmured and stared at the queen in horror. A new voice spoke. It belonged to the little duke that Merida encountered earlier that evening. The little duke's beady eyes were wide with horror, "Sorcery! I knew that there was something dubious going on here" he hid behind two large men, who Merida guessed were his guards.
The queen held up her hands "W-wait let me explain…" she began but was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream.
Everyone looked and saw a woman pointing at James, whom had an ice spike lodged into his side. Hiccup drew his sword and chopped at the ice spike. The flames of Hiccup's sword sliced through the ice like a knife through hot butter. He pulled what's left of the ice spike free from James' side. Everyone saw streaks of red on the sharp end of the spike that was freed and they saw a large dark spot forming on his jacket.
Everyone gasped in shock, there were a few horrified cries and one woman fainted.
Merida heard someone coughing. She turned and her heart dropped into her stomach. Genevieve was leaning against a pillar for support, coughing and gasping for air. Her face grew pale then turned purple like vintage wine. The witch slowly sank to the floor and onto her knees. She reached for her throat, as if to try and free herself from an invisible vice and before anyone could do anything, she collapsed.
She lay sprawled out on the floor unconscious and unmoving. Several guests rushed to her side crying "Your highness!"
Everyone was now completely on edge. Scattered chatter and murmuring filled the ballroom. Nobody knew what was going on in the midst of these bizarre events.
Merida could just feel that the tension was thick as a slab of rock. A servant checked the witch and he noticed a dropped wine glass by her side. He picked it up and sniffed it and immediately recoiled at the scent. The servant looked up at the anxious guests saying "Its poison. She's been poisoned!"
A wave of nervous chatter swept through the ballroom and suddenly the duke cried "Treachery! Sorcery!" he aimed an accusing finger at the queen "Queen Elsa has poisoned Queen Genevieve!"
Elsa stood there looking like a trapped animal. Her eyes darted around nervously and she sprinted out of the ballroom. The duke barked "After her!" he gave chase with his guards. Anna and the man she was with gave chase as well.
Merida ran to James' side "Are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine" grunted James, clutching his side where dark liquid seeped through the green fabric "You should be more worried about her" he nodded to the unconscious Genevieve.
The entire ballroom was ablaze with panicked chatter and frantic guests trying to grasp at what just happened.
The servant who revealed the poison slipped away from the crowd and made his way out of the castle.
He weaved his way through frightened villagers in the courtyard and reached the bridge in time to see the results of several hours of work come to fruition.
A single figure was sprinting across the water of the harbor, creating a bridge of ice with each step. She ran and ran, even when she reached the trees on the shore opposite of the castle. After Elsa disappeared into the trees, the ice in the water began to crack and spread like wildfire in a dry forest.
Within a matter of seconds, the entire harbor, all the ships moored within it and the land itself was swallowed up by ice and frost.
Dark grey clouds formed almost instantaneously in the sky above, blocking out the light of the stars and began to unleash their contents. Snow.
The observer grinned broadly and extended a cold, grey hand out and caught a flake in the palm of his hand. The flake didn't melt. It sat in his cold, clammy palm for a moment, glittering like a freshly polished gem. He giggled mirthfully and watched the snow started to fall more intensely upon the now icebound land of Arendelle.
To the corpse like fiend, there was no better night like tonight and oh how it was such a fine night for treachery and sorcery.
End of chapter
(a/n: So, what do you think? Kinda long but that's how things go. Also going to borrow a little of Once Upon a Time. Review!)