Hi! I'm back! I've been really busy lately, which is why it took so long to update.
This chapter is the official beginning of the fairy twins and princess' paths crossing. So, now I don't have to worry about switching between Frozen and Tinker Bell parts. (That's been replaced with having to switch between different characters' points of view because they got separated last chapter) Well, now we'll pick up with... Elsa. (For some reason, I had a really hard time deciding which character to start with.)
Elsa had finally stopped shouting Anna's name, after almost losing her voice from screaming so much. She continued to look around for Anna as she trudged through the half foot of snow that had fallen in the twenty minutes since the guards had first appeared and scared the girls out of their minds. As if the blizzard wasn't bad enough already, the snowflakes got larger and fell faster as her magic took advantage of her growing fear, worry and sadness.
She stomped through the snow, brooding over the events that had happened since Anna had pulled her out of bed that morning. When they had gotten out into the village, she'd had such high hopes for the day. She had envisioned herself and Anna proudly standing by the tallest snowman Arendelle had ever seen, as her parents and the villagers looked on, cheering. She knew there was no way that would have happened (for one thing, Olaf the snowman hadn't even been as tall as Anna, who was only five. Certainly somebody in Arendelle had built a snowman larger than Olaf), but it had been nice to think about.
Playing with Anna had been fun, as it always was, and seeing the mouse with the fairy chariot had been really cool. In fact, the fairy artifact would have made Elsa's day, except getting lost and separated from Anna had canceled out the excitement of seeing the mouse. Elsa didn't remember ever having a day that went from being great to horrible as quickly as today had. Actually, she didn't even remember a day changing from good to bad as much as this one had.
The worst part was losing track of where Anna was. Elsa felt tears slide down her cheeks as she thought of her sister, alone and just as scared as she was. Elsa angrily scolded herself. How hard would it have been to grab Anna's hand as she ran? She was supposed to take care of her sister. She remembered her parents telling her that after the night she had sneaked into Anna's room all those years ago.
Although most parts of that night were rather blurry in Elsa's memory, she still clearly remembered what she'd told her sister, who had been a baby at the time. "Hi! I'm Elsa, your big sister, and I'm gonna take real good care of you." She'd done a good job protecting Anna, especially when Anna had been learning to walk and Elsa had followed her around constantly, ready to catch her if she fell. For five years, Elsa had protected her sister without fail. Until now.
Now Anna was lost in a blizzard, Elsa's blizzard, and and she was undoubtedly hungry, cold, scared and lonely (Elsa was hungry too, but she was too miserable to actually feel like eating- though the snow had long since covered up anything edible she might have found).
As Elsa mulled over her miserable thoughts, the wind died down, but the snow turned to hail. She barely noticed, as her powers never hurt her. She could conjure ice above her head and barely feel it hit her as it fell (that had happened on accident once) and she was immune to cold, which is why she had shed her winter clothes a while ago and was now wandering around in just her nightdress.
Elsa startled and then smiled slightly as she heard a bell loudly ringing. Finally, a sign of civilization. It sounded like the bell in the castle courtyard, though maybe a bit higher. But if it was that bell, then that meant she could follow the sound and get back to the castle, and then she could tell them that Anna was still lost and then there would be a huge search party for her. Or, even better, maybe Anna would follow the sound and then they would both arrive back home around the same time.
Trying unsuccessfully to not get her hopes up, she tried to follow the sound, but it seemed to be moving all around her. Elsa frowned. Sure, she could barely see in this storm she'd made, but that still didn't explain why the sound was moving all around her. She peered around and listened. When it chimed behind her, she turned around and focused on walking straight ahead. Only, then it chimed to her left.
Frustrated that she wasn't getting anywhere, she stamped her feet and turned around wildly as the sound darted around her. It started to grow louder, and Elsa realized that it stopped changing directions. She walked towards the sound, and it was getting even louder. Finally, it sounded as if she was right next to the sound, but she hadn't gotten out of the woods, so it couldn't be the courtyard bell. Elsa felt like screaming in disappointment. She was about to, when a small glowing light slammed into her and fell to the ground.
Curiously, Elsa bent over to see what it was. When she realized what it was, she gasped. It was a fairy that looked a lot like her.
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Tinker Bell's wings had quit a while ago. Unable to fly, she had tried walking back to the fairy camp. Trying to dodge the hail that was falling, she struggled through the snow. The hail was really only the size of very small pebbles, but for a fairy it was pretty large and it hurt a lot. She eventually came across a small valley (in a fairy's point of view), made by somebody kicking the snow aside as they walked. As she neared the edge of the "valley", she slipped on the ice that was inexplicably only be the human-made snow valley. Tink fell in the ditch, and winced as her uncovered arms came in contact with the frigid snow. She tried to climb out, since her wings didn't work, but the snow gave way and she tumbled back to the bottom. She struggled to pull herself out a second time, only to have the snow collapse under her again. This was bad. The snow was only a half foot deep, but that was still an inch deeper than the average fairy's five inch height.
Unable to get anywhere, Tink slumped defeated in the snow. Her teeth were chattering as she shivered in the cold. She wished she hadn't taken off her coat. That one decision was likely to be fatal. But if she hadn't taken it off, she wouldn't have even had a chance at catching up to Periwinkle, because the coat prevented Tink's wings from moving fully. Besides, how was she supposed to know there would be a random blizzard that formed out of midair?!
Eventually, Tink stopped trying to dodge the hail, so she curled into a ball and just let it hit her. What did it matter anyway? She was going to be covered up in snow, and the other fairies wouldn't find her frozen body until they changed winter to spring, and they may not even find it then. She silently cursed herself. This wasn't how she wanted to leave the world. She hadn't gotten to say goodbye to anyone, and the last time she'd seen her friends she'd been yelling at them.
Tink told everyone how much they meant to her and apologized for yelling at everyone, even though there was nobody around to hear her. After a while, when part of the left side of her body was submerged in snow, Tink stopped shivering, which even she knew was a bad sign even though she wasn't a healing talent. Tink was almost annoyed that her wings wouldn't break no matter how long they were exposed to the cold, because it seemed worse to have perfectly intact wings that wouldn't let her fly. She fluttered her wings, and to her horror, they were so frozen that they barely moved.
Tinker Bell was now so cold that she would have embraced the idea of snuggling against a hawk's feathers, despite the fact that hawks ate fairies. Tink wasn't sure if she'd rather die as food or die freezing, but at this point she would have welcomed anything that wasn't cold weather.
Tink, now half covered in snow and being pummeled by hail, resigned to her fate and began to slip into unconsciousness, hoping that it would relieve her from the cold before she froze to death. She didn't notice the small boot that narrowly missed crushing her, but she did feel fuzzy hands pick her up.
Not thinking entirely straight due to almost passing out, Tink vaguely wondered if it was a bear that was holding her. Its hands certainly were fuzzy enough. But no, she heard a voice, and bears didn't talk. Well, they communicated in growls to animal-talents, but Tink didn't understand them, so it still couldn't be a bear- or any other animal, for that matter.
Tink felt herself being tucked into something warm, with just her head poking out of whatever it was. For a while, she simply basked in the warmth that she was suddenly granted, not caring what was providing it. Once she'd warmed up a lot and no longer felt as if she'd pass out from the cold, Tink opened her eyes and took note of her surroundings. She realized that her body was tucked in the collar of a coat, just like Lizzy had done when they'd flown to London to save Vidia from being exposed to the world by Dr. Griffiths, Lizzy's father.
The voice Tink was hearing sounded like belonged to a little girl, though Tink was still too exhausted to pay attention to whatever she was saying. She wondered if the girl was Lizzy, but the voice was different, younger, and besides, why would Lizzy be here? She lived in London and, as far as Tink knew, nobody in London even knew that Arendelle existed.
So the girl wasn't Lizzy, but then who was it? Tink didn't know many humans and the ones she counted as her friends consisted of just Lizzy and Peter Pan, so Tink decided that she didn't know this girl. But why did it feel like she did? For some reason, Tink felt as if this girl was some long lost friend that she'd forgotten about, but that didn't make any sense.
Tink vaguely wondered who would be crazy enough to wander around in a storm like this. Tink guessed (with the tiniest trace of an amused smile) that the girl was probably thinking the same thing about her, but at least the girl had a coat, so she didn't seem as crazy as Tink did. Tink then went back to pondering as to why it felt as if she'd been friends with this girl, despite not knowing anything about her. Tink chimed out a tired expression of gratitude to whoever it was before returning to her thoughts.
Tink smiled. Pretty soon her wings would be ready to fly. Then she'd go and find Periwinkle. The tinker fairy settled back against the girl and let the warmth of the coat and the girl's body heat warm her wings up.
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Periwinkle hadn't really been looking where she was going, as she'd been hollering her twin's name while looking at the sky trying to dodge the hail. She'd been mostly successful at avoiding it, though she had been whacked down by a couple pieces and almost collided with the ground before she'd recovered from the blow and could start flying again. Peri gritted her teeth as another hailstone smashed into her back and she plummeted down.
Peri had no idea where this blizzard came from. The fairies certainly couldn't have made it this quickly, but there was really no other explanation for how a blizzard could appear in the first place, since the fairies were responsible for "making nature happen" as Queen Clarion put it.
Periwinkle recovered from being hit with that last hailstone, only to plummet and make contact with the ground after she flew straight into something. Peri lay in the snow with her eyes closed for a bit, not bothered by the cold- she was a frost fairy, after all.
Falling to the ground hadn't hurt, since the snow was rather cushioning. However, colliding into the slightly bony thing she'd hit was a different matter. Peri relaxed in the snow and let the pain subside, only to yelp and jerk her legs and torso upwards as a hailstone hit her straight in the stomach. Periwinkle ruefully got up, wishing she hadn't left her body so exposed. Well, she could at least learn from that stupid mistake.
Peri finally got to see what she had flown into, which turned out to be a girl. She stared back up at the girl staring down at her. Peri felt very uneasy as she looked at this girl, who seemed a lot like her. They both had white hair and were wearing blue dresses, so they looked remarkably alike. Peri noticed that this girl wasn't wearing a coat and didn't seem to be bothered by the cold. Peri debated about whether these similarities were a coincidence. After all, there were other frost fairies with white hair. But something deep inside Peri told her that this girl could very well be her laugh.
The girl let out a gasp at the same moment Peri did, and then they both stared at each other some more. There was a half minute of very awkward silence, and finally Peri fluttered up to the girl's eye level and bravely asked "Who are you?" Peri then almost fell back to the ground as her aching body decided it had done enough flying for the day. However, the girl caught her on the way down.
The girl didn't show any sign of knowing what Peri said. She just stared at Peri and asked "Are you all right?" and then added, before Peri could respond, "Were those bells you? They sounded lovely" Of course! Peri slapped herself, She's a Clumsy. Very few can actually understand fairies.
The girl had, without asking Peri's permission (though she wouldn't have understood it anyway), cradled the frost fairy in her arms, and then ignored her as she went around yelling for somebody named Anna. "I'm looking for someone too." Peri told her, though the girl had no idea what the fairy had said.
Peri wanted to just leave the girl and continue looking for Tink, but she didn't. For one thing, her body was so battered from the hail that she didn't have the energy to fly, even if she poured her half of Zarina's edible Pixie Dust on her. Also, she could barely see in this storm, and there was something about this girl (Elsa- the girl had introduced herself very properly, with better manners than some fairies) that was holding her back- literally and figuratively.
Peri weakly protested, telling Elsa to let her go, but Elsa's grip didn't weaken. Besides, Peri felt safer in Elsa's arms than she did with Mama Owl, who was the Winter Woods equivalent of Mother Dove, only without the magical egg. (Mother Dove was the one who was vital to Pixie Hollow and, to an extent, all of Neverland. For some bizarre reason, the winter fairies had felt cheated that they didn't have a bird to they could treat like royalty, so they had elected a snowy owl. Mama Owl really didn't do anything aside from fly Lord Milori around since his wings were broken. When she wasn't flying for him, she sat around in a rather comatose stupor, as if she didn't know what to do with herself except fly Lord Milori around. Why the winter fairies had chosen the most boring owl was anyone's guess.)
Without trying to, Peri relaxed her battered body and drifted off to sleep.
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Anna stumbled through the snow, looking for Elsa. So far, she didn't see any sign of her sister. Anna frowned. She had been right behind Elsa when they'd been running from the scary men, but then Elsa had just disappeared.
Anna knew that wasn't technically true. Elsa couldn't just vanish, her magic didn't allow that. Obviously they had somehow gotten split up in the storm, but that information really wasn't that useful. Anna didn't mind the hail that much, as it was rather small and her coat, gloves and hat all acted as padding against it. However, it was a different matter when it hit her face. Anna ended up walking around covering as much of her face as she could with her gloved hands and peeking out of the tiny gaps between her fingers.
Anna encountered a path that somebody had made when they were walking. She decided to follow it, and hoped it belonged to her sister instead of those two guards. She didn't want to come across them again, especially since the shorter one had grabbed twisted her arm rather painfully.
Since the snow had already been cleared by some other person, Anna's pace was slightly faster, though it was still rather slow as she had to navigate the path by touch rather than by sight. She followed the path for a couple minutes while calling Elsa's name. She stopped as the toe of her boot nudged something.
Anna got down and peered at what it was. It was rather hard, as it was difficult to see in the storm. However, it was slightly easier now that she was closer to the ground and the hail wasn't pelting her face.
She saw a tiny, prone form lying in the snow. Maybe it was a doll, as people certainly weren't that small. But then she saw the wings, and she knew it was a fairy. Anna carefully picked the fairy up and held it in her fuzzy gloved hands.
Anna gawked at the fairy in awe. She had blonde hair tied back in a bun, and she was wearing a sleeveless leaf dress, along with green pants and boots. The fairy appeared to be asleep (Anna didn't know that she was almost unconscious) and she was giving off the faintest yellow glow. However, the tiny satchel slung over her shoulder was growing very brightly.
Anna thought that the fairy must be cold, seeing as her arms weren't covered at all, and she tucked the fairy's body in her coat, right under her chin. She then continued to follow the path, though she didn't feel as scared now that she had some company. She began talking to the fairy, and she told her about everything that came into her head- mostly that she was looking for Elsa.
She stopped her one-way conversation as the fairy made a noise. It sounded like tiny bells ringing, yet somehow, Anna heard the fairy thanking her. She didn't hear it out loud, but mind seemed to know what the bells meant.
Anna didn't really give this much thought. After all, she understood what her sister and parents said, so why should a fairy be any different? However, the fairy hadn't said anything after that.
Anna introduced herself, and cupped her hand over the spot where the fairy was in her jacket, before she started wondering aloud as to whether or not she had met her before. It certainly felt like they had been friends for a while, instead of just a few minutes. However, Anna decided that she must be good at making friends, and left it at that.
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Back at fairy camp, the Queen Clarion and Lord Milori debated about what to do. The snow had already covered up some of the smaller tents, and there was no point digging the tents out since the storm would just bury them again.
The first wondered how the storm had come about. They doubted it was their subjects' work, as the fairies had never changed the seasons that quickly. So that meant it was either some weird magic or a freak accident of nature. Anyway, it really didn't matter how the storm had come about. They still had to deal with the problem. When it started to hail, both rulers decided they should return to Neverland. After all, there was no reason to stay. The fairies' work had somehow been done for them and it was dangerous for everyone, due to the hail.
They had called all the fairies back. The fairies hadn't been working very far from the camp, so they all returned rather quickly. It was rather chaotic after that. The fairies rounded up their animals, with the warm fairies riding all the birds that had carried supplies on their way to the mainland. The fairies didn't bother trying to rescue any of their supplies- they were too concerned with rescuing themselves.
Their exit contrasted greatly with their arrival at the mainland. Their exit was about as unorganized as it could be, with fairies darting toward the portal to Neverland (they couldn't actually see the second star to the right, but they still knew where it was) at random. Warmer talents scrambled onto birds, even pushing others off in a chance to escape as soon as possible.
Queen Clarion tried to restore order, but almost everything was so chaotic that nobody even looked her way when she addressed them. She sighed. Eventually, she and Lord Milori managed to establish the tiniest bit of order that they could- they managed to get the fairies to stop fighting, but that hardly changed anything.
Eventually, they just decided that all the fairies would get there when they wanted to. Queen Clarion opened the portal (because one had to be granted access by either Captain Hook, Peter Pan, or one of the fairy rulers to be allowed into Neverland) and told all the fairies it would close in ten minutes and wouldn't open again.
Pandemonium ensued. The fairies rushed towards the portal, trickling into Neverland. At last, they arrived in Pixie Hollow, and everybody calmed down a little. Right after the portal closed, somebody realized something that made all of the fairies panic. Queen Clarion and Lord Milori managed to maintain their composure, but they were just as worried as everyone else when they realized what was wrong.
Two of their fairies- the only fairy twins in existence- were missing. The other fairies had thought they'd returned to the camp when Queen Clarion had called them back. But they didn't, which meant they were stuck in Arendelle in a huge blizzard with no way to get back, because the portal refused to open again.
This chapter took a really long time to write. I'm rather annoyed it took me so long to update, because I like writing this (I also hate being busy). This is the chapter I've been waiting to write, and I hope I managed to pull it off.
Okay there's really not much to say about this chapter, except that I thought Mama Owl would be a funny spinoff of Mother Dove. So, that was the first crossover chapter (yay!) and I hope you enjoyed it.
I hope I can update over the weekend- I'm pretty sure I'll get it done by then but I can't guarantee it (after all, I thought this would be up last weekend). However, I'm almost positive the next chapter will be up sometime in the next two weeks.