Frozen, the Dragon Princess
Fire (Dragon) and Ice
She was cold. That was alright, the cold never bothered her anyway. She was also scared. She had been scared ever since that night, and it had never gone way, a dark friend that loomed at her shoulder every minute of every day. So she stayed shut up in her room. There she couldn't hurt anyone. Her parents tried to help her, heaven knows they tried. Her father with his patience and wisdom, her mother with her kindness and strength, but they could never chase away the fear. The only one who chased away the fear, the darkness, and the cold was her. Even though her sister never saw her, she was watching when she had the courage to leave her room. She watched her race around their home, bouncing off the furniture (and sometimes the walls) with her boundless energy and life. She seemed to shine from the inside out with her sense of life and fun. But lately she had noticed something different about her. She had become more quiet, more subdued. She no longer chattered loudly to the empty air, no longer sang and danced around the halls. She kept knocking on the door, asking to play, but then she retreated to the libarary or the portrait gallery, or even her own room, to read her book. It was the same book, one she had been reading for three years. What was so interesting about it that was able to focus the girls usually short attention span on it for three years. Standing outside the portrait room Elsa observed her sister pouring over that book like it held the secrets to life itself. She even heard Anna mumble and make a note to herself on a piece of paper next to her. She had a number of papers arrayed around her in an explosion of material. Elsa itched to get closer and see what Anna was working on, to see if she could help, particularly when Anna's nose and brow scrunched up in concentration. She saw the little girl flip a number of pages, search down a page and smile when she found what she was looking for. The pen met paper in a string of notes and Anna reached over and picked up another sheaf that she poured over before making another note. Seeing her little sister be so studious bothered Elsa on some level she couldn't quite fathom. Her sister was supposed to be running around, laughing and playing, not surrounded by this prison of paper and information. Gathering up every last ounce of her courage, Elsa pushed open the door to the gallery and made to step inside, only to have a stream of ice run out from where she stepped and climb up the door. She dove behind the door as she heard a small sneeze and looking out from the crack in the hinge she saw her sister staring right at her. The little girls eyes narrowed and she pushed herself up as ice began to creep up from all around her. Elsa turned and sprinted down the hall, and didn't stop until she was safely back in the cocoon of her room, but the ice wouldn't stop, and eventually in covered every surface.
"Elsa?" She heard her sisters sweet voice.
"I won't come ask you to play, but I'm going to sit out here for you if you want to come out and talk….ok"
She said quietly. Elsa moved to the door and saw the shadow of her sister from where she sat against the door. Elsa pressed both hands against the door as if by sheer force of will she could press through it and wrap her sister in a hug. She could feel it, just beyond the slab of wood, her sister, warm and bright and alive, trapped here with her, slowly withering away, like a flower locked away from sunlight. As cold tears poured down her cheeks, the fear returned, along with sadness, bitterness, anger, and even hatred. Hatred of herself for having to be so distant, of hurting the ignorant girl without her knowing why, hatred of the troll that robbed Anna of her memories, even hatred of her parents for accepting all this. The one person she never hated was Anna, her sweet, kind, loving sister who only wanted to play, to be friends again.
"Elsa, I know I did something wrong, something to hurt you, and for that I'm sorry. I also know that you won't tell me what it is, and neither will mom or dad, but I promise, no matter what it takes or how long it takes, I'll fix what I did. I'll make us a family again, maybe even someone you can be proud of"
She said and all Elsa could do was weep silently, though she wanted to scream at her sister that she didn't do anything wrong, to wrap her in a hug and never let go, to feel the warmth of her sister next to her again. As Elsa's mind was filled with the memories of Anna, the good memories where they played together laughed together and cuddled together, times that were only a few years past and also a lifetime gone, the ice slowly receded.
Okay, just a little one shot to help tide you over, and to try and delve into Elsa's personality a bit. Between school and working out where to go next in this story, I'm having a little bit of writers block. Also, don't forget to catch once upon a time, Anna and Elsa are guest starring this season.