Author's note
Hello fellow FF readers and writers. I hope you are all well and surviving with the current pandemic still around.
Before reading, I want to make a few notes about the FF and the other two Frozen/Godzilla X-overs.
Firstly, I have updated a few things on Chapters 8 and 10 of 'Clash of Titans' so as to help elaborate on some of the backstory of the entire crossover universe, and to also connect to the future (which would be this final FF in the Frozen trilogy). More changes to several other chapters will be coming soon too.
Secondly, after much deliberation, I have decided to expand the Frozen/Godzilla x-overs more. Whilst this will be the final FF in the main trilogy, and beyond in the wider story, there will be one-shots and alternate scenarios within the Frozen, and wider field, in future too.
Thank you for reading, and, as usual I do not own Frozen or Godzilla. So, without further ado, let's commence with the final chapter in the Frozen/Godzilla trilogy.
Darkness. It surrounded her, almost engulfing her completely, as she traversed the interior passageway, diving deeper into … well, wherever she was going. A low glow from the dim light in her hand enabled her to somewhat move properly without fear of falling or running into a wall. Still, once or twice she nearly stumbled, only just catching her footing in time, though her slight limp did not help her at all.
Why does it have to be down here? She internally growled to herself. It's not only dark, but just … well, unnerving. Why could he choose somewhere else? Somewhere inconspicuous obviously, but at least out in the light.
She immediately hated herself for thinking such thoughts. No, she had to keep such things far from her mind, lest she stray from his wishes. Besides, such little things would not bother him; in fact, part of her began to wonder if he secretly enjoyed them. Possibly. Anything is possible.
The world had come to learn that fact very quickly, but harshly, and with great cost. Humanity had now been made aware that, regardless of what contemporary religion, culture or science had to offer, they were no longer able to explain what lived in the world, or more importantly, who it belonged to.
The obvious answer made her blood boil, a heavy irritated sigh passing her lips as she tucked a strand of her purple hair behind her ear. Last time when she had faced that behemoth, he had ruined everything! He had stopped all of her hard work to rid the world of him dead in its tracks, and in doing so endangered it more. Her hand involuntarily ran down the top of her leg as if reliving the moment she jumped from the tower to escape being slaughtered. It had broken and taken a long time to heal properly, even with her own advanced abilities that drastically reduced the healing process that would have taken weeks, or even months had she been a human. Heck, she would not be here at all if that were the case.
BOOM!
She stopped dead, breath caught in her throat, eyes staring ahead into the pitch blackness ahead of her. The light from her hand dimmed slightly as if it too wanted to hide away from the purported threat that could be waiting for them in the tunnel. A quietness filled the air. Not even the sound of dripping water, nor the wind blowing through this passageway could be heard.
BOOM!
There it was again! She inhaled deeply as if taking in courage itself and continued on. As she went, her eyes observed the tunnel, noticing it gradually begin to open more from a rough, but straight passageway into a larger tunnel. Before, the ceiling was about ten feet from the floor, but now it was easily thirty, and seemed to be getting higher with every step she took. Another loud BOOM echoed out from further ahead of her. She looked and noticed ever so slightly the tiny glimmer of light that exposed the corner before where it came from.
She carried on again, though countless questions and worries were running through her mind.
What if he's angry with me?
What if he punishes me?
What about my sisters?
Indeed, what about her sisters? She had not seen them since last time they were all together, and that had not gone very well for her, or the city they were in. Memories of the fire, the screams of the dying, seeing the corpses line the streets, the cries of terrified children, and the roars of the beasts … She internally shuddered. Hers was gone, but so was she. She could be grateful for that, right?
I can thank him for helping me with this. Her hold over me is broken. I … I can overcome her. I will overcome her.
She reached the turning in the larger passageway and paused, observing the path ahead of her that seemed to partially revert back to a small tunnel she was in minutes before, only it did not led into a tunnel, but was instead the entrance to a larger place. The path dropped slightly, so the roof of the entrance hole blocked part of the view into what lay beyond, but the glow of the light source was much stronger.
She had arrived.
Inhaling once again, extinguishing the light, and checking herself over. Have to be at least a little presentable. She flattened her purple hair, brushed her shoulders free of the imaginary dust and stepped forward.
Stepping through the entrance, she found herself in an enormous chamber, one that would be insulting to describe even by using the aforementioned adjective, as well as others such as 'huge' or 'massive'. It could have easily fitted an entire castle with room to spare for the courtyard, walls, gateway, and even then still not be completely occupied. The height was at least sixty metres, possibly more. The walls were a dark brown colour and ran around the side of the chamber, forming a sort of dome shape. The ground was, in stark contrast to the passageway, completely flat as if some god had carved it so with a large and powerful blade. Directly in the centre of the chamber was a huge hole that took up at least half of the chamber's ground surface area, it being a complete circle with a few jagged edges. It almost reached the walls on the sides, and within it was where the light was coming from. Directly in the centre of the hole was a large circular rock platform about fifty feet across and connected to it was a long rock walkway.
Besides her, the chamber was completely empty. But she knew he was here.
She walked into the chamber towards the walkway, briefly stopping at the edge of the hole and peering down to see a huge pool of lava bubbling away, the heat swarming the purple haired woman as if trying to drag her in. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead and she wiped it away and carried on to the platform.
"Father?!" she called out, her voice echoing in the great chamber, matched only partially by the noise of the bubbling mass below.
Nothing.
"Father, I'm here!" She called out again, hoping for a reply, eyes scanning the walls as if expecting him to emerge from them at any moment. Then again, who was to say such a thing was out of his reach?
A moment passed. Two. Three.
She sighed. "A waste of time!" She growled, but stopped herself. No, patience. That's what he always says. Time is just a way of practising patience.
"And you are correct,"
The voice, deep, yet soft-spoken, intimidating, yet strangely calming, rolled out through the chamber like the voice of a deity. The purple haired woman looked around, trying to locate the source, but she could see nothing.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Up here. Wait!"
She looked up at the domed ceiling high above, though it was encased in a thick layer of darkness to the point where it was as if she were staring up at a starless, moonless night sky. Up there? What's he doing up there? Where exactly is he up there?
Something moved. Her eyes focused on it, like a deer catching sight of a potential danger, though the darkness prevented its full form being seen, only the outline to a degree. She watched as it began to lower itself from the darkness to her location. It was some form of black mass, swirling and breathing as it descended, though what lay within it she could not see.
It moved slowly at first, then paused in mid-air. What?
Suddenly, it dropped like a rock to the platform. The woman instinctively backed away, fearing that it was going to smash the platform to pieces, but her foot reached the edge. With a yelp, she threw her arms and other leg out to maintain balance, face terrified that she would fall.
Something grabbed and pulled her away from the edge. She took a few deep breaths, regaining her composure as she looked up and saw the black mass before it, much bigger up close than it was when it was above her. Anyone else would have run screaming from it as fast as their legs could carry them in other circumstances, but she just exhaled in relief.
"Thank you, Father," she said, bowing her head and keeping it low in respect.
"As long as you are well," the mass said, withdrawing a little to let her step away from the edge. "And how is your condition, Belvera?"
She paused, eyes falling to the ground, and sighed again. "It's getting better, but … still, her presence is still in me sometimes,"
The mass hovered, swirling and shifting, but no form was visible within it yet.
"Do not worry, you will be freed of her soon," it told her softly. "And are the current feelings between your sisters and you still around?"
Belvera pursed her lips at the mention of her two family members – estranged, it should be added. She had not seen them since she left that area a long time ago, them or the new friends they had made. Thinking of it boiled the anger inside her; her hands balling into fists and a look of disapproval as if they were standing before them.
"Relax, Belvera!" the mass spoke, though this time the voice was more demanding. It startled her, but she obeyed, lest she be on the receiving end of a punishment. "This attitude of yours will change, and you will work towards that goal. Is that understood?!"
A pause hung in the air. She dared not look up at the mass, for though there were no visible eyes, she knew it was staring deep into her soul. A divine needle through a mortal body. Nothing she thought could hide from it – they were too closely connected. Plus, it, or he, was too powerful. Though she had never witnessed it herself, the very aura this mass gave off told her that it was something she did not want to question or oppose. That, and the fact that past scriptures and teachings of him and the other gods made it clear who was in charge in their now lost culture.
"Belvera?"
She nodded, still refusing to look at the mass. "Yes, Father," she replied.
The mass moved towards her as if it were going to swallow her. She gasped and stepped back a pace by instinct, but it halted just before her. This time she looked into it, feeling its gaze meet her own, yet no eyes were decipherable.
"Come now, it will be easy. Everything will be corrected soon; here and on the world above," it spoke to her again in its soft-spoken voice. "The Dark Goddess is gone. We suffered a loss with Battra, yes, but Mothra is still with us. She has returned nearby several times."
"Why exactly?" Belvera asked.
The mass moved back towards the centre of the platform again; Belvera following close behind.
"I think you know, but that's not our main concern." Another pause. "It's him."
She knew who he meant, and it made her blood boil again. Her hand drifted to her damaged leg again, mind replaying when she had to jump from the tower to save herself. She also remembered seeing the remains of her loyal companion, Battra, after the battle had concluded in the Southern Isles – his charred, broken face, the crushed main body, the missing legs, the ripped wings, and the bent tail. His body was still smoking from being blasted into oblivion. Seeing him made her both sad and furious.
If I had my way, I would make him suffer for what he did to him. And that's if I was being generous.
"He still lives in the world, though he has since remained largely hidden after leaving the north," the mass spoke. "Fear of something, perhaps?" it questioned Belvera.
"So, you know of Queen Elsa of Arendelle?" she asked him rhetorically.
"I do now, thank you." Belvera just rolled her eyes in an 'Of course, you knew it before I even said anything' sort of manner. "Tell me, Belvera. Is she as powerful as I perceive?"
Belvera gave a small shrug of her shoulders, another sighing leaving her body. "I've only heard from what the other members of the council told me when I was back in the Southern Isles. She froze Arendelle kingdom, but her sister and her friends saved her. Then two years after that, whilst I was in Italy at the time, I had heard about ships disappearing in the Atlantic, and then news begins spreading of a calamity in and around Arendelle of a fight between a group of Titans, or Titans and one monster. And from there … well, I'm sure you know the rest, Father." She explained to him.
A low chuckle emanated from the mass, again sot, but haunting. It sent a chill down her spine. Benevolent or not, he could still be intimidating.
"A little snarky, I see." He commented, amused. "But, she will be important in dealing with this threat."
Belvera raised an eyebrow. "Father, you want Elsa to assist you in ridding the world of Godzilla?"
"Assist? Yes, because it is necessary." Another pause, the sound of the lava bubbling away below being the only noise within the chamber. "She will soon see what a threat he poses."
Belvera said nothing, but gave a low nod, though she was doubtful. It was something extraordinary for Father to say. A plan to kill Godzilla, no doubt the greatest threat to mankind and the world currently, and it was to be done with Elsa helping them? Surely, she would oppose anything against him. Even if he had not returned to Arendelle since the battle at the Southern Isles, she doubted that the Ice Queen would stand for any kind of hostility against him. But that was banking on if she actually cared about him enough to want to protect him, given the devastation he had wrought upon Arendelle and the Southern Isles in the past, intentionally or not.
What is it Father has planned, or at least knows?
"You will find out soon enough, my dear," the mass informed her, though whether it was looking back at her or not she did not know. "It will soon be clear to all what needs to be done."
The black transparency paused in the centre of the platform as if frozen in time, yet deep in thought, pondering over the future, the present, and the past, reflecting what it had witnessed, what it was doing, and what it had planned for the coming future.
"The world will soon be made aware, and thus will be saved."
For Belvera, as she looked on with a slight tinge of concern, she could only hope this would not be a repeat of the Southern Isles.