A/n:
What is wrong with me, I think I was actually sick when I came up with this.
Elsa knows not how long she's been in this strange world. This dreaded place is so dark and dreary compared to her beloved Arendelle.
The constant snow and ice might have been a comfort under different circumstances, but here, they only added to her growing sense of isolation.
Ahtohallan, the mystical river of memory, had been cryptic, offering little more than a firm, insistent push that she was needed elsewhere. That she was the only one who could stand against the threat that loomed over this world.
Who or what that threat was, she hadn't the faintest idea. But she could feel it, the cold that went beyond the physical, a chilling presence that seeped into the very air around her, dark and foreboding. It felt familiar in a way that made her uneasy, like a twisted reflection of herself. Her steps slowed as she reached the edge of a frozen cliff, the icy winds whipping through her hair. She glanced down at the vast expanse below, her heart heavy with the weight of her mission.
Anna, she thought, a pang of homesickness tugging at her heart. She wished she'd had the chance to say goodbye, to explain why she had to leave so abruptly, but there was no turning back now. She had to keep going, had to find the source of this dark power and stop it before it could spread beyond the icy landscape.
The world she found herself in was cruel and cold, but so was she, when she needed to be. She takes a deep breath, and then continues walking the snow not even shifting under her feet. Marshmallow follows closely behind, his massive form a reassuring presence in this bleak, frozen wasteland.
As the days turned into weeks and then months, Elsa's initial resolve evolved into a cautious and calculated approach to survival. She had long ago realized that this land was dangerous, not only because of its unforgiving cold but also because of its inhabitants.
While the landscape was barren and desolate, she knew she wasn't alone. The remnants of ancient civilizations, the signs of life she had encountered, all pointed to one undeniable truth: there were others here, and they might not be as welcoming as the people of Arendelle.
She couldn't afford to be reckless.
Elsa had no idea who, or what, might be watching her, and she had no desire to draw unnecessary attention to herself. The threat she had been sent to confront was still a mystery, but instinct told her that staying unnoticed was her best chance at survival until she could understand this world better.
Using her powers, Elsa began to create small snow creatures to aid her in her quest for knowledge. She crafted delicate snow owls, their feathers intricately detailed, with eyes that gleamed like shards of ice. These owls flew high above the treetops, scanning the land below with a silent grace, their presence almost indistinguishable from the falling snow. They were her eyes in the sky, watching for any signs of movement, any indication that someone, or something, was nearby.
She didn't stop at owls. Elsa's imagination took her further, and soon she had a variety of creatures at her disposal.
Small snow mice scurried across the ground, slipping into narrow crevices and burrows, eavesdropping on the faintest of whispers carried by the wind. They were her ears, picking up snippets of conversations that might reveal more about the people who lived here.
Tiny snow foxes darted through the underbrush, their sleek forms nearly invisible against the snow-covered landscape. They were her scouts, mapping out the terrain and alerting her to any dangers that might lie ahead.These creatures gave Elsa a sense of security, a way to explore and learn about this world without exposing herself to its inhabitants.
Through them, she discovered much about the North, the harshness of its winters, the resilience of its people, and the looming fear of the White Walkers, the icy beings of legend she has seen while scouring the lands.
The thought of someone with similar powers but using it for malicious intent makes her shiver, it explains why she has been sent here, as guardian of the element of ice, it's her duty to get rid of tainted ice. The more she learned, the more she realized how precarious her situation was.
This world was not a place for the faint-hearted, and its people were hardened by years of survival against the elements and each other.
Her caution paid off one evening when her snowy owls spotted a group of men moving through the forest, clad in black cloaks and armor. They moved with purpose, their faces set in grim determination. Elsa didn't know who they were, but the sight of them sent a shiver down her spine. She withdrew deeper into the woods, instructing her snow creatures to keep a close watch on the group.
From her hidden vantage point, Elsa observed them for several days. They were disciplined, well-organized, and seemed to be on some sort of mission.
She overheard snippets of their conversations through her snow mice, catching words like "Wall," "Wildlings," and "Night's Watch."
The Wall, she deduced, was a massive barrier of ice that separated the realms of men from the untamed wilderness beyond. The Night's Watch was a brotherhood sworn to defend it, though from what, she wasn't entirely sure.
The Wildlings, she gathered, were a group of people who lived beyond the Wall, free from the rule of any king but facing dangers Elsa could only imagine.
The more she learned, the more she understood that this world was teetering on the brink of disaster. The threat Ahtohallan had warned her was real, tangible, and growing stronger with each passing day. The cold she felt in the air wasn't just the chill of winter; it was the creeping advance of something far more sinister.
Despite her caution, Elsa knew she couldn't hide forever. She had to find a way to confront this darkness, but she needed more information. She needed to know the land, its people, and the full extent of the threat they faced.
She couldn't do it alone, and she certainly couldn't do it while staying hidden in the shadows.
Yet, revealing herself too soon could spell disaster, not only for her but for everyone she had come to care about in this world. As the weeks wore on, Elsa became more adept at using her snow creatures to gather intelligence. She sent her snow owls further afield, instructing them to fly to the Wall and beyond, to observe what lay in the icy wilderness that seemed to haunt the Night's Watch. Her snow mice scurried into the encampments of the Wildlings, listening to their tales of survival and the threats they faced from the creatures of the night. The snow foxes remained her eyes on the ground, watching for any signs that the White Walkers might be on the move.
Through her creatures, Elsa learned of the growing tensions between the Night's Watch and the Wildlings, of the rumors of a great army of the dead rising in the North, and of the desperate need for unity among the living if they were to survive the coming storm.
She knew that her powers could play a crucial role in the battle to come, but she also knew that she needed to be careful. The people of this world were wary of magic, and she didn't know how they would react to someone like her, a stranger with abilities they couldn't understand.
Abilities similar to their greatest foe.
Despite her wariness, there were moments when Elsa found herself tempted to reveal her presence. She saw the exhaustion on the faces of the Night's Watch, the fear in the eyes of the Wildlings, and the desperation that permeated the air. She knew she could help them, that her powers could make a difference.
But each time she considered stepping out of the shadows, she reminded herself of the danger. If she were discovered, she could become a target, not only for those who feared her, but also for the dark force she was meant to confront.
So Elsa remained cautious, using her snow creatures to gather information while she stayed hidden in the cold, silent woods. She continued to train herself, refining her powers and preparing for the inevitable confrontation that loomed on the horizon.
She knew that the time would come when she could no longer remain in the background, when she would have to step forward and face the darkness head-on.
Until that moment arrived, Elsa would continue to learn, to adapt, and to survive. She would be the unseen force that watched over the North, the silent guardian who prepared for the battle to come.
The world didn't know she was there, but when the time was right, they would. And when that day came, she would be ready.
The wind howled through the camp, whipping at the tattered tents and carrying the bitter chill of the North. Jon Snow sat by the fire, his cloak wrapped tightly around him as he stared into the flames, lost in thought.
The Wildlings around him were a mix of restless energy and weary resolve, each one knowing the dangers that lay beyond the firelight. The tension in the camp had been growing, fed by rumors and sightings that no one could fully explain.
Tormund Giantsbane, ever watchful, approached the fire and plopped down beside Jon, his breath visible in the freezing air. He offered Jon a half-smirk, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.
"You hear what the others are saying, Jon?" Tormund asked, his voice low, carrying the weight of something that had been on his mind for a while.
Jon turned to him, his brow furrowing. "About what?"
Tormund glanced around to ensure no one was within earshot before leaning in closer. "The creature. Some of the scouts and hunters have been talking. They've seen it, Jon."
Tormund leaned back and chugged on his horn of wine. "And it's not just one or two of them; it's becoming more frequent." He burped out.
Jon's expression grew serious. "I've heard the stories, Tormund. A massive figure made of snow and ice, towering over the trees. But you and I both know how these tales can grow with every telling."
"Aye," Tormund agreed, humor fading from his voice.
"Except it's not just tales this time. I know a few of the men who've seen it, and they're not the kind to scare easily, not even out here. They say it moves like a shadow, silent and fast. Only seen at a distance, but always watching." Jon stared into the fire, the flames reflecting the conflict in his eyes.
The Wildlings had always been a superstitious lot, but he trusted Tormund's judgment. If Tormund believed there was something out there, then it was worth paying attention to.
"Have they said what it looks like?" Jon asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Tormund nodded, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Aye. They say it's like a man, but much bigger, and made entirely of snow and ice." He looked at the fire warily.
"Glowing eyes, they say, and strong enough to tear a man in half. But it doesn't attack. It just watches, from the edge of the woods, like it's waiting for something."
Jon felt a chill run down his spine, and it wasn't from the cold. At first, they assumed it was a resurrected giant, but then someone got up close and found that to not be the case.
A creature made of snow and ice, he had seen magic, strange magic beyond the Wall, things that defied explanation, but this… this was something different. It reminded him of the White Walkers, but the reports suggested this creature wasn't one of them. It was something else, something unknown.
"We need to find out what it is," Jon said after a long pause. "We can't afford to ignore it, not with everything else happening. If this creature is a threat—"
Tormund cut him off with a shake of his head. "Or it might not be. The way I see it, Jon, if it wanted to hurt us, it would have done so by now. But you're right—we need to know what we're dealing with."
Jon nodded, though the uncertainty gnawed at him. The North was vast and full of secrets, and this was just one more mystery to add to the list.
Something told him this creature, whatever it was, could be important.
"I'll go with you," Tormund offered, standing up and brushing the snow from his furs. "We'll take a small group, go where it's been seen, and see if we can draw it out."
Jon rose to his feet as well, his mind racing. "We should leave at first light. The sooner we know what we're up against, the better."
Tormund grinned, his usual bravado shining through despite the seriousness of the situation. "First light it is. But let's hope we don't find out it's one of those stories that's true in the worst way."
Jon merely forced a smile, his thoughts already turning to the journey ahead. Unknown to him, the figure they sought had been watching them closely, her presence revealed only through her snow owls—silent, vigilant sentinels. Elsa, the mysterious being of snow and ice, had been using them to spy on Jon and Tormund, her curiosity piqued. She was cautious but intrigued, interested in meeting them and understanding their purpose in the North.
Elsa stood at the edge of the frozen clearing, her breath hanging in the air like a delicate mist. The silence of the forest was oppressive, broken only by the distant rustle of wind through the trees. She could feel it—a presence that sent a shiver down her spine, not from cold, but from something far darker. Marshmallow, her loyal snow guardian, loomed behind her, his massive form a comforting shadow in this eerie landscape.
The Others were close. She could feel their icy gaze even before she saw them, a malevolent chill that seemed to suck the warmth from the air. She had encountered many strange and terrifying things in this world, but nothing like the Others—creatures that felt like the antithesis of everything she was.
A soft crunch of snow underfoot made her turn, and there they were, emerging from the shadows of the trees. The Others, White Walkers, as the Wildlings called them. Tall, pale, and eerily beautiful in a way that was both captivating and horrifying. Their eyes burned a cold, blue fire that seemed to pierce right through her, and in their hands, they held swords of ice, shimmering with a deadly light.
Elsa had faced many challenges in her life, but the aura of death and cold that clung to these beings was unlike anything she had ever encountered. The cold they emanated was not natural, not the crisp, refreshing chill of winter she was accustomed to, but a deep, biting cold that seemed to suck the life out of everything it touched.
She took a step back, instinctively raising her hands, and the snow around her swirled to life, forming a protective barrier of ice and frost. Marshmallow growled low in his throat, positioning himself between her and the approaching threat.
The leader of the Others, a figure taller and more imposing than the rest, stepped forward, his blue eyes locked on Elsa. He raised his sword, and the cold intensified, creeping into her bones, threatening to freeze her where she stood. But Elsa stood her ground, her eyes narrowing as she called upon her powers.
With a flick of her wrist, sharp icicles shot from the ground, aiming for the Others. They dodged with unnatural speed, moving like shadows, almost as if they were part of the cold itself. Elsa gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her composure. These creatures were not just opponents; they were a force of nature, as much a part of this world as the snow and ice she commanded.
The leader stepped closer, raising his sword once more. The cold was unbearable now, but Elsa focused, pouring all her energy into a barrier of ice that sprang up between them. The sword struck her barrier, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then, with a resounding crack, her ice shattered, sending shards flying in all directions.
Elsa gasped, the force of the impact sending her stumbling back. Marshmallow roared, charging forward, his massive fists crashing down on the ground, sending shockwaves through the snow. But the Others were relentless, dodging his blows with inhuman agility.
As the leader of the Others stepped through the remnants of her shattered barrier, Elsa knew she had to act quickly. She gathered her strength, focusing on the cold within her, the pure, untouched ice that was hers alone to command. With a powerful thrust of her hands, she sent a wave of freezing energy toward the Others.
The wave hit them, and for a moment, the cold fire in their eyes flickered. The leader paused, his sword raised, as if assessing her power. Elsa took the opportunity to press the attack, her hands moving in fluid, graceful motions as she sent another barrage of ice and snow their way.
This time, the leader did not dodge. He met her attack head-on, raising his sword to deflect the ice. But Elsa's power was not so easily dismissed. The ice wrapped around the blade, creeping up his arm, slowing his movements. She could see the surprise in his eyes, a brief flicker of emotion that gave her hope.
But it was short-lived. With a snarl, the leader broke free of the ice, his sword swinging in a wide arc. The air around them crackled with cold, and Elsa barely had time to react before the blade came crashing down, shattering the ground at her feet.
She was thrown back, landing hard in the snow, the wind knocked out of her. Marshmallow charged forward, his roar echoing through the clearing as he tried to protect her, but the Others were too fast, too skilled. They danced around him, their movements fluid and ghostly.
Elsa struggled to her feet, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold was overwhelming, but she forced herself to focus. She could feel the power within her, the same power that had created Ahtohallan, that had saved Arendelle time and time again. She could do this. She had to do this.
With a cry, she unleashed her full power, sending a storm of ice and snow swirling around her. The clearing was consumed by a blizzard, the wind howling as the temperature plummeted even further. The Others hesitated, their eyes narrowing as they tried to see through the storm.
Elsa seized the moment, pouring every ounce of her strength into the ice, the cold, the very essence of winter. The snowstorm intensified, swirling faster and faster until it was a blinding white wall. The Others were caught in it, their forms barely visible through the thick snow.
But Elsa didn't stop. She focused on the leader, the one who had shattered her barrier, who had looked at her with those cold, blue eyes. She could feel the connection between them, a thin thread of understanding. He was powerful, but so was she.
With one final push, she sent the storm crashing down on him, the ice wrapping around him like chains. He struggled, trying to break free, but this time, Elsa didn't let go. She tightened her grip, the ice growing thicker, stronger, until he was trapped, encased in a cocoon of pure, unyielding ice.
The other Others hesitated, their movements slowing as they realized their leader was captured. Marshmallow took advantage of the moment, his massive fists smashing down on one of them, sending it sprawling into the snow. The others retreated, their eyes flickering with what could only be described as fear.
Elsa stood in the center of the clearing, her chest heaving, the cold wind whipping around her. The leader of the Others was trapped, his form encased in ice, his blue eyes still burning with that cold fire, but now they were focused on her, and there was something else in them, something that made her shiver.
Respect.
The other Others melted back into the shadows, leaving their leader behind. They had been defeated, at least for now. But Elsa knew this wasn't the end. The darkness Ahtohallan had warned her about was still out there, growing stronger every day.
But she had won this battle. She had faced the darkness and emerged victorious. And as she looked down at the frozen form of the Other, she knew she would be ready for the next time.
Because this world was cruel and cold, but so was she, when she needed to be.
Snapping out of her encounter with those beings, Elsa rose from her seat within the cold embrace of her makeshift cabin, its walls shimmering with the soft blue glow of ice.
The structure, hidden deep within the forest, was a masterpiece of her own creation, formed from the purest snow and ice, shaped by her powers into a sanctuary.
Here, she felt safe, secluded from the dangers of this harsh world, yet connected to it through the eyes and ears of her snow creatures.
The snow owl perched on an icy ledge near the entrance, its feathers blending seamlessly with the frosty surroundings. Through its eyes, Elsa continued to observe the Wildlings gathered around their fire, the scene playing out in her mind as if she were standing among them. The distance between her and the camp was considerable, but through the owl, it felt as though she were right there, listening to every word.
The conversation between Jon Snow and Tormund Giantsbane echoed in her mind. The mention of Marshmallow, her loyal guardian, had stirred something within her—a mixture of pride and apprehension. The Wildlings had noticed her creation, and now they were seeking it out, driven by curiosity and perhaps a touch of fear. They had no idea that the massive snow creature was hers, that it was bound to her will and existed to protect her in this strange and dangerous land.
Elsa's gaze shifted to the walls of her cabin, the intricate patterns of frost weaving across the ice like delicate lace. She had poured her heart into this place, crafting it as both a home and a fortress, a place where she could control her powers without fear of harming others. But the presence of the Wildlings, so close to her sanctuary, made her uneasy. Should she reveal herself? Should she step out of the shadows and show them who she was?
She sighed, her breath visible in the frigid air. The idea of exposing herself to these strangers was daunting. She had seen enough of this world to know that trust was a fragile thing, easily broken and difficult to rebuild. If she revealed herself, would they see her as an ally, or would they fear her, as they feared the White Walkers and the other unknown dangers of the North?
Elsa leaned back against the icy wall, her fingers tracing the patterns of frost as she pondered her next move. There was a part of her that wanted to reach out, to find allies in this unforgiving world. But there was also a part of her that feared the consequences, the potential for misunderstanding, for conflict. She had come here to stop the dark force that
A/n:
Totally crackish, and honestly wrote this a long time ago and had it in the back burner, edited it and decided to post it.
Wanted to get it out of my stockpile.
Would be open to continuing if y'all like it.