Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic. Please be kind, also I am not English so if I make a mistake with the grammar or something please point it out, I learn from that. Just stating is enough. This story is written like you are Elsa Please tell me what you think about it. The Cullens will appear somewhere between chapter 5 and 15. I have not written that far yet. For now I think I will wait for reactions, and a better internet connection then at a camping before really starting to update my story at set times. I own nothing, not in this chapter or in any that follows. Stephenie Mayer and Disney own everything except the new plot. The chapters will get longer later on too.
It was a cold, quiet night in Arendelle when everything began to unravel. The air was crisp, the kind of chill that nipped at your skin and whispered of snow yet to fall. Inside the grand castle, the celebrations of my coronation were in full swing. Laughter and music echoed through the halls, masking the unease that had settled deep within me. Despite the crown now resting on my head, the weight of my secret loomed heavier than ever.
Then Anna happened.
It wasn't just that she wanted to marry Hans; it was the way she announced it. With a blinding smile and a glint of hope in her eyes, she declared her intentions as though it were the most natural thing in the world. But how could I agree? Who marries someone they've just met? Shouldn't love take time—the careful unraveling of layers, the slow discovery of dreams and fears? Shouldn't there be dinners shared, walks taken, and a year or more spent learning everything about one another?
So, of course, I said no.
The word was sharp, firm, and unyielding. I meant every syllable. But Anna? She didn't understand. She looked at me as though I'd crushed her entire world. Her voice rose, frustration and confusion mingling as she pressed me for answers.
"Why do you shut everyone out, Elsa? Why won't you let people in? Why won't you let me in?"
Her questions clawed at the walls I'd spent years building around my heart. But I couldn't tell her the truth. Not about the ice that lurked just beneath my skin. Not about the way a single slip could spiral into disaster. My silence, though, only seemed to fuel her determination.
It happened so fast. One moment, we were arguing, her voice trembling with anger and mine with restraint. The next, she reached for my glove—the thin barrier that kept my powers contained. Before I could stop her, it was gone.
And that's when everything went wrong.
The room felt impossibly still, the noise of the party fading into a muted hum. My breath caught, visible now in the air as frost began to spread from my fingertips. I froze, horrified, as the guests turned to look. Their expressions shifted from confusion to fear as the frost crept across the floor, jagged patterns of ice reaching toward their feet. A gasp escaped Anna's lips, her eyes wide with shock.
"Elsa?" she whispered, but I couldn't answer. My heart was pounding too loudly, drowning out every coherent thought.
The whispers started almost immediately, rippling through the crowd like a storm.
"What is she?"
"A sorceress?"
"A monster?"
The word hit me like a slap, and I stumbled back, my hands trembling. Panic took hold. I couldn't stay. Not here, not surrounded by their stares and accusations. Without another word, I turned and ran. My feet carried me through the castle and out into the night, the cold wind biting at my face as I fled into the mountains.
The frost followed me, an unrelenting reminder of what I was. Snow began to fall, thick and heavy, transforming the landscape into a frozen wilderness. For the first time in years, I let the walls around my heart crumble completely, and the storm inside me raged, unleashed upon the world.
There, amidst the howling wind and swirling snow, I finally stopped. My chest heaved, my breath forming icy plumes in the air. I stood on the edge of a cliff, looking out over the kingdom I'd abandoned. The lights of Arendelle glimmered faintly in the distance, but they felt a lifetime away.
My powers were no longer a secret, and I had no idea what came next. But one thing was certain: nothing would ever be the same again.
As I burst outside earlier, the cold night air had hit me like a slap. The crowd that had gathered gasped, their murmurs echoing in my ears.
"There she is!" someone shouted. The words cut through me, filled with a mix of awe and terror.
I pushed through the throng, my chest tightening with every step. A woman reached out, her concern evident. "Are you all right?" she asked gently.
I stepped back, but my retreat brought me against the fountain. My bare hand brushed the stone, and frost spread instantly, freezing the water solid. The crowd recoiled. Fear painted their faces as they shielded their children and backed away.
Only if I didn't have this power.
The Duke of Weselton emerged from the castle, his voice sharp and commanding. "Stop her!" he yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in my direction.
I raised a trembling hand. "Stay away!" I begged, but my emotions betrayed me again. Ice shot from my palm, covering the ground beneath him. He slipped, and the others around him stumbled as the icy surface spread. The sight of them falling only deepened the chasm of guilt inside me.
I turned and ran. My legs burned, but I couldn't stop. Halfway through the square, I heard Anna's voice calling after me. "Elsa!"
I didn't look back. I couldn't. My feet carried me toward the fjord, where the water stretched vast and unyielding. I searched for an escape, a way to disappear, but there was none. Behind me, Anna's voice rang out again, filled with desperation and something else—love, maybe? How could she still love me after what I'd done?
I turned briefly to see her standing there, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She didn't see a monster, but I did.
As I backed away, I felt the ground shift beneath me. Looking down, I saw ice spreading across the water, solidifying with every step I took. This was my escape. I took a cautious step onto the frozen surface. It held. Confidence swelled within me, and I started to run, the ice carrying me away from the life I'd known.
When I glanced back, the castle loomed in the distance, Anna's figure growing smaller with every step. She wiped a tear from her cheek as she turned away, heading back toward the home I'd abandoned. My heart ached, but I kept moving.
"I'm sorry, Anna," I whispered to the wind. Memories flooded my mind: building snowmen, playing in the halls, the laughter we'd shared before everything changed. If only I didn't have this power. If only we could have been normal sisters.
I looked up at the mountains ahead, their peaks promising solitude. With one last glance at the kingdom I'd left behind, I turned and began my climb. Somewhere out there, I would find a place where I couldn't hurt anyone. A place to call my own.