Frozen Beyond [gxg]

Storm

Anna was sleeping on her shoulder while Keahi was resting her head in her lap. Olaf snuggled up close to Anna and Pips was sleeping up against Keahi.

It had been a few hours since everyone migrated to their cabin and despite needing rest, Elsa couldn't fall asleep. She ran her hand over Anna's bangs. Her sister took in a deep breath and snuggled in closer to her side.

But the creaking and rocking of the ship were getting more violent. Steps in the hallway paused as Jarrah stood in the doorway, soaking wet. "It's getting pretty bad out there, we might need Ki's help."

"We'll be out in a minute," Elsa whispered, trying to wiggle out of everyone's grasp.

But Keahi seemed to have a sixth sense and was already getting up carefully and moving Pips to a pillow where she didn't wake. She got up and stretched, nearly losing her balance when the ship lurched.

Elsa grinned and got up, navigating Anna and Olaf. When she stood, she pulled the blanket up to Anna's shoulders. She headed over to Keahi, the ship lurching again, but she didn't have Keahi's balance and sealegs and nearly fell.

Keahi caught her by the hand, "Look at those unreliable land legs."

Elsa scowled, using Ki for balance and righting herself. Both heading above deck on the heels of Jarrah.

The night was billowing with angry clouds swirling overhead, the swells of the sea rocking the boat violently. The sky had a more crimson undertone now that they were directly in the clutches of the storm.

Lightening sprawled across the sky, like a skeletal hand reaching for the heavens. The rain was light, the dense, wet smell clung to the air.

But something else stirred, Elsa leaned over the railing to look at the dark, choppy water below.

She felt something dark there; it made ice lurch from her fingers and slowly freeze the hold she had on the railing. If Hel was getting close to breaking free of Nifelheim, what dark creatures started to make their way into the world? Or become brave enough to show themselves? Taking a step back, she turned and scanned the deck for Keahi, Jarrah, or god's willing, Saphire.

Jarrah was tying a rope and Saphire was in the crow's nest high above. She searched for Keahi, just as a stream of lightening lit the deck she watched Keahi propel down one mast before tying the rope off as she landed back on the ground.

A few other men rushed around the deck, and Elsa did her best to avoid them. She didn't know how to sail. Sure, she had poured over books when she was younger, but nothing to prepare her for hasty sailing in a storm. Rushing over to Keahi, she reached out to touch her arm. Keahi's green eyes found hers.

Elsa sighed, rubbing her forehead.

Could she not look at her like that? She always had that whimsical look that Elsa was the best thing she laid eyes on. "There's something dark in the water, it feels like magic, but it's..." Elsa trailed off. It was a lot more sinister than just magic. It felt inky and dark, corrupted. "Can you feel it?" She asked Keahi, brows drawing foreword in concern.

"I can, but my magic is not as sensitive as yours," Keahi replied, pausing.

Before Elsa could ask what's wrong, everyone paused when the sound of a fiddle drifted through the air.

And a webbed hand slapped against the railing as the creature lifted itself up from the choppy waters of the sea.