Legends Unite: The Frozen Flame

Chapter 1: The Frozen Warning

The palace was still, the only sound the soft crackle of the hearth in the grand hall. Elsa stood alone, her breath visible in the frosty air as her fingers lightly traced the cold, smooth surface of the enchanted ice mirror. It had been years since she last dared to use it—years since she’d learned to control the powers that once overwhelmed her. But tonight, it called to her, its icy surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Something ancient stirred within the mirror, a foreboding presence that refused to be ignored.

The room grew colder. The air itself seemed to tighten, pressing against Elsa’s chest as if testing her resolve. The flickering light from the fireplace dimmed, shadows stretching long and thin across the polished floors. Elsa’s heartbeat quickened, but she didn’t step back. Instead, she focused, channeling her magic into the mirror, demanding answers to a question she hadn’t yet dared to ask.

The reflection began to ripple, the once-clear surface warping like a disturbed lake. A biting wind swirled around her, snuffing out the hearth entirely. Elsa shivered but held her ground, her fingers sparking with frost.

Then, the figure emerged.

The Shadow Weaver.

A swirling mass of frost and shadow, its form both formless and menacing. Tendrils of dark mist coiled around its body like serpents, and its face was hidden beneath a hood of frost. Its presence was suffocating, its power palpable. Elsa’s breath caught in her throat as the figure leaned closer, its form pressing through the glass as if it might step into her world entirely.

When it spoke, its voice was an eerie whisper, echoing in the room and deep within Elsa’s mind.

"The frost you wield will not be enough. Seek the Riders, the Guardians, and the Light Bearers—or lose all to the eternal winter."

Elsa’s hands clenched at her sides. “What are you? What do you want?” she demanded, her voice steadier than she felt.

The Shadow Weaver’s reply was chilling, its tone both a warning and a threat.

"The realms are out of balance. Alone, your power is a flicker against the storm. Together, there is hope. Delay, and all will be lost to the cold."

The mirror began to crack, frost spidering across its surface with a deafening creak. Elsa stumbled back, her breath shallow as the figure faded, its last words lingering in the freezing air.

"Find them... or perish."

The mirror shattered with a thunderous crash, its shards scattering across the floor like fallen stars. Elsa stared at the broken pieces, the prophecy echoing in her mind.

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Elsa didn’t know how long she stood there, her heart racing as the icy silence pressed in on her. The Shadow Weaver’s words were clear: she couldn’t face this threat alone. The Riders, the Guardians, the Light Bearers—they were her only hope. But who were they? Where would she find them?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a burst of laughter from beyond the heavy doors. Anna.

“Anna!” Elsa called, her voice sharp and urgent.

The laughter stopped abruptly, followed by quick footsteps. The doors swung open, and Anna appeared, her smile bright but faltering when she saw Elsa’s pale face and the shattered remains of the mirror.

“Elsa?” Anna stepped inside, her gaze darting between her sister and the broken glass. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Elsa took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I had a vision,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “A warning.”