Frozen

Chapter 14

Anna

"Elsa!" I wake with a start from panting in my slumber.

I wish this could all be a dream and not a flashback. Elsa, her expression when she found realization of my traitorship. She will never forgive me and worst, her hand will be forced to kill her own blood. But I can accept that fate. The way I look at that, everyone's fate was laid out at birth: what happens, who you love, when you die, whose hand it will be and wether it's dagger it sword.

I am young. I am dumb and ignorant, but I am not oblivious to what has unfolded because of my role in Han's devious plan. I was completely stupid to succumb to his lies. That is my own fault, my fatal flaw is I trust before I see; I am naïve like a child.

Now my sister has slipped away again. I don't want to be ordered around anymore. Han's hand will no longer be intertwined in mine; my heart belongs to Kristoff. My loyalties lie with my friends: Olaf, Sven, and Elsa. How will I dig myself out of this grave, I'm in too deep, I've done so much that I wish I could forget.

My chambers are large and ominous. The walls are dimly lit by small flickers of torchlight. Shadows cover the walls like paintings in an art gallery. The moon is at its peak, the sun rests. It must be two o'clock in the morning. My nightmares control me; they make me fear, they cause me weary and uncertainty.

But I can ascertain that Elsa must have evaded the city. No guards, hunting parties, or Hans and I ourselves could not successfully locate her. I feel content that she must be safe.

Rumors have been floating like an epidemic of a group threatening to take Elsa off the throne and steal her title. Groups have gathered, circles have formed, plans have been created. Not only must I indirectly protect her from Hans, but I will not let anyone else take her life either.

Elsa may hate me, but that will not stop my heart from admiring her. She is my elder sister, after all. She has changed immensely. When we were young I vaguely discern memories of us playing in the snow, laughing, running inside the infinite corridors, building a snowman. Since our parents ordered her to be locked away and kept silent for most of her life because of her unique power, I surmise that is why she acts distant and cold. Even once she coalesced again, she still never lost her frozen touch or personality. It is who she is to be, it is the fate that has been chosen for her.

Elsa

The millions if tiny, white and fluffy snowflakes impairs my vision. I hope Kristoff can see our way through this storm. I am not aware to where he and Olaf are sending me, but I trust them.

Can you, Elsa? Can you trust him?

Can I? Yes. Yes I can. My name is Elsa, some people call me the infamous Snow Queen, my sister is Anna, my parents are dead, and I will be gone too soon.

My conscious thoughts explode inside my skull telling me that I will be dead soon if I don't change that. They tell me the first step to saving myself: mercilessly ending the lives of people who barricade my path, beginning with my sister.

I have no comment. My love will be difficult to mark warm again, my strings cannot reach the sun. She would not want me around her anymore. I attempted to kill her when I found out what she had done, how she beguiled me with my trust and faith going into her.

So I will end all ties to my previous life, severed clean and crisp. I will escape the sword I thought I was meant to hold. I will leave my crown behind me. I will allow myself to go wherever I wish: to the mountains where I can live in solace. Unbothered in my own kingdom of solitude sounds like bliss.

"Kristoff!" I yell. "Where are you taking me to?"

"Somewhere you will be safe."

"Do not give me that talk," I scorn. "I am not safe anywhere! Hans will have people hunting for me until they find me. He will not rest until he has my head." I squint to see ahead of me. "Tell me we are not going back to Arendelle."

My knuckles change pearl white as my hands clench into fists. I am ready to lash out. This is torture for me, it is a reminder of what I have lost.

I can not step back into that palace, too many memories will flood me and drown me in poison. This is the place where I was alone for years, where my parents never returned, when Anna almost died, and the place I know I will be caught.

He does not reply immediately. He's too busy controlling Sven's reigns. Olaf holds on for dear life to the sides of the brand new sled. His personal snow flurry is no where to be seen - most likely because Olaf doesn't need it in the middle of waves of snow rain.

The pond we skate a long on is being sculpted as we go. My ice covers this lake so that we may pass over. The snowstorm must have been a side affect. We pass over crackling ice pieces that melt back into liquid as soon as we pass over.

"Yes," he says. He sounds guilty.

"I am not returning there, Kristoff. You will not force me back there. I will be caught and my hand will be forced. I will not allow it."

I throw my hands down and the wind and snow ends in a blink of an eye. The violent weather subsides.

"We will not be going anywhere."

"Elsa!" the snowman yells. "We must get back, we have to, it's your home." He smiles, it does nothing to improve my attitude.

They lead you into a trap. Do not take orders barked from peasants.

I have learned to believe the opposite of what my whispers tell me. I hope my judgement holds like a fortress that wins in a war. Because if it does not, I am doomed and will never find my peaceful doves or my halo ring.

Just like my other story, Cruel Crown, I will be updating the previous chapters to be much longer (at least 2000 words) & I'll get around to updating this current chapter later! It will not affect the plot, just more things added & more details! Thanks for reading <3