The War Between Queens [COMPLETED]

The War Between Queens Begins

~Elsa, Days Later~

I woke up, panting as I breathed in the deep scent of grimy dirt. Something brushed against my arms. I didn't remember...anything. Nothing rang a bell. Just two phrases.

A war between queens?

Jack Frost.

None of them made sense. I searched my mind for anything else–nothing. There was nothing else. No family, no life.

Not even a name.

I struggled in my tight space, and found myself unable to breathe. My fingers curled around the substance I was embedded in, recognized it, and fought against it with a new need to scream. The earth. I was in the earth.

I've been buried alive.

I clawed at the dirt with my hands, feeling it collect underneath my fingernails and invade my nostrils. I couldn't tell which way was up or down. I repulsed at the thought of going deeper into the earth, the very word sending abhorrent, sickening waves of nausea.

Then my fingers felt it. Air. Air cool against my now-grubby skin. I pounded on the thick layers of soil until they broke free–and welcomed fresh oxygen into my lungs.

I spat out the small specks of dirt that managed to make their way into my mouth, and glanced around the vacant area. A stone grave sat solemnly behind me, runes inscribed in the tough granite.

Fog caressed the mossy grass that had parted at the mound I'd emerged from, and over the graves of two others. I quickly stood and brushed off every ounce of soil I could find. The mere mention of it in my mind revolted me.

The clearing was abandoned, all except for the leftover flowers wrapped in bouquets that crunched under my feet.

"My queen,"

I twisted around, and my pupils lied upon a bat. His bright red eyes studied me as his tiny wings flapped with ease to perch on my shoulder.

"Um..." I didn't know how to react. Did bats talk usually? I didn't think so. His body, covered in raven-black hair, rustled with every move he made.

"Are you alright, dear Queen Elsa?" The words came from his tiny lips. It was him. I nodded faintly..then shook my head, my hair swooshing past with the taint of dirt. "No..did I just..die? And when did bats start talking? Did I go insane?"

His little bat shook as he let out a squeaky chuckle. "My dear Queen Elsa, you are a Neglector. You could not see immortals in your 'human' life, but when you died, you became one. You are, and always will be, the fantastic Queen Elsa, of ice, snow, and the cold ones."

"The cold ones?" I interrupted him.

He nodded gravely. "My kind, usually known of this age as the devil vampire, but I, and all of us, serve you, my queen."

He paused as his eyes watched my face. I didn't know what to think. I was a queen? Who died and made me queen of anything? More importantly, queen of vampires?

"You still seem confused, Queen Elsa," He murmured.

"Well...I did just die, didn't I? I would be heartless if I didn't feel anything, and yet even though my heart has literally stopped beating, my emotions are still intact–"

"That's immortal puberty, honey."

I swiveled around, so quickly that Dracula lost his grip on his shoulders and flew to keep up with me. Yards away, in the gloom of the fog, was a woman. Her hair was nothing but thick vines and petals, knotted into a very inhuman design. Her figure was curved, outlined by a dress of moving roots, and among those, gnawing roses. When I said gnawing, I meant the roses actually had teeth. And sharp ones at that. They growled as their thorns bunched up around them, a poisonous amber drool dribbling down the crimson petals. Her face was covered in a skin-like bark, similar to the kind in rain forests. Sharp cheekbones, taunt nose, and a detail I thought was amiss.

Her eyes. I expected a dark nothingness, for some odd reason. The void was now filled with a flickering yellow that swirled like the sand on sun-bathed beaches.

"Who are you?" I asked, although it felt like I was repeating myself.

"An old..hmm. Funny. I cannot think of a word to describe our relationship. How about 'A war between queens'?"

She knew the phrase. I stumbled back, but as I did, Count Dracula flew out in front of me. His body stretched lengthwise and his bat wings slowly grew to cover his body. Pale skin was revealed among the coal-colored hair, and a man now stood in front of me in battle formation.

"I am Count Dracula, the queen's personal protector. If you plan her harm, I will not allow it. You will be devoured in darkness," He hissed the last words with his Transylvanian accent as his fingertips sharpened into claws.

The woman simply sighed and her arm flew to the right. A huge root erupted from the ground and twisted around Dracula, throwing him off into the distance as he let out a shout. No. He tried to save me. Not my protector.

"Hey! Leave him out of this!" I pushed my hands out and frost flew from my fingertips. It spiraled out and hit the woman, who cursed and tried to shake off the new piercing layer of ice.

"Well, better than last time," A devilish smile formed on her olive lips. There was a last time?

"Oh dear, that's right. You don't remember. That stinks, how am I supposed to make puns if you don't understand them? How about I help you with that terrible mishap," Her arms flung outstretched towards me, but this time, nothing happened. Roots did not come out from the surface of the earth. Vines didn't wrap around me and try to squeeze out every ounce of life. Not even a tremor in the ground.

Just memories.

It was painful. Images of my past fluttered by like pages of a book, a horrific chapter at each turn. Anna, my kingdom, Rapunzel–

Jack Frost. And the realization that I was fighting Mother Nature in front of my parent's graves.

She smirked. "That's better, Ms. Elsa is back. Enjoy your new kingdom, Queenie. I hope you find it...amusing." As her gut-twisting chuckle followed, she sunk back into the ground. And stayed there.

For many years to come.

~One Hundred and Ninety-Four Years Later~

Dracula shut out the sunlight with the curtains of the windows, his tone serious.

"My dear queen, you have come of age," He locked the doors sharply, and the noise of Hotel Transylvania drowned out along with the prickling laugh of his daughter, Mavis.

"It is time."

I turned and looked at him and beyond to the mirror on the wall. I was there, braid on my left shoulder, dressed in a short white skirt and thigh-high socks that were partially hidden by silver boots. A snow-colored collar shirt clung to my torso with a sterling vest layered on top of it. The small ring on my finger I had discovered that was glued to my skin on the first day I was immortal glimmered with blue diamonds, sparkling sapphires, and precious aquamarines. My red lips smiled and the crystallized bat wings on my back lifted slightly in response to his next sentence.

"You are now, and forever, a Guardian."

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Author's Note: Okay, this is FINALLY the end of the prologue. I hope you like Dracula, I made him much more macho in this chapter but he's still the loving father we all know and love from his film, Hotel Transylvania. And I buried Elsa alive :3  oopsies. Don't worry, I got what I deserved. I got stung by a bee today >.> I'm looking at Mother Nature and I don't think she's happy about being an antagonist. Stay tuned and keep being awesome!!