The Fall of Arendelle

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Author's Note:

What inspired me to write this story? Wisty Allgood in James Patterson's Witch & Wizard novels can burst into flames; she has the power of fire, while Elsa in Frozen is able to manipulate ice, snow, and frost at will. I'd love to see how a battle between fire and ice turn out. My ideas expanded from that which led me into creating this crossover.

The story will be written in Whit, Elsa, Wisty, and Pearce's POVs. I'll write Whit and Wisty's chapters in first person like James Patterson did; Elsa and Pearce chapters will be written in third person.

Chapter one will just be on Frozen.

This is my first shot at writing a fan fiction. Hope you guys will enjoy it! 


ELSA

This would be the perfect gift for her nineteenth birthday, Elsa thought as she opened the box and looked at the shiny tiara. It was made of silver, carved in patterns with curves and twists that are joined together seamlessly, forming the shapes of leaves and flowers. It was embellished with diamonds, with a majestic sapphire as its centrepiece.

She worked out the design herself, and had the castle's royal blacksmith made it for her younger sister Anna two days ago, and was tremendously pleased with how it came out. Lords and ladies, guards and knights who had seen the tiara were just as impressed.

Of course, Elsa had kept the birthday gift a secret from Anna. Her sister Anna loved surprises, and Elsa meant to surprise her with this masterpiece. Anna would love it!

She closed the box and placed it in the hole beneath the floor of her bed chamber. A perfect hiding place. Anna loved to come to her room to play with her when they were both little, and she would explore the room and go through her things. She still does that sometimes now. Not that it was a bad thing. But Elsa will ensure that the tiara remained hidden from Anna until the day of her birthday.

Elsa moved to the open window and gazed at the calm summer evening. I froze Arendelle once, she thought, I had inadvertently unleashed an eternal winter on this kingdom. Only it wasn't eternal. She learned to control her powers, used it to thaw the ice and snow, and restored summer to this land. Love was the key to it all, she knew that now. From time to time, there were still moments where Elsa involuntarily froze the wall she was leaning against while casually talking with Anna, or created a layer of ice when twisting the doorknob. That she had gotten used to. What she was really glad of was being able to resist giving in to fear, fear of her ice magic getting out of hand and hurting someone. She had no more need of those white gloves she wore all the time when she was a child to contain her powers. She accepted who she was, and so did the people of Arendelle. There was no reason to be afraid anymore.

The queen yawned and looked at the clock. It was getting late. She had a busy day planning out Anna's birthday feast with the cooks, and needed a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, she'll have to start writing invitations to the royal guests nearby Arendelle, who will be attending her sister's birthday celebration. Although Princess Anna's birthday was still a month away, Elsa and her people were already busy preparing.

Elsa closed the shutters and drew the curtains. She removed her magenta cape, teal gown, and the dark brown flats she wore. She let down her hair, woven in a French braided crown twist bun, to let it fall on her back. Her blonde hair was long and thick. She donned her soft pink nightdress and lay on her bed. Sleep came quickly.

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Elsa turned several times, and then woke up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes. It was still dark in her room, not yet dawn. She must've slept for no more than three hours. She could hear loud noises coming from outside, people shrieking, yelling, the clanging of steel. She heard footsteps of people running within the castle hallways, men bellowing orders mixed with other cries of confusion.

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