I sighed and put my head in my hands, feeling the cold energy rush from my fingertips. It had been summer in Arendale for so long. I missed the days when winter froze the lakes and snow blanketed the ground. That was where I belonged, not in this dreadful heat and sun. Despite my sister's assurances, I knew that I was not meant to live here, in Arendale. That much made itself blatantly obvious. Even the people, though they tried to hide it, steered clear of me as much as they could. I was an outsider in my own home, my own kingdom.
It's ironic. My reign was only about two hours. Usually, it would be a good fifty years before someone would give up the throne; but not me. I don't belong. I belong in isolation. Why? Because I'm a freak. I hurt people. But sometimes, hurting people feels right. I don't know why, but it does. Freezing them gives me this sensation that I can't explain. But I have one problem; ice thaws. I then heard a voice. A male voice. "Hello?" It said. I hid. Oh joy. A naive Arendalian who came in to kill me; most likely. I took a peak at the young boy. He was dressed oddly; not like anything i've seen before. This boy was not from Arendale. Perfect. I smirk came into play as I walked down the steps, approaching the young boy .
Time to have a little fun, I thought. As I approached him, I let the cold rush of energy stored behind my fingertips flow, and I watched as a tendril of icy snow curled around the boy's face. He looked up and started, taking a step back. I couldn't hold back my smirk as the boy's jet black hair started to form a layer of ice crystals. He ruffled it aggressively, causing a puff of tiny white, sparkling particles of snow to drift to the ground. I watched him shiver.
"Who are you?" I asked, letting my voice take that of command. "Why have you come to Arendale?"
A blast of cold air hit his face, causing him to suck in his breath.
I waited for his look of apprehension, or fear, or even hatred- the expressions I usually received from the residents of Arendale after displaying my curse. This olive-skinned boy was clearly not an Arendale native, though, and would not be familiar with it's ex-queen's curse. Or the ex-queen, for that matter.
The boy blinked once, twice. I waited, but his expression continued to be one of bewildered- was that amusement?
"Princess Elsa. A pleasure. Nico di Angelo." The boy held out his hand. Idiotic move, I thought, and shook it long and hard. The boy 'Nico' must have felt the chilliness of my hand, because he pulled it back. I grinned. He returned the grin. What? Why? What is this boy?
"Pleasure to meet one of royalty."
I nodded.
"But if you're a princess, where is the king? Queen? People?" The young boy raised an eyebrow. He was difficult.
"I ran away, because I've killed people." I smirked. He stood there emotionless. "And now, it's your turn." Icicles shot out of my hand. I aimed for his chest; but he dodged. The boy drew a sword. Great confusion showered me. What? The boy looked like a simpleton; and usually simpletons didn't carry such weapons.
"Forgot to tell you; I'm a son of Hades; the God of the Underworld. Once my sword touches your skin, you'll be sent to a place I know you won't enjoy."
"And where is that?"
"Tartarus. The underworld. Also known as Hell." The boy smirked.
"Who do you think you are, to question me, Princess Elsa, Sister to the Queen of Arendale, and Ice Godess of these lands?" I asked, a cold fury creeping into my voice. "No mere boy can best me." I shot a dagger of ice toward his left eye, but he ducked out of the way at the last second.
"I am not a mere boy," he replied, swooping his blade over his head in an arc, bringing it down to rest at my heart. "I said, my name is Nico."
"And you have traveled here to Arendale to kill me?" I hissed as the point of his sword bit ever so slightly into my chest. "On whose errand?"
"No, princess," Nico said, a grin returning. "I'm not actually here to kill you. I'm here to recruit you."
I blinked, "What? Recruit me? For what purpose?"
He rolled his eyes, and dropped his sword to his side. "We- I mean, me and six other halfbloods- need your help."
"What makes you think I'll help you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow defiantly. Helping people was not one of my strongest suits.
"Well, seeing as you're in the middle of running away, I doubt you have anywhere to go and anything better to do. Also," Nico raised his sword again. "I have a very sharp object I can use to convince you."
I put my hands up in surrender. Well, not really. My plan was to kill those "halfbloods." Not to help them. I don't help people.
"Well, what do you say?" Nico asked.
"It's a maybe."
"Why say maybe when you can say yes?"
"Why say yes when you can say no?"
"You win."
"So do I."
"Shut up."
"No, I think you should."
As the boy answered, "No, I think you should," I put on a straight face. "Enough with the silliness. Show me these six half-bloods. I shall see if they are worthy of my help." I crossed my arms. The boy put the sword back into his belt, and bowed. "Very well then. I'll be back in a few minutes, Lady Elsa." He smiled; dimples came into play. He turned around to get the other halfbloods. I felt a rushing sensation go through me, and I didn't know why. It was intoxicating, and nothing like I have ever experienced before.
