Chapter 2
Queen Reva continued to stare at the scorched curtain until she heard Elsa’s voice ‘mama, are you alright?’ ‘yes I’m fine… it’s just… how did you do that?’ the Queen asked to which Elsa and Ayla just glanced at each other before shrugging ‘we don’t know’ but before Queen Reva could utter another word her husband, King Enver, entered the room. ‘What on earth happened in here’ King Enver questioned looking at the curtain ‘it’s nothing dear, nothing’ Queen Reva insisted smiling but the King was deadly serious. ‘Papa, I did it’ Ayla admitted walking forward towards him, ‘Ayla you know you aren’t allow to play with matches, you could have hurt yourself’ the King knelt in front of her and rested his hand on her delicate shoulder. ‘Matches? No Papa I didn’t use matches… look’ Ayla opened her fist once more and revealed a bright orange flame.
For the first time in many a year the King was speechless, he continued to kneel on the floor and stared at the flame in confusion as to how Ayla was creating it. Moments passed and eventually with a flick of the wrist, Ayla managed to make the flame disappear from view and back into her hand. ‘Ayla we must keep your gift hidden, you cannot leave the castle and you must not go near Elsa’ King Enver mentioned sympathetically ‘what why? That’s not fair, Elsa has powers too’ Ayla cried to which King Enver looked over at Elsa who hung her head down ‘is it true?’ Elsa slowly nodded her head then lifted her hand and opened her fist to reveal snowflakes hovering just above her palm. Once again the King was speechless.
‘Darling we must do something, people will find out and accuse the girls of witchcraft’ Queen Reva noted to her husband, ‘yes I know my love. We must limit the staff and close the gates to the public, and I think it would be best for you and I to travel overseas to find someone who can help’ King Enver explained to which the Queen nodded her head with regret etched on her beautiful features.
‘Girls I think it would be best for you to retire for the evening as it’s already getting late’ King Enver stood up, the twins nodded their heads and curtseyed before hurrying out of the room and running up the stairs to the shared bedroom. ‘Do you really think Papa will lock us in the castle’ Ayla asked as she sat on her bed making a fireball ‘yes I think he will. If it keeps us safe he’ll do anything’ Elsa replied hugging her knees to her chest. ‘Come on Elsa, why aren’t you trying out your powers they’re fun’ Ayla exclaimed happily ‘fun?! They are not fun! It’s a curse, if people find out, we’ll be convicted of witch craft’ Elsa screeched creating a strong wind to howl about the room.
‘You are so selfish. There are thousands of people who would love to have such a gift and you’re going to let it go to waste’ Ayla shrieked causing the room to heat up, ‘I would gladly trade my powers for a normal life, I never asked for this… I don’t want this’ shards of ice rose from the floor ‘well I think our powers are amazing even if you don’t’ was Ayla’s final words as she threw a fire ball at the ice causing them to melt instantly before she exited the room slamming the door loudly behind her.
‘I never wanted this’ Elsa whispered to herself as she lowered herself to the floor and began to sob quietly. She knew that she couldn’t control her powers so she knew that eventually she would hurt someone.
Ayla hurried to one of the guest rooms and quickly locked the door once she was inside. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she opened her hands to reveal towering flames emerging from her palms, she threw her hands up and the flames created exquisite patterns on the ceiling without burning a single thing. For hours she continued to play with fire, literally. Her powers were dangerous, uncontrollable… and utterly perfect.
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Let It Burn - NaNoWriMo14
FantasyElsa and Ayla, almost identical in appearance but completely opposite in personality. One is timid, reserved and has the ability to create ice and snow whereas the other can destroy everything with her fire for on one tragic day her heart turns crue...