The Cold Empress

PROLOGUE

"You can't marry a man you just met." 

-Queen Elsa; Frozen 

DISCLAIMER: A Jack/Elsa movie doesn't exist. Nuff said. 

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THE COLD EMPRESS 

PROLOGUE 

In the early days of kings and queens, castles and empires, cobblestone streets and villages, magic was anything but a figment of one's imagination. It was real, true and very much possible. Anyone with half a brain knew that. But one fact that every single mortal on the land of Earth perceived, was that magic and sorcery were banned, illegal, feared, and considered to be the 'devil's incarnate.' 

Mages, they were called. They hid themselves in fear, terror and for some, in spite. For mages, witches, and anyone in any land or kingdom who had any connection with magic were hunted down and burnt at stake. Their magic was useless against the village mob and the Royal Militia. And so their secret was to remain a secret, if they wanted to live. 

But there was a certain kingdom in the far west, where rumors concerning the Royal Family spread like wildfire. The Royal Family of Arendelle, rumor has it, was a family of mages. 

"Time is running out." The king furrowed his eyebrows and opened an old trove. Outside the castle was one great, big and angry mob. Everyone turned on them. The villagers, the Royal Army, the maids and guards; every single villager of Arendelle screamed bloody murder and insisted on burning the Royal Family on the stakes, forgetting everything the royalties had done for them. 

It was three o'clock in the morrow when their acquaintances, friends and business partners decided to gather, blasting cannons and trying to burn the mansion down. The family awoke with a startle and barely managed to block everything with ice. The rumor proved to be true, after all. Arendelle's rulers were mages of ice. 

The castle gates, doors and windows; every single opening was blocked with sheets and sheets of thick ice. And inside the bare mansion was the Royal Family in a state of distress. 

"Is everything going to end, mother?" princess Anna sobbed, clutching her older sister's sleeve with shaking hands. 

The queen, who both the princesses look up to entirely answered with a gentle smile. "Hush, child. Everything's going to be fine." She hugged both her daughters, but not once showing a single emotion of fear. 

The king led his family through the never ending halls and reached an underground passage. That was when the grand doors upstairs had suddenly opened with a big blast of the cannon. The king handed his family a brightly lit lantern and a peculiar ice key. 

"You know the way, my queen. I shall stay here and fight." The king turned to leave, but his wife wouldn't let him as she desperately grabbed onto his arm. The two princesses continued to weep, and ran to hug their father tightly. 

"We can fight together, we must fight together." The older princess suggested with a tear-streaked face, hearing the men upstairs cause various ruckus of sounds. 

"Or we can leave right now." The younger one insisted. The king gravely shook his head. 

"You have to pass through the borders and into the mountains; where you must live happily and peacefully. The men will catch up on us so I must stay and buy you time." The king pressed on, now leading his three most loved girls into the dark entrance. 

"I'll stay by your side." The queen forcefully said, and the king, despite the situation, simply chuckled and tucked his wife's hair behind her ears. 

He looked into her eyes; the same eyes he had been mesmerized and captured in for thirty long years. The royal queen's face was completely calm and serene, but her eyes betrayed her composure. They looked scared, frightened, and confused. The king left one lingering kiss on her forehead and whispered, "You've never looked more beautiful than you do now. Take care of our children." And with that, he had pushed them in and closed, locked and fastened the door. He smiled with relief as he made with way upstairs and faced the storm head on. 

That night, the king had perished with the thought of his dear family, and with an arrow to the heart. 

Princess Elsa's heart felt like it was going to burst any minute now. The king, her father, was in grave danger. Her grip on her sister's hand tightened. 

"Father's going to be alright, isn't he?" princess Anna stuttered, and her sister reassured her with a tense nod. 

'No one is going to die. No one.' Elsa thought, as their mother stopped in front of the stone door leading right outside the castle gates. 

The queen then gently took off her necklace with a blue, tear-drop shaped stone and handed it to the younger princess. 

She spoke calmly, but quickly. "This was passed from generations after generations of our family. It symbolizes our magic, and who we are." She looked into her daughters' eyes. "Never forget who you are." 

"Mother, why?" the older princess whispered quickly. 

'Because who knows what might happen outside these doors.' 

"I love the both of you very much." She hugged both her daughters, them replying with muffled voices, and opened the door which later changed everyone's lives.