Percy Jackson Goes to Arrendale (Percy Jackson Frozen crossover) - Abandoned

Let It Go

Screams and shouts followed Elsa as she fled from the castle. At every step over the vast expanse of the fjord of Arrendale, ice formed underfoot, thick enough for her to put her whole weight down on it.

Dreadful, that's what it was. Absolutely appalling. Tears ran freely down her face and froze before they had the chance to fall from her cheeks.

As she climbed the mountain, she feared what might be following, so she never looked back.

She climbed continuously up the mountain, passing the occasional tree or bush. She climbed though her legs screamed in protest and exhaustion. She climbed until she was nearly asleep on her feet, and even then, she plodded onward. The Queen carried on as she crested peak after peak and crossed ridges and plateaus. She climbed until she couldn't go higher without traversing the North pass. Finally, she slowed to a stop. The air up here was biting and cold, clawing at her throat as she inhaled her first true breath since she had run from the castle. The cold hurt, it bit at her throat and the inside of her nose. Elsa parted her lips and smiled, relishing in the sheer emptiness around her. She was grateful for the pain the cold air caused her. It was refreshing.

Elsa turned around and marveled at how far she had gone, for as far as she could see in any direction, mountains rose from valleys and ravines. They reached for the sky and tore at the clouds. Their beauty was incomparable to anything she had ever seen before. Nothing back in her castle even came close. Where she was, the sheer, untamed power of winter ran free, unchallenged by even the most blistering summer. She was free, free from anything that could have held her down before.

She screamed to the heavens above and her smile threatened to tear her face in half. She had never felt so alive.

She was Winter.

The Queen of the Cold, the Feared, the Queen of Winter.

You'd better watch out Summer... She thought with a smile, Nothing can ever tie me down again, It's time I let it all go...

Elsa turned her back the way she came and continued on her way, and as she went, she sang to the wind, to the cold, and to the earth.

This world, it's mine. Nothing to hurt. Nothing to hide from. And no rules holding me down.

I'm free.

The Ice Queen stopped abruptly and unclasped her cape. She tossed it nonchalantly into the screaming winds and watched as it floated away on a breeze of her own making.

Magic swirled deep in her core. Shooting her hands out, almost as a reflex, her curse washed clean from her skin in the purest for she had seen since she had struck her poor sister when they were but children. Snow materialized in the wake of her movements and curled up from the ground in puffs of powdery crystals.

On she went, she raised a snowman she recognized from her youth she had made with her sister and a tear came to her eye before she could stop it and she immediately wiped it away.

Flurries sprung up in her wake, blurring, and completely erasing her tracks. Elsa smiled at her handiwork, but never stopped, she just kept on going. Through the North pass she trekked and up the side of the infamous mountain.

Elsa effortlessly produced a bridge from her fingertips as she crossed a tremendously enormous crevice in the ground. The jagged edges of the bridge smoothed out as soon as she lay her foot on the first step. As she bounded up the steps, she sheared the ice crystals from the immaculate bridge she had created.

At the end of her staircase, she pranced forward and planted her foot in the ground, her mouth set in a wide grin.

Let's see how strong I really am.

From her planted foot, ice crystals shot outward with dizzying rapidity, spreading out with a design like a lone snowflake before a blizzard, when suddenly, the ice changed direction. It grew upward and downward, raising the platform like a stage and then wall sprouted from the supporting pillars. Majestic battlements and ramparts grew from nowhere, spires of ice reached for the sky and swirled around in an intricate pattern.

At last, Elsa focused her energy entirely on a single spike of frozen water sprouting downward like a stalagmite. From that simple bit of ice, crystals grew outward and transformed into something more, something wonderful. It grew into a chandelier unlike anything in the world. The beautiful contrast of smooth and sharp cascaded down an intricate puzzle of swirls and twists. It all whorled together in a masterpiece of majestic beauty. 

The Queen of Winter strutted out onto an open deck while freezing her dress into oblivion and replacing it with one made entirely of ice. From her hip, the new dress split, revealing her right leg from mid-thigh down to her ice clad heels.

She reveled in the sunrise across the mountain range, and as soon as it was over, she turned on her heel and slammed the door.

You know what? I don't think I thought this through. What am I going to have for dinner?

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There we go! Lets end it on a lighter note! Next chapter might be out sooner than normal but probably not this week. I got a couple of projects and tests soon at school that I need to study for and make sure I know at least remotely what I'm talking about. 

Should I put a word count on my chapters?

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