Kingdom Hearts-Original Stories, Oneshots, & Reader Inserts[Discontinued]

Ice, Fire, And Anxiety[Axel X FEM Ice Princess Reader]

    There planned to be extra special guests arriving at the castle today, and Elsa, Anna, and you all wanted to look your best for it. Having only been there for a few months, under the special training of Elsa for your ice powers, Elsa had you in her room prepping and reviewing things you would need to know.

    "Remember your mindful breathing," Elsa spoke in her normal authoritative voice but had a hint of softness she only used to persuade you during your lectures. She stood in front of you as you sat on her royal bed, her arms behind her back to avoid distractions. "And whenever you feel the need to freak out, just remember to take a body scan and breathe. Taking control of yourself can help when it comes to using your powers." The freshly applied red glossy lipstick shined as bright as she smiled brighter.

    You nodded but sighed, patting over your stomach.

    "Kinda hard with the corset," you admitted with your low and shy voice.

    Elsa had to drop her head as she shook it with the smallest grin tugging her lips; she couldn't and wouldn't believe you. "Leave the room if you have to," she continued as a gentle reminder, "Don't feel forced to stay there."

    "I know, Elsa. But I feel calm today, so I think I'll go."

    Giving moments thoughts to Elsa's guests, you wondered who they were. Were they like you and Elsa with Ice powers? Or regular people that you knew not off? They could be another royal family—powerful in so many possible ways. The opportunities were endless.

    The thoughts provoked your anxiety—which was bad and really affected not only the control of your powers, but your health too, and the safety of the kingdom. You had to perish the thought. If you were lucky, you would only have a couple panic attacks a day; compared to living back at your kingdom, here was so much better since you could have so many that it took days to thaw the latches on your door.

    However, for the past couple of months now, you'd stayed in Arendelle to train with Elsa who had ice powers and controlled them amazingly; you longed to feel that control, and luckily lately you had. When you had no panic attacks, you felt free and carefree. For the past eight days, there had been no icy accidents and hoped you today—especially since company from elsewhere planned to appear—would be the ninth. It would be not only a great victory but an outstanding accomplishment. Just barely, you could smile at the thought.

    "I'm proud of you." Elsa placed her hand on your shoulder, sending confidence throughout your body and making you stand up straighter like a proper lady. "Keep it up."

    "I will, Elsa. Thank you."

    "Your majesty, your guests are here!" On the other side of Elsa's door, one of the many servants warned you two.

    Elsa looked to the door, then at you. "Finish up here and meet me in the throne room, OK? I'll keep the guests warmed up for you." She rubbed her hands together, about as ready as you were, cause she knew the accomplishment at stake as well.

    "Of course, ma'am." You nodded and watched as she left; Elsa gave you a thumbs up before she was out the door.

But you never knew that your confidence would leave with her.

    You took a deep breath in before you stood and prepared. You carefully laced up the silky dress brought in for you by the servants under Elsa's orders, and fixed your hair delicately up with your golden tiara. Your hair tangled at first with the crown, sending a small sense of dread throughout your body, especially through your nerves. Desperately wanting to fix it sent a nasty sensation up and down your arms. What if it didn't untangle by the time you left the room? Or if you pulled a clump of your hair out? You'd be disastrous and a humiliation to Elsa's side. God, you needed help running the brush through the back of your hair, but the thought of asking a servant scared you more than anything else. Other than Elsa and Anna, you didn't talk to others, really.

Oh God, that meant that you couldn't talk to these guests.

    Placing the brush down on Elsa's vanity, you took a long and hard look at yourself in the mirror and gulped. Were you good enough to go out there and face them?

    "Madam, are you ready?" Elsa's servant asked you again.

    You flinched at the sound of his voice and called out, "J-Just a moment! I'm fixing my dres—no, applying my makeup!"

    "Take your time, Madam."

But how much time? You asked yourself before you slapped on some of Elsa's lipstick and rushed out the door.

    To the right was the long way to the throne room, where you could escape through the ballroom under the eyes of no one.

    "The throne room is that way Madam," Elsa's servant pointed out before you could head your way. Dang, caught.

    Stopping in your tracks, you bunched your chest in a slight ball of discomfort and spoke out barely in a whisper, "I-I knew that."

    They nodded their head.

    You turned the right direction and held the edges of your dress as you tried to walk without your legs shaking—unsuccessfully. Once your legs began shaking, that's when you knew the ice caps would grow on you if you weren't careful, starting on your finger and toe tips. As calmly as you could, you lifted your chin pridefully and walked. You focused on your breaths mindfully, noticing your shaky breath as you forced it in and out. Matching your footsteps with your inhales and exhales as Elsa taught you, you closed your eyes briefly and tried to ignore the anxieties of the world.

    "Hey, do you know where the bathroom is?"

    The focus you had on your breath stopped abruptly as did your rhythmical walking. Your eyes shot open, thinking someone was talking to you. Your cheeks flared and your stomach twisted.

    But, oh how lucky you were. Down the hall, an unrecognizable man talked to one of the servants and not you. However, he stood at the top of the staircase you needed to cross to make it down to the ballroom—in your way. You noticed his strange attire for your land with these foreign clothes you had never seen before—a weird style of jacket you wouldn't expect anyone to wear in all the kingdoms over a flannel style shirt. His pants definitely were not formal and he wore boots that probably gave him an extra few inches to his already tall frame; he would tower you in a second.

    His hair was red, and not the color of red Anna had—fire red like flames danced off it.

    And suddenly you two met eyes. His were this emerald green that sparkled with something you couldn't put your hands on.

    The redhead's lips curled to a toothy grin before he ran a thumb over his bottom lip quickly.

NO. I can't do this, your mind screamed and you spun the opposite direction, racing off, not being able to face him.