Linking Fire and Ice

Chapter 1: Trapped

Elsa sat up to find herself in complete and utter darkness. She didn't know what was in the room, if there was anything at all. Colour was non-existent, and even she could sense the coldness about the room. She looked up to see the moon in a tiny window. The window was a draft-emitting gap, simply containing two metal bars.

She was in a dungeon cell.

She fully awoke herself, her senses instinctively clicking with the area. She heard breathing.

"H-hello?" Elsa spoke. She could just about visualise her breath. It must be really cold, Elsa pondered.

Her tied hands struggled and moved around the dungeon cell, trying to get familiar with her location. Her tied hands landed on something soft.

It was hair.

The hair was short, which made her instinctively think that it must be a man (or possibly a short haired woman) in with her in the cell.

Her tied hands travelled down to the man's shoulders. She struggled to shake him to wake him up. "Excuse me, wake up please."

The man fumbled, his breathing increasing slightly. "What's going on? Where am I?"

The voice instantly clicked something in Elsa's mind. She recognised the voice, but couldn't quite put a finger on the owner of it.

"I'm not sure," Elsa replied to the man's question.

"Who are you?" he said.

"Look, that doesn't matter at this current moment in time. The question of most importance right now is where we are and how we got here."

Elsa heard the man move around. "What are you doing? I can't see."

"I'm standing up."

Elsa remembered something.

Ice powers.

Elsa pointed her finger, shooting a blade of ice into the air, she directed it to the centre of the tie that trapped her hands. The ice blade sliced right through them, freeing her.

"Are your hands tied up?" Elsa questioned the man. She saw a reddish-orange glow in the dark. It appeared to be fire.

"I'm not now."

"Wait... is that fire?"

"Yes, I was born with fire powers..." the man said.

"Could you use them to light things up in here a bit?"

The man was surprised to discover that the woman he was talking to seemed unaffected by the fact that he had powers. He shook the thought from his mind and concentrating on getting a light source for the two. He fumbled around, managing to find what appears to be an old pile of sticks. He lit them with a click of his fingers.

"Much better," Elsa said.

Then she looked up to see who the man was.

Hans.