Fire & Ice || Elsa x Female OC/Reader

Chapter 1: Let It Go

Elsa x Female OC / Reader

OC has to hide who she truly is. Because everyone knows that fire melts ice. There was no way that Elsa would ever accept her for who she was.

OC can't control her powers. She should never meet the Ice Queen.

(This features a female OC but you can imagine it as your own OC or Reader)

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"You should come to Arendelle, Alison!" Olaf exclaimed, walking into the wooden shack, snow trailing along behind him.

Alison had met Olaf a year ago. She ran into him when he was chasing some 'Snowgies'. Alison chose not to ask about what the hell Snowgies were.

She slumped into a chair, "Olaf, I-" her hand went to rub her forehead in frustration, she quickly pulled it away due to the burning heat, "I can't go to Arendelle!" she gripped the chair arms, "You know I can't..."

"Elsa will let you stay!" he tried to persuade her, making sure not to stand to close.

One of her hands slowly lifted from the chair, she lay her hand flat in the air, "I can't control it." she sighed, a small blue flame emerged from her palm, "Imagine me... Living in the same kingdom as the Ice Queen. That's just a disaster waiting to happen." her hand slowly closed, putting out the flame.

Olaf gave her a sad smile, "I'm sure Elsa and Anna could help you with that."

Quickly shaking her head, "No no no." she laughed, nervously, "They can't know about this. Especially not the Queen."

The snowman had a look of confusion on his face, "Why?"

"Everyone was afraid of her when they found out about her ice powers. Fire powers are a little bit worse than ice." she frowned, "They'll be afraid of me, too. I can't-" she was cut off as the arm of the chair suddenly erupted into flames, making her jump from the seat in fright, "You see! I can't control it!"

She felt the anger and frustration build up inside her. She had to conceal it.

Olaf knew that when she got angry, she was more likely to lose control of her powers. He instinctively moved forward to put a wooden hand on her leg in an attempt to calm her down, "Ali-"

Alison stepped away immediately, "N-No, Olaf. You know it's dangerous to be anywhere near me. I don't want you to melt."

She sometimes wondered why Olaf visited her... She was a hazard to him. But still, he continued to visit despite her protests. He knew that she needed a friend in her life.

Olaf simply watched her clench her fists by her said, her eyes focused on the small fire on the arm of the chair - it was slowly burning out on its own.

He wanted to help her. He was born to help people.

"If you learnt to control it... Would you consider living in Arendelle?"

Alison glanced around the small wooden shack (it was a surprise that it hadn't burnt down yet). She had been living here alone for the past twelve years. Getting kicked out by her parents at the age of ten was rough... That was when her powers had started to emerge. They called her a monster - effectively disowning her.

Having to live in a number of different caves was a scary experience. The first few years with her powers was awful - she just couldn't figure out how to use her powers to keep her warm. But she eventually learnt how to use her powers for her own benefit. Her fire had started out as a bright orange flame... but as time passed it evolved into a powerful, almost icy blue color. She assumed that it was due to living in the cold for many years.