Reborn

18 - Twisted

Elsa slowly climbed the stone steps, intricately carved with images of crystals and autumn leaves and other aspects of the other weather. The air was chilled and bit her bones, despite the fact that she was wearing suitable clothing for the high climate.

Hmm, she frowned. What's going on?

One of the carvings on the top step caught her eye and she knelt down to get a better view. Her fingers reached out and gently grazed the carving as she marveled at it's beauty and elaborate creation. It was of a single rose just starting to open up. A small smile touched her face.

Then the picture started to move and the petals started to open. Elsa felt a prick in one of her fingers that were resting on the carving and gasped as her fingers recoiled. A single drop of blood fell through the air and splattered on her dress.

Suddenly, Elsa felt something slam into her chest, knocking her down the steps. The air around her was turning red. "No!" she cried out, jerking up.

Something rattled as her arms jerked, refusing to allow her to move. She looked down and saw that her wrists and ankles were chained to...to an alter!? Her breath came quick and fast as she desperately concentrated all of her powers at the chains, hoping to freeze them to the point of fracture.

Nothing happened.

Not even a snowflake.

She grunted as she kept jerking her arms, tugging and pulling, hoping to break the chains free.

Squelch, squelch...

She froze. She moved again.

Squelch, squelch...

This time she felt a little dizzy.

Then she realized that the squelching sound was coming from her. Looking down, she saw a dark pool forming on her chest, soaking into her clothes, steadily stretching wider.

Oh, crap.

She heard the faint whispering of wind. She frowned. Words were forming as the wind continued to whisper. She strained her ears, almost catching what was said, almost understanding, but then the sound seemed to dip, disappearing as if it had all been a figment of her imagination.

Fog began hovering infront of her. She saw a person in the fog, but wasn't sure whom it was. It shivered and rippled and seemed to pulsate, preventing her from seeing the image clearly.

Then, like the veil of fog had been pulled back, she saw the face. An Ice Giant, she realized.

"A sacrifice must be made..." a voice, just at the edge of her mind, whispered, the image fading away.

Suddenly everything seemed to rumble and shake.

CRAAACK!!!

Suddenly her stomach dropped as the altar she was on vanished and she began falling down towards a bottomless, churning black mass.

"Free your spirit...the holes must be filled...the fife turned...for a life must be spilled for the offence to burn..."

"Snowflake?"

"Mother?" Elsa gasped. Her mother's face appeared before her, face crinkled with laughter as Elsa tried to tame a little racoon that she had found.

Her mother let out a happy sigh as she watched the young Elsa play, her fingers absentmindedly playing with a necklace around her neck. "My little snowflake," her mother sighed.

Suddenly there was a scream. She saw them. Her parents. On that fatal night. The terror in their faces as that final wave crushed them.

Them slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Her and Anna playing as kids before the Separation. Elsa instinctively