Reborn

22 - Beckoning

Elsa let out an involuntary gasp and her eyes stung as the man's words sunk in. Her hands began trembling, snowflakes began floating down to the ground around her.

She suddenly became aware of Kristoff's voice calling out her name. She focused on his voice, right now it was the only thing keeping her afloat. She turned to him and she saw that he had his palms outstretched in a calming fashion. "Hey, it's okay. We don't know if that's true yet," he said, sounding more confident than she knew he felt. Still, it helped and soon the ice vanished.

Anna's very lucky to have a man like Kristoff, she thought and she turned back to the tribe's leaders only to see them and some people who had gathered around having recoiled in horror, expecting the vision to come true then and there. Elsa sighed. People were always going to be scared of her with her powers. That would never change. So, why does it still bother me?

"Did it say what I would do?" she asked tentatively.

The man who had been speaking shook his head slowly. "No...no, it didn't," he replied, obviously still getting over the scare of the snow suddenly appearing. "But, it said a sacrifice must be made to prevent this."

Those words froze Elsa.

She immediately remembered her dream she had. In the dream, a voice had said "A sacrifice must be made"

It can't be a coincidence that both he and I have a dream saying that a sacrifice must be made to stop something.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, "What sacrifice?"

~

Elsa stood at the bottom of the stairs, debating on whether or not she should go in. The leaders said that the voice in the vision didn't say, but that they recommended that she go to the cavern on top of their mountain, where they said 'The answers would reveal themselves'. After being lead to the mountain by a guide, she had climbed up the steps carved into the mountain (by herself) and now she had reached the entrance to the cavern and was suddenly nervous about going in.

Come on, Elsa. You need these answers.

Taking a deep breath, hands clasped infront of her, Elsa slowly mounted the steps.

She heard whispering, but she couldn't make out what was being said. Elsa sensed that they were calling her - like this place was tugging at her, telling her that this was it. That this was where she should be. That this was the object of hers and the others journey. And she sensed that the voices were friendly.

Looking down, she saw that the steps were not carved, like in her dream, but instead the walls were.

Peering closely, she saw that they were carved with the same images of crystals, leaves, and other weather-related images like in her dream.

But no rose.

She let out a breath she was surprised to find that she had been holding.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she then found herself in a large, circular room carved out to have a dome ceiling. In the very middle of the floor was a perfectly carved circular pit that was three-feet deep and filled to the brim with water. On the wall opposite her that was directly infront of her as she stood in the entrance with the pit of water directly between them was the carving of the rose from her dream.

She swallowed.

The whispering had stopped, as if they had been having a private discussion and she had walked in.

Or like they've led me to my destination.

The water seemed to glow slightly. Curious, she stepped forward. Then stopped. Nothing happened. The water continued to glow at the same light intensity as before. Taking another breath, she continued forward. The water seemed to glow brighter with each step that she took towards it.

She took a step back and to the side, and took three more steps back. The glow dimmed with each step she took away.

It's responding to my presence, she realized with a thrill of excitement. She continued heading towards it, it glowing brighter as she headed towards it. Arriving at the edge, Elsa peered down into the water. She could just barely make out the bottom due to the intensity of the glow. Sensing that this was what she was meant to do, she raised her foot and stepped out onto the water. The light became brighter, making her squint and raise her arms to shade her eyes. She felt the light traveling through her, and sensed it was...talking with her powers.

Wow.

She raised her head towards the ceiling, trying to escape the intense radiance of the light. Her arms outstretched and a smile touched her face as she sensed her powers really growing. She opened up the palms of her hands and twirled them around, streams of ice and snow forming images in the air. Too fleeting for her to see what they were before they disappeared.

She continued making motions in the air, seeing what she could create. As creations and formations began to form - some stayed, some vanished a split second after coming into being - she felt a sudden power surge and raised her arms, crossing them at the wrists. Just before she let it all go, she suddenly heard the whispering resume.

This time, she sensed that they were evil.

She then remembered how the rose in her dream turned on her, making her bleed.

It's a trap.

She tried to run, but the light wrapped itself around her, holding her tight.

She couldn't break free.

~

It watched Elsa struggle, Phoenix standing beside It, Elsa's parents still unconscious. It took on the form of a goat and smiled. Elsa would never break free of these restraints. It had been ingenious - give the tribe that took Elsa and the others in a vision so that they'd take her in and send her up here to receive the answers.

Into It's waiting arms.

It tightened it's grip on Elsa, seeping inside of her, infiltrating her bloodstream, hacking into every single fibre of her being. Like her sister, she would eventually be fully absorbed into Its being, vanishing from the physical world into the spiritual world. Just like the others of their kind It had vanquished years ago before these two escaped Its clutches.

And this time, there would be no-one to stop It.