Into the Unknown (A Frozen Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

ELSA TRAVERSED THROUGH a majestic autumn forest with the brisk air from the morning, her long platinum hair blowing over her shoulders. The train from her shimmering white gown glided behind her as she ran her hands along the bark of trees.

She glanced around as deer grazed on the grass, squirrels raced up and down trees, and birds chirped above her head. It all seemed so peaceful. She smiled as she folded her hands in front of her, taking in the beauty around her.

Her gaze was drawn to two squirrels who playfully stalked up to her and sat at her feet, both staring up at her.

She looked down at them with a bright smile. "Why, hello there." She crouched down, hoping to touch their soft fur, but before her hand could reach them, they both scurried off in the opposite direction.

She giggled. "Hey, wait up!" she shouted as she took off in a sprint to keep up with the squirrels. They both ran so quickly it was hard to catch them.

Just as the two squirrels dashed up a tree, Elsa was suddenly thrown backwards by an invisible force. She landed on her side, skidding along the grass to a stop. She clenched her eyes shut tightly as pain erupted from her side. She pushed herself up with her elbows and slowly relaxed her facial muscles. Her eyes shot open when she became clear of her surroundings. 

Fire! Blue fire!

She quickly hopped to her feet, frantically gazing at the fire as it burned the trees and licked at the grass. Something to her left caught her attention. The two squirrels she had been chasing were now two little fire balls running around screaming in agony.

"No, no, no!" She thrust her hands forward expecting ice to burst forward saving the two creatures, but fear struck when the ice didn't come.

She looked down at her hands as they shook. She tried once again but got the same result. The two squirrels only inches away slowly fell to the ground, both giving off a high squeal as they perished and their burnt flesh filled her nostrils.

"No!" She flung her hands forward, but still nothing happened.

A sudden cold sensation washed over her body. She turned around to find a woman standing before her. She levitated off the burnt grass and snowflakes danced around her in the air.

"Is this really what you wanted, Elsa?" Elsa clenched her jaw. "You should have come alone," the woman continued. She stretched out her arms gesturing to her surroundings. "Now, because of your foolishness, this is your future. The forest is doomed."

Elsa balled her hands into fists. "What did you do to me?" she shouted. She jabbed a finger at the woman. "You took away my powers!"

"It was not I, Elsa," the lady's icy voice returned. "There is a man on your boat. He is destined to destroy us all if you do not stop him. He has the stone. I don't have control over myself. Stop him, find the stone, and save us before it's too late."

Elsa shook her head. "What are you talking about? What stone?"

The lady didn't respond, but she felt a sting on the left side of her neck. She reached up to find what had caused the pain, and something slick coated her fingers. She withdrew her hand to notice a red substance painting her palm. Her eyes grew wide and her heart began to pound against her chest. Blood?

"What is this?" she asked the woman before her. "What's happening?" The blood began to thicken, running down her shoulder and staining her white gown as it dripped to the dead grass. It continued to gush as she pressed her hand against her neck.