Hunger Games: Fandom Style

District 5 (Frozen)

The dam loomed as high as ever in her peripheral vision. Elsa wondered, for perhaps the thousandth time, how much of the water it held back she could freeze. Her palms itched to find out.
No. She pulled her gloves higher. Conceal, don't feel. No one could ever know. Her parents had told her what the Capital would make her do, what they would turn her into, if they ever found out. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them see. Especially not now, now with the cameras rolling around all over District 5.
"Elsa! Over here!" Anna huffed as she wormed her way closer to her sister. "There you are." Impulsively, she grabbed Elsa's hand.
Else jerked back. She'd nearly killed Anna once before, proving that the monster the Council would try to bring out in her was never too far from the surface. She couldn't risk hurting Anna again.
It was too late for that, though. Hurt was already welling in Anna's eyes. Their parents hadn't wanted to tell her. Perhaps they would have, someday, but now it was too late. Now it was Weselton who sat in the mayor's chair on the stage instead of her father, and she and Anna had walked here from the orphanage instead of hand in hand with their mother from the townhouse.
Sera West, their District's escort, bounced up to the microphone. How did her head stay up with earrings that big? And her gloves were useless fishnet, no good for anything, although admittedly, they did look better than the too big work gloves Elsa had been forced to use after Anna had accidentally ripped their mother's precious white ones. Anna had beaten herself up over that for weeks.
At least this was her last year. All Elsa had to do was get through one more year, and she would be safely nineteen, old enough to be free from the reaping. Old enough to leave the orphanage and to take Anna with her.
Please, she prayed, please just get me through one more year.
And then, like a nightmare, the name was called.
"Anna Arandelle."
Elsa stood frozen as Anna walked forward. She tripped and fell on her face on her way to the stage. The Peacekeepers dragged her to her feet.
Frost was gathering around Elsa's feet. No, calm down, calm down, don't be the monster they want you to be.
I already am. I nearly killed Anna -
So now I have to save her.
Sera didn't even look surprised when she volunteered. "We're having a positive epidemic of volunteers this year. Way to represent your district! What's your name, dear?"
"Elsa?" The disbelief in Anna's voice broke her heart.
I did love you, Anna. I only stayed away from you to protect you. I'm so sorry I couldn't do more. I'm so, so sorry. "My name is Else Arandelle. Anna is my sister. And I love her more than anyone or anything else in this world."
A hush fell over the crowd. Sera actually sniffled. "On to the boys, then. Let's see we have - Hans Southson."
Hans stepped forward shakily, but he stopped to look back at his twelve brothers. Almost imperceptibly, they all took a step back.
Despite this, Hans practically swaggered his way to the stage.
"Any volunteers?" Sera asked brightly.
The wind answered. It was the only one.
"Alright then, shake hands with your fellow tribute, please."
Elsa held out her gloved hand. Instead of shaking it, Hans swept into a bow and kissed it lightly.
Sera squaled.
A regular Prince Charming, Elsa thought. One that'll have to die if I'm going to get back here so that Anna can have my victory money.
Hans was smiling at her. "If I have to leave the district, at least I get to leave with a beautiful woman."
One with a heart so frozen not even your flattery can melt it. She smiled back.