Daminette frozen - Christmas special

Chapter 11: Let it go

3rd person POV

Bridgette

THE SNOW GLOWS PINK ON THE MOUNTAIN TONIGHT,

NOT A FOOTPRINT TO BE SEEN.

A KINGDOM OF ISOLATION

AND IT LOOKS LIKE I'M THE QUEEN.

THE WIND IS HOWLING LIKE THIS SWIRLING STORM INSIDE.

COULDN'T KEEP IT IN,HEAVEN KNOWS I TRIED. . .

DON'T LET THEM IN,

DON'T LET THEM SEE,

BE THE GOOD GIRL YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE.

CONCEAL,DON'T FEEL,DON'T LET THEM KNOW.

WELL, NOW THEY KNOW.

(Marinette takes off her glove and throws it into the air.)

LET IT GO.

LET IT GO.

CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE.

(Marinette creates a snowman, just like the one she made with Anna when they were children.)

LET IT GO.

LET IT GO.

TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOR.

I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY’RE GOING TO  SAY.

LET THE STORM RAGE ON.

THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY.

(Marinette lets her cape fly back into the wind.)

IT'S FUNNY HOW SOME DISTANCEMAKES EVERYTHING SEEM SMALL.

AND THE FEARS THAT ONCE CONTROLLED ME

CAN'T GET TO ME AT ALL.

IT'S TIME TO SEE WHAT I CAN DO,

TO TEST THE LIMITS AND BREAK THROUGH.

NO RIGHT, NO WRONG,NO RULES FOR ME...

I'M FREE!

(Elsa creates reddish pink ice steps and climbs them.)

LET IT GO!

LET IT GO!

I AM ONE WITH THE WIND AND SKY.

LET IT GO!

LET IT GO!

YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME CRY.

HERE I STAND

AND HERE I'LL STAY.

(Marinette slams her foot down and forms a giant reddish pink snowflake.)

LET THE STORM RAGE ON....

(In a flurry of creative release, she raises the snowflake on ice beams, builds walls, archways, a glistening chandelier, and an intricate ceiling that leaves the sky visible.)

MY POWER FLURRIES THROUGH THE AIR INTO THE GROUND.

MY SOUL IS SPIRALING IN FROZEN FRACTALS ALL AROUND.

AND ONE THOUGHT CRYSTALLIZES LIKE AN ICY BLAST-

(Standing firmly in her mighty ice palace, Marinette removes her crown and throws it.)

I'M NEVER GOING BACK, 

(back to resolve)

THE PAST IS IN THE PAST!

(She takes down her hair and creates a new dress made of reddish pink ice.ELSA

LET IT GO!

LET IT GO!

AND I'LL RISE LIKE THE BREAK OF DAWN.

LET IT GO!

LET IT GO!

(The sun rises. Elsa struts onto out onto a balcony and into the light. She’s free.)     

THAT PERFECT GIRL IS GONE.

HERE I STAND IN THE LIGHT OF DAY.

LET THE STORM RAGE ON!!

THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY.

(She turns and slams her reddish pink ice palace door)

........

Bridgette, Jason and damain ride their horses through two feet of snow. She shivers.

"Marinette! Marinette! It’s me Bridgette ...your sister who didn’t mean to make you freeze the summer. I’m sorry. It’s all my f-f-f-f-f-f-fault" Bridgette shouts.

"Would you shut up" Damian snaps losing.

"Chill out demon spawn" Jason says laughing at his own joke as the other two glare.

Anna, Damian, Jason and the horses struggle through a wooded area.

"Of course, none of this would have happened if she’d just told me her secret...ha...she’s a stinker." She says hearing a wolf howl.

"Would you shut up" Damian says once again.

"What the heck is wrong with you" Bridgette shouts finally getting tired of the boys attitude.

"That's what we ask ourselves everyday blueberry" Jason says.

"Tt I'll kill you Todd" Damian threatens.

A branch of a nearby tree snaps and startling the horses. Bridgette goes flying off, lands face down in the snow while the rest land on their feet.

"Great" Damian says sarcastically as she sits up spiting out snow seeing the horse running away.

"Oh no. No. No. No. Come back. No. No. No. No.... Oooo-kay. " She says.

"It's not working" Damian deadpans as the horses do not return. Bridgette grabs onto a branch of a leaning conifer, tries to pull herself to her feet, but the tree snaps upright and releases all its snow onto her.

  The Northern Lights shine as Bridgette struggles, out of breath, reaching the top of a hill.

ANNASnow, it had to be snow, she couldn’t have had tr-tr-tropical magic that covered the f-f-fjords in white sand and warm --She sees smoke rising up in the distance. ANNA (CONT’D)Fire! WHOA!Anna goes tumbling down the hill. She lands with a crash in an icy stream at the bottom.  ANNA (CONT’D)(from inside the snowball)Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold...    EXT. A SMALL BUI