"Mi Carámbano" is an Elsa x Isabela Madrigal fic taking place during the events of the first 'Frozen' movie & one year before 'Encanto'.
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Isabela Madrigal was blooming flowers for the town when & an odd wind pattern picked up her flowers. She became distracted by it & followed. Isa's youngest sister, Mirabel, had also seen the patterns.
Their abuela witnessed Isa pushing off chores to 'dilly-dally' with her sister & now angrily trailed after them.
A few strange magical moments later- Isabela, Mirabel, & their abuela were pulled to a land foreign to them. Flags of indigo & emerald waved high & mutterings of coronation ran thick.
Officials flooded the docks, gates opened, & the festivities didn't end. Excitement was so heavy that none noticed three faces being dropped off by a... water horse?
Though bells rang & people cheered, Elsa was petrified. Her social life had been sorely limited for the past thirteen years, & today it all changed. She refused to let her people, & her sister, down. She rehearsed time & time again, but couldn't restrain the ice. What if they all saw? What if she's not ready?
What if Isabela & Elsa meet, learning all the things they have in common?
What if they fall in love?
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(Elsa's sister,) Anna, Mirabel, Elsa & Isabela (alongside a sassy iceman, his reindeer, & an unwitting snowman) explore a story of freedom & heartache. As well as the importance of "love" in its purest form: Family. By blood, or not, both can heal frozen hearts.
I don't own the characters or any of Disney's work in this story. Hence why it's called fan-FICTION.
I'm also not glossing over or replacing any themes in Frozen or Encanto. I'm doing my best to still highlight those separate stories as well as aspects of Isa's heritage, and a story of wlw love. I'm not Latine or Indigenous so I'm very open to corrections & suggestions so call me out if I mess up anything at all.
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A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.