Frozen Heart (Dark Side of Fairytales Collaboration)

Prologue

A DARKENED room whose floor was turned to ice was layered with another freeze that came from a young girl's foot. Like a snake that it crawled on the pillars and engulfed them. The laughter of two little girls that once prevailed over the serenity of that night was converted into a scream of a young girl whose foot spewed the ice.

The snow-filled room nearly shattered when she screamed for her parents to help her little sister.

"Mama!"

"Papa!"

The temperature on Anna's body is rapidly dropping; tiny spiky ice begins to protrude from her small fingertips in the color of blood. Her cheeks begin to emit blood-red crystals as well and the helpless Elsa could do nothing but watch in despair how she nearly tried to kill her younger sister.

The king and queen shortly arrived a moment and the current sight of their youngest daughter instinctively prompted the queen to pull down some curtains to wrap them around Anna's body.

The king called for his horse and they quickly rushed Anna to the mountains where the trolls dwell.

Grand Pabbie had feared that the magic was too strong for him but with the king's plea, he aided the young princess and successfully cures her.

But that did not come without a price.

Since then, Anna's memory of Elsa's magic was altered and replaced with images suited for kids that play in winter.

The king and queen then isolated both sisters and moved Elsa away from Anna's room. Though being separated from each other, the king and queen's anxiety overnight wouldn't allow them to sleep. And thus they finally agreed to reverse the lock on Elsa's door, allowing only the people from the outside to open it, locking her in.

And each day food is only provided to Elsa through the hole at the bottom of her door that the king and queen created.

They treated her like a prisoner but it made her feel like a monster. Elsa never saw her parents again as they never dared to visit her for once. The door to her room was never opened since. She had nearly lost track of the days that she had almost forgotten how everything looked like outside.

Elsa longed for the warmth of the Sun. She longed to feel the warm hugs of the people she cared about the most. She longed to feel the touch of human warmth.

Barely eight years old, young Elsa disgustingly gazes at her own image in the mirror. Though the two young girls bore the same clothing, the same color of platinum blonde hair, and the same pale white skin, there are, however, quite a few things that differs her present image from what she normally appears.

Her frozen heart always changes the color of her eyes from blue to red, it protrudes red spiky ice covering almost the right portion of her face but it always leaves her eyes unconcealed.

The tears that fall from her eyes instantly freeze due to the immense coldness of her body. Her tiny sobs only worsen the wintery condition of her room.

But the thing that Elsa will never understand is the sensation of love.

She'd always asked herself the question: "What is love?"

"Can anyone have love?" she once asked her mother prior to the incident.

Her mother chuckled at her innocent question. "Of course, my darling. Anyone can have love."

"Do you love me? With who I am?"

"With all our hearts." The queen leans and planted a soft kiss on her cold forehead. "Your father and I, and even Anna, we love you with all our hearts."

She ended her flashback with a series of ice blasts on the mirror, shattering it into thousands of pieces.

"But it was all a lie, isn't it?" The cold tone emitted by her voice matches the coldness of her power. "You all lied to me. You never really loved me."

"No one loves me," her voice drops into a whisper as her knees bent to the floor.

Elsa's thirst for human warmth was the result of an undeniable fact about her--- the fact that she could not comprehend the meaning of love.

But the locked door to that room has never been enough to hold Elsa inside and prevent her from killing anyone. A secret passage was somehow mysteriously crafted within her room and Elsa would use that passage to sneak out.

Using her ice, she'd climb up the high fences of the castle with ease. A little girl of her age and deadly ability fears not the dangers lurking in the kingdom--- for it is she that should be feared.

Her small pair of feet left a trail of ice footprints on the paved streets. But she wasn't walking aimlessly under the starry night. The decorated sky full of stars did not pique her interest to wonder in awe. Her eyes are set tonight on something far more precious than stars.

A good bloke in his forties slowly takes his pace towards his home when he noticed a small pattering sound following him behind. Upon looking back, he meets face-to-face the first daughter of the king and queen.

"Y-your Highness? What are you doing out here all alone?" asked the innocent man.

Just so happens that the moonlight beamed directly at Elsa overhead and upon lifting her face, the man staggered back in fear and lost his balance.

He dragged himself backward, unable to call for help when his voice was drowned by the horror of the young princess' terrifying appearance. His trembling lips justified the fate he would suffer that night.

"Forgive me. I just can't help it. But doesn't love gives warmth?"

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