The cold never bothered me anyway

Elsa the snow queen has now been accepted by her kingdom but she soon realizes that the love she thought could keep her curse under control is now beginning to get out of control once again. Trying to find the answers might prove to be difficult, but Elsa is determined more then ever. How will she find true love? Is there a way? The only thing to help her is a small scroll that her parents had left inside the golden scepter, and the only thing that the scroll says is "Jack Frost" (c)o copyrighted by ☃Olaf Productions☃ A Fan-Fiction of Elsa the snow queen and Jack Frost in a modernized version. This is my first story so any feedback would be appreciated.


5. Pain

Placing both hands shakily on the ground, I slung my body into a sitting position. Feeling sore all over, I grabbed the fabric of my dress and began to dab maniacally away at my face. Sven had spent five minutes slobbering his fat tongue over my face and it had now resulted in a five-minute session of pure torture. Sven triumphantly stuck his tongue out at me as he snorted with pleasure. I felt another fit of laughs bubbling to the surface but shortly cut it off with a weak hand smacking my lips. Anymore laughing and I was most certain that I would collapse from laughter. Remembering that Bulda was here, I craned my head to the side to try and spot Bulda. She was no longer there. I could hear a small commotion going on outside and it looked like Sven had also noticed. Sven perked his head to a side before looking down at me. I smiled and looked into his eyes whilst shrugged. Sven lifted a hoof and pointed it at the ceiling. The carrot from a while ago had not fallen down and was still stuck to the ceiling because of the ice. Sven wasn’t curious about what was going on outside but only wanted to know right now was when he was going to get his carrot. Rolling my eyes mechanically, I flicked my finger and released the carrot from the ice. The ice began to lightly flicker downwards while the carrot rocketed after it. Sven caught the carrot in his mouth and flicked his head up proudly whilst making his way for the door. As Sven left, I tried to stand up quickly, but soon realised that I had stood up a bit too quickly. Feeling the blood waver in my head, I shut my eyes tight and held my hands out so that I would not fall over or knock into anything. The loss of power had obviously left a toll on my body and I was only now realising it. As I held out my hands cautiously, I felt my knees suddenly go weak. I could feel the magic within me begin to go crazy as it wavered and travelled from my legs into my arms.


“Help” I shouted out; but it was too late.


The magic had escaped through my fingertips and was now shooting alarmingly fast at the walls. The ice began to travel across the walls and began to engulf the tiny gemstones whilst snuffing each one out as soon as the ice went over it. The room was becoming darker and darker while the ice began spreading the spreading. Feeling the magic leave my body without my consent was not a first but this time it felt different. The magic that I possessed did not feel like it was mine, it felt… cold.

I felt my cheeks go pink and realized that at any second the ice was going to take over my body and destroy me. As the light snuffed out slowly, my vision was also going along with it. I felt my body waver side by side unsteadily as I felt my arms mechanically stay paralyzed to both sides, resulting in more ice to pour out. As my vision began to take a turn for the worse, I saw a figure appear form the door. The figure was short and round for a second I thought it was Bulda.


“Bulda” I whispered hoarsely.


All I remember from then on was a loud cracking noise and an alarmingly hot feeling on my face. After that I couldn't’ take it anymore.


Everything went black





The feeling of cold, wind was the first thing I felt. Opening my eyes up slowly, I crossed my arms against my chest and shivered.


“Cold?” a voice asked.


Wondering who had asked, I turned my head and looked  next to me. The same figure from before with the same eyes was now sitting beside me cross-legged. He placed his arm around my shoulder and pulled me towards him. My head landed comfortably on his shoulder. His body radiated heat and as my shoulder rested against his chest,  I could now feel his body shivering slightly. I snuggled closer into him and looked down below us, only to see that we were in-fact flying.


“Don’t worry im a little cold myself” the stranger laughed.


Below us was a mass of icy hills and pine trees. The clouds were far below us and if you looked close enough, you could make out tiny white particles falling from the clouds.


“Snow” I said in awe.


The stranger beside me chuckled a little before nodding.


“It’s amazing how something so cold and destructive can hold such beauty” the stranger said.


I nodded in agreement. The cold was something that could both destroy and give birth to. Without winter, there would be no spring and without cold there could be no hot. Raising my eyes slowly I then realised that the figure was looking at me.


“You are beautiful Elsa” the stranger said.


The stranger leaned forward as his face came closer to mine. The smell of something familiar but foreign began to remind me of something.


“Christmas” I mouthed silently.








Forget the word pain. It felt like I was in a coffin of daggers and needles that kept opening and shutting. I felt my mouth open exasperatedly as my eyes rolled back.


“Everything will be alright dear” a voice said in the background.


I didn’t have time to pinpoint whose voice that was. All I was concentrated on now was the unsettling pain. I tried to speak but was reminded that I couldn’t. I felt my voice crack before letting out a hair-raising scream. Breathing heavily, I felt my throat rasp as I grabbed the blankets on top of me and threw them off. I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids wouldn’t pry open. I could hear a voice sobbing over the sound of someone or something moving about.


“Save me” I croaked.


I felt ice-cold tears streak down my face. The pain was only getting worse and I knew that I was going to die. As I felt the tears roll down, I forced myself to remember the happy memories. Anna, Olaf and Kristoff weren’t going to be too happy when they came back. I couldn’t imagine a world without Anna.


A world without Anna.


Tensing my body, I began to try and shut out the pain. I was not leaving my sister again. I was supposed to be the sister she could laugh with. The sort of sister she could tell anything to and not be judged. The sort of sister who would happily eat through banquets of chocolate, whenever we were feeling up to the challenge.


I will be that sister.


I felt the pain grow more and more but I was determined more then ever. Even though I felt powerless, I felt like I had something to get back to. Rocking my body side-to-side, I stopped midway for a second and realised something.


She was not the only one I was fighting to stay alive for.








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