|Elsa, Queen of Arendelle (stormrageon) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-01-15 22:00:00
|Entry tags:||elsa, henry swan|
Who: Queen Elsa and Henry Swan
What: Oops, I started a blizzard, now what?
When: Late Wednesday afternoon
Where: Just outside the Storybrooke House property
Warnings: ...lol Henry and a Disney princess. Srsly?
She didn’t know why she was fighting so hard to get free. What did it matter to anyone if she lived or died? She was a menace, a monster. In her castle on the North Mountain, she’d nearly killed that man. Both of them. Yes, it was to defend herself, but would anyone see it that way? In the end, could she?
She was a monster. No matter what they’d said, she was, it was true, and she had hurt her sister, hurt her kingdom... This was all her doing. Maybe if she were dead, everything would thaw. The storm would rage on for a bit, perhaps, but not for long. It wasn’t as if she could fix it anyway.
By that time, Elsa was running blind against the snow, knowing her beloved storm wouldn’t actually hurt her. It was a comfort, by that point, the cold and the ice and the snow. It was all she’d known most of her life and she was fine with it. Anna would be safe, she’d have a husband and a kingdom and it would be fine. Truly. That was all she needed to know. Her kingdom would lie on her sister’s shoulders and they’d be safe and comfortable shoulders.
It was that peaceful thought that filled her when she realized she was no longer running into the ice surrounding Arendelle, but ice in another location entirely. It seemed she was surrounded by headstones...a cemetery. She was in a cemetery. With strangers. People she'd never met, people who hadn't been there even minutes before.
Maybe she wasn’t quite as ready to die as she thought she’d been.
Panic filled her. She was in danger of hurting these people. They didn't seem to be trying to attack her and while that was a good thing-a very good thing-she couldn't take her chances. The storm that had raged in Arendelle, turning the castle to ice, seemed to have followed her. She couldn't put anyone else at risk because of her. She had to find a place where she was alone. Her isolation, her self-imposed exile.
Taking off running, she dodged strange objects, things she'd never seen back in Arendelle. There wasn't time to dwell on it, not now. Once she felt sure she was safe, that those in this place were safe, then she could contemplate how she'd ended up here. And just where 'here' was.
Hours had gone by before she found a wooded area where she finally felt safe enough to slump against a tree and take time to breathe. What had happened? This wasn't her magic's doing. She didn't have this kind of power. The trolls maybe? Did it even matter? If she couldn't get this storm under control, everyone there could freeze. She just...she didn't know how. Tears sprang to her eyes and she forced them back. "Think logically," she urged herself, not even caring if she was speaking out loud to no one. When one lived almost entirely alone for thirteen years, one tended to do that. "There has to be an explanation. Those things... They're...trade. New inventions, another kingdom..." But even she knew how uncertain her voice sounded.