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Tears of Ice Chapter Four

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What if I told you... That I don't own Frozen?

A/N: The icest is getting stronger with this one! Thank you for all the faves, follows and reviews my fellow snowflakes!

Chapter Four: Can't Control The Curse


The Next Morning

The morning rays of the sun softly fell upon the kingdom of Arendelle as it rose over the horizon. The kingdom itself was still groggy, most of its inhabitants opting to stay a little longer in bed to enjoy the weekend's rest. However, not all of its inhabitants were still staying in bed.

"Alright, raise your sword."

Elsa raised her icy blade, the ice that made up its entirety catching the light of the sun. It's been a few weeks since she held it aloft, but the blonde still wielded her blade like a natural. "Hello, Frostbite," Elsa greeted jokingly, referring to the nickname Kai had given the blade.

Lord Johan Clemenson, the General of the Royal Army of Arendelle and her personal trainer, nodded in approval. "Swing it around a few times and get used to the feeling of the blade. You can't expect to win a fight without knowing the fundamentals."

The blonde did as she was told, slashing the air in front of her thrice. Similar to its steel counterpart, her ice sword can cut swiftly and is just as dangerous, but it is surprisingly durable as well. Testing the waters, she got into the fighting stance that her trainer had taught her.

She smiled at herself, proud of her ability with a blade. "You seem confident," the general said with a light smirk.

"No more baby steps this time please. I just want to spar already!" Elsa had always complained how to him about going over the fundamentals every time they had a lesson. It, in her mind, wastes the limited and precious training time they had.

"Hm, fine." The general unsheathed his sabre before pointing the dull tip at her, as challenging her to a duel. "But only for today."

Smirking, Elsa rushed her trainer, initiating the sparring session. Frost and fire-forged steel collided with a sharp, resounding clang. Both of the combatants recoiled from their mighty clash, before backing off to give each other space. Elsa circled him guardedly, forming a plan of attack.

Elsa playfully taunted him, "You're getting rusty."

"Oh really, my Queen? We're just getting started!"

In a blink of an eye, steel and ice struck each other again. The recoil of the blow took Elsa back a little, but she pressed the offensive relentlessly. She struck with a vertical slash, followed by two diagonal cuts. Despite the ferocity and speed of her attacks, Lord Clemenson skillfully blocked her frost sword's blows before launching his own combo.

Elsa grunted as she checked his sword with her own. Despite the dangerous nature of their activity, Elsa was grateful they were doing this. Her incestuous desire for Anna - which was no doubt growing stronger and hungrier by the passing second - seemed to have its growth hindered by the swordplay. Perhaps in due-time she could even reverse the process completely.

She backed up every blow and every block with the power of the dark desire in her, thinking that in doing so, she was exhausting it. Little did she know how wrong she was.

"Your father will be proud to see you like this, my Queen. I doubt he never expected his daughter to be so skilled in the art of war!" Clemenson complemented. He backed up to circle after a slash that she had deflected. However, Elsa gave him no chance of retreat and she pushed the offensive again.

Time seemed to fly as they continued sparring enthusiastically, occasionally taking short breathers before resuming combat. Their swords swung and stabbed, only to be blocked by the other or dodged completely. To Elsa, it seemed as if all of her problems that plagued her were usurped by swordplay.

The general slashed the ground horizontally once, calling for a ceasefire. Elsa lowered her blade, sweat glistening on her pale skin after an hour of combat sparring. "Alright, what's next?" the Queen asked with a winded voice, stabbing the snow-covered earth with her blade. The cold ground made a satisfying soft crunch sound.

Before the general could answer, someone cleared their throat behind them. For a moment, Elsa thought Anna had caught them. To her relief, the interloper happened to be the portly servant, Kai. His face was serious, nervous almost. "Milady? The Crown Prince will arrive at any time today. And we haven't discussed at all about possible reception activities."

Elsa pursed her lips, holding back a curse. She had thought the Crown Prince would arrive tomorrow! Nonetheless, she has to reluctantly accept the sudden change in plans. Sighing, Elsa willed Frostbite to degrade into wet snow. She wiped the sweat off her brow as she followed Kai back inside the castle.

The two discussed about preparing exotic as well as homgrown food for the Prince. They even talked about giving him small welcoming party and a tour of Arendelle afterwards as they walked down the halls. However despite what it seems, Elsa wasn't really paying attention to Kai as he elaborated on the planned events. Her mind and heart were focused solely on her sister, fighting a raging war of right and wrong.

And her mind was losing.

Where's Anna? I wonder what's she wearing today?

Stop it, her mind commanded sternly.

But Elsa's heart refused to be silenced. Anna's so beautiful. I want to ki-

No!

I want to kiss her and show her how much I really love her.

"My Queen? Is it a yes or a no?"

Kai's voice shook Elsa out of her trance, and a faint blush burned in the blonde's cheeks. Her mind acted on impulse, agreeing with Kai regardless of the fact she didn't hear him over the voices of her own heart and mind. "Yes," she answered generically.

"So it's settled then. When the Prince arrives, there will be a small welcoming party at night then but no tour. I shall relay this to Sebastian and the others." Kai bowed to her before leaving her, to relay her ''order'' to the castle servants.

Alone, Elsa was about to secretly turn back to resume her training with Clemenson, but a sweet voice nearby caught her attention. "I don't know Joan, I still don't know who she likes."

Anna. The blonde's heart overruled her judgment, and she automatically followed her sister's voice to eavesdrop on her. Elsa quickly deduced that Anna was talking to a woman, but when she poked her head into the room where she had heard Anna's voice, she saw no one.

"Hmm, maybe whoever she likes is coming soon!" Anna gasped excitedly. She definitely was in the painting gallery but Elsa can't find her. Taking a risk, Elsa gently creeped in to spy on the redhead. The blonde hid behind some curtains to conceal herself, occasionally poking her head out to try and find Anna.

"So maybe it's the Crown Prince she likes? Wait, no, scratch that. She would be acting like this much earlier."

Elsa caught the sight of Anna's legs kicking up in the air out of frustration. Her sister was lying upside-down on her favourite couch, legs resting on the back of it and her head dangling off the cushions. She was looking up at a painting of Joan of Arc, and was apparently talking to her as if she was alive as well. Elsa caught herself staring hungrily at Anna's legs, which were exposed due to her skirt bunching up almost to her waist.

Anna gasped in excitement, apparently finding her solution. "Oh I think I got it Joan! Whoever she likes will be coming at the Solstice Ball next week!"

The elder girl clenched her fists as she bit back another curse, almost giving away her position. I'm such a fool. The ball Elsa had planned for the Winter Solstice had been buried deep underneath worries about politics and her more recently, her love issues. There's no way she can cancel it now since the guests are either preparing to leave for the ball or have already left and are making their way to Arendelle.

She was about to make a hasty retreat when she heard Anna groan in frustration again.

"You're right Joan, she would be excited even earlier then. So if she's denying herself, then who can she love?" She paused briefly softly gasping. "Kristoff said the trolls mentioned that her love might be outside of nature's laws." Anna fell silent. "Then... Could she be in love with a girl?"

The room fell silent. Elsa held her breath in response, anxious to hear what her sister will say this time.

Her sister spoke up softly, her voice a mere whisper in the wind. "Is Elsa... Is Elsa in love with a girl?"

Dreadful silence fell upon the room again. Elsa's heart skipped a few beats before beating in her rib cage like a mad animal. She's getting closer to finding out. What will she think of me? She listened in further, the thumping of her heart audible in her chest.

Anna broke the unnerving stillness. "If she does Joan, then I won't think different of her. I mean, why should I hate her for that? I think she has the right to love anyone she wants! Especially if it's true love!"

Words cannot describe how relieved and how nervous Elsa was. Her younger sister supports her now, yes, but does she really know that the girl Elsa loves was her? Multiple scenarios played out in Elsa's mind, some bad, some good.

I just want to tell you how much I really loved you, Elsa thought in her head. Her eyes felt watery as the taboo fantasy of having Anna as her lover slowly overwhelmed her mind again. Her lips quivered as her fragile psyche threatened to crumble once more.

"Thank you for the all the help, my mute friend. Au revoir Joan," Anna said. She heard the couch creak, and she knew Anna was going to leave soon. Concealing herself behind the curtain, Elsa waited for her sister's footsteps to leave.

When she deemed her sister far enough and out of earshot, she lets it go. Elsa burst into tears, sobbing softly against the window. Her curse, the incestuous desire for Anna, had almost fully taken her over.

And it's only a matter of time before Anna finds out...


Meanwhile, out in the North Sea

Two monstrous galleons lazily sailed in light of the early afternoon, the cool wind pushing them on their course. Treasure chests and other luxuries filled the bulk of one of the ships, filled with enough goods to rival the treasure ships of the Spaniards. The other that sailed beside it had its cannons tucked away, but it was ready to deliver a punishing cannonade at any moment's notice.

Their destination: the kingdom of Arendelle.

Crown Prince Ulfric of the Southern Isles stood at the railing of his ship, the Beowulf. He wasgazing at the frigid, unforgiving waters below. His hot breath blew rolling clouds of water vapor into the sky, giving him the likeness of a dangerous dragon.

"How much further Arnbjorn?" he asked a young, blonde-haired man standing at his side.

Arnbjorn took out a compass and map and placed them against the deck. Ulfric kneeled uncomfortably as he inspected the map. "My lord, the port of Arendelle should come to sight in a few hours if I'm correct."

He scratched his large beard. "Good..." Ulfric said as he smiled at him. "I cannot wait to meet the Queen."

The housecarl cleared his throat, "Sir, I'm sure any guests arriving for the ball will intercept our flotilla ri -"

"The flotilla will be waiting for my order, Arnbjorn." Ulfric said sternly as he cuts off his housecarl, "And don't worry, the ball will still ensue..." He left their little conversation at that.

Feeling confident, the Crown Prince cracked his oversized knuckles, as if he was warning the world of his arrival, before stomping off to his personal quarters.

The icest is getting stronger! Originally this was supposed to be one big chappie, but I decided to split that part into chapter five. 

UPDATE: Grammar again. 
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GameAddictedDragon's avatar
Geez. The family resemblance is certainly there. I mean war ships, for crying out loud!

Thank goodness for Google...