Titolo: Contrappasso
Fandom: Frozen
Personaggi: Elsa, Anna
Genere: horror
Avvertimenti: AU, lingua inglese, probabilmente un milione e mezzo di errori lol
Parole: 2007 ( fiumidiparole )
Note: Eh, questa è una ideuzza che ho da almeno un anno, ispirata da questo... remix? Boh? di Do You Want to Build a Snowman? e siccome sto mese c'è Halloween... niente, è uscita sta cagata. Non è betata, nemmeno riletta (il lupo perde il pelo ma non il vizio) però vabbè, è la prima volta in quasi un anno che non scrivo così tanto quindi amen. Piglia impacchetta e porta a casa.


The snow had been falling for years on Arendelle now. Villagers and citizens had, for once, united their skills to keep the threats at bay. The threats being, of course, avalanches. Attacks from nearby kingdoms. Little mischievous bearded men who set their eyes on the land for acquiring. And they died, her parents died. And she was dead too. She'd been trapped in a big block of ice in their basement. Nobody could know why the little red-haired beautiful child hadn't been seen around in at least a decade. Nobody could know, and the only one who did was her sister, gnawing at her own conscience and mind to the point of hallucinating and her nightmares blurring reality around her. There was no help in sight, no gentle, warm touch to comfort her sleepless nights. Nobody in the castle was allowed near her, because everybody knew. The big, airy halls filled with precious jewels and baroque paintings were mostly silent, and when someone would carefully sneak past Elsa's room, an icy breeze would sneak from the constantly closed door.
And whispers also circulated soon. The bigger sister of their late beloved King and Queen had murdered the little one, and to avoid confinement in a cell or worse, death, she had been exiled in her own cold and lonely room. There was no need for forceful loneliness for Else, though. She knew about her intolerable crime, her own sin, she cried gelid tears sometimes when she remembered about her little sister's laughter. It was oh, so sweet a memory. Sometimes she would try and chuckle to imitate the joyful sounds Anna made when playing, but it was always too different, too distant, too sad. And after a while, she stopped smiling or laughing altogether. She was locked in her own room, with nobody but herself which was the equivalent of getting stabbed through the heart and the brain and eyes and guts repeatedly, oh she tried. She tried ending her own life. She tried icing her own chest, but maybe it beared no effect because her heart perhaps was already ice cold.
And to think all of this future could have been something else. With her young mind, she tried exploring a present that couldn't be: being locked in that same room but with the knowledge that Anna was safe. Oh, that would have been so much better than this! Instead, she had to force herself to travel to that heart-clenching night, when one simple touch of magic ended it all. No cure was found, no warmth could melt a curse that she had found herself casting, unwillingly.
They were just little girls. They were just playing. It was her fault. She was a monster. "Monster" she wrote outside of her door, "keep out." Inhabitants of the castle looked at the white door with that scary scribbling with deference and pure fear. But eventually, they got used to the uneasiness. It was like passing by a long haunted house. They acknowledged the tragedy, but passed by. They were safe as long as they didn't get close. And going out of their way to not look, not walk past it, had become a habit.
"Mommy, will you tell me about Princess Anna?" Children would ask, while holding their mother's hands, and the adults would shush them quickly, whispering about the story as they heard it. "Shhhh, we do not speak of that night". Nobody did.
Elsa heard everything. She was aware of the world's fear, and if only they knew. If only they had tried and imagined what that felt like... But no. It was her magic. She was a monster. She wrote so, on her own bedroom door. What she was unaware of, though, was that someone else thought the same.
Anna had died. There was no way around it, she had died in a block of ice, but life clung to her flesh, corrupted by years of darkness, forgetfulness, and her sister's guilt that she could feel through corridors and constant muttering various floors above her. She was aware of life, she heard it all; her mind partially developed, her emotions didn't age. She was sad, the feeling only an abomination shunned from the world can understand, she only longed for her family's warm hug. She liked warm hugs. And then one night her need for love cracked her prison, vibrations from inside her still heart made it rattle, and after numerous attempts she finally broke it at once. She didn't remember. How to open her eyes, how to move, but she slowly learnt the hard way. Pain bolted across a dead body for minutes, and she didn't care about the logic. She only had one thought which she vocalized weakly, like a baby learning to talk. "E-Elsa?"
Her voice came out differently. She did not remember what her sister's name sounded like coming from her own lips, but it was simply wrong. The place she was in was wrong. Did they forget about her? Did Elsa forget about her? Why did she even have her mind set so firmly on Elsa? What was that place? How much time had she been dead? Dead?! She couldn't be dead. She wasn't dead.
She wasn't alive either, and her pale, blue-toned fingers did not look alive. At all. She could not feel. She rubbed her hands together and could not confirm that it's what they were actually doing. She was afraid: was that normal? Would she find others like her? Did Elsa turn out like her? She grabbed the door handle, pulled it down, and with a shocked movement she opened it. Her head shivered while looking left and right. Her neck was still too rigid to turn in a natural manner, so it just moved like it was on a defective rail. Her eyes blew open. What a world!

Elsa was playing with her own tears turned solid. She made them roll on the floor, while her pink cheeks and her lucid eyes following such a sad activity. She would not stop thinking, and she did not stop stabbing her mind. "What would Anna be doing right now?" She asked herself, in a low tone, to which she promptly replied, "she would hug me." She wrapped both her arms around herself, imagining Anna's grown body around her, she could suddenly smell her sweet youthful scent while her tiny laughter echoed from somewhere in her past. And the sound of that little innocent chuckling body broke her once again, as it was the last sound Anna ever made. Just this time, it wouldn't stop coming back to her. And with each time she heard it loud and clear, came a punch to her guts. "Stop" she pleaded her mind, "stop". She curled and cried again, one pitiful, pathetic creature slowly eaten from the inside out by a tragedy she never stopped blaming herself only for.
"Anna" she whispered, slipping into what seemed like a dream where the King and the Queen chained her in a room built just to contain her. "Anna."
And sure enough, the handle of her door creaked. "Do not enter!" She screamed, terrified, waking up from her half-slumber. She was lying on the floor, her hip hurt, and her body was cold. She never felt cold before.
"Elsa, do you want to build a snowman?" A tiny, distorted voice came from outside her door. For a few, eternal instants, she thought she was still in a dream. But her handle lowered again, while Anna's frozen voice creeped through. "Elsa, I hear your thoughts. Come out and play with me, Elsa!" She insisted. When Elsa, too scared and confused to do anything, didn't respond in any way, Anna started singing their own song. She didn't even know how she could remember it so clearly, but she knew it didn't sound right. But it was their song. Elsa shivered with fear of the unknown, slowly collecting her body and approaching the door she shut on the world. "A-Anna?" She inquired, touching the solid wood of her constantly closed door.
"Elsa, please build a snowman with me" Anna happily continued. "We can build the biggest snowman ever. And then we will show it to mom and dad" she enthusiastically explained. "They'll sure be happy!"
Mom and Dad, the King and the Queen; oh, how could she tell her? And... how was this happening?
"If I come out and play, what will you do?" Was Elsa's courageous question, and it took little Anna's mind a bit to process her voice. She sounded so different. Why was that?
"I will play with you, Elsa! Like we did yesterday!" Anna replied. "Don't you remember? We were playing at a game where we had to ice each other. It's my turn today" she added, in a joyful tone. Or as joyful as a cold, rattling voice could be.
She wanted to ice her? Yesterday?
A terror took over Elsa. She forgot about the surprise, and it turned into fear. Anna wanted revenge, and as right as that sounded, it suddenly terrified her. Of course, she didn't want to lose her life, her freedom, her now dear daily pain. She was a living being, Anna wasn't anymore. And nobody was roaming that corridor for help.
"N-not today, Anna" she replied, in the gentlest tone she could use.
"But it's been years. I want to play now." Anna insisted, not at all confused about her perception of time. Elsa finally panicked. She silently tried to calm herself down, but it was difficult with an unnatural voice just outside the door chanting about making a snowman out of her.
"I will open the door" she finally announced, and the voice on the other side shrinked. With a trembling hand, she unlocked the door and lifted herself up. When she slowly opened a fraction just to see what was outside, she saw her.
She was still the child she remembered in her most painful dreams, but the blood and water in her body had turned to ice, giving her an unnaturally pale color, almost blue. And her eyes looked like icecubes, her irises crystalized.
"Hello, Elsa" she finally heard directly from the corpse of her sister. Her skin cracked and tore, forming a smile and revealing the iced meat and muscles underneath. "Come play with me."
Anna pushed the door open with easiness, her face sliced open forever now, revealing her teeth in each moment. 'Horrified' was not enough to describe Elsa's reaction. She was supposed to be the monster, but Anna sure looked like one. She dropped on her knees, grabbing her hands which were still the coldest thing she ever touched. "Please turn me into you" she blabbered, "so we will play forever."
"I don't want you to be like me" Anna shook her head, and then furrowed her brows. "I want to show mommy and daddy our snowman. You can play the part" she whispered, touching her cheeks.
"I missed you" Elsa murmured and her voice cracked.
Anna just observed the tears run down her beloved sister's cheek. Of course she would cry. She could cry forever, and it would never be enough. But she just wanted a warm hug. "Can I get a hug, Elsa?" She asked, still in that tiny crystalized voice.
Elsa realized a moment too late that her entire hand was forever in Anna's. And then that the ice from Anna's body was slowly rushing out, transferring to Elsa, her blood, her skin, her insides instantly freezing, and the floor's and wall's ice getting thicker. "What are you d-doing?" She rattled.
"I'm building a snowman" Anna smiled, gaining her human warmth back, slowly. Her expression was serene, happy even.
When Elsa's body turned to a dead block of cold flesh, Anna hopped out, calling mommy and daddy through the empty, turned-to-ice halls. The statues around the castles which she greeted with childish joy stared back at her, forever framed with their terrified looks.
The entirety of Arendelle looked powerless in an eternal terror as their little forgotten Princess ran around the statues of those that few minutes before were people, laughing again like the child she used to be.