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Post by PRINCESS ANNA on Aug 23, 2015 18:24:30 GMT
„Alright, Anna... this time you really messed up.“ Anna murmured, staring disbelievingly at the iron bars that kept her inside a prison cell. She knew these bars and this whole floor, she had played down here countless times when she was a child. But never would she have imagined to be one day on the other side of them, clearly a prisoner. With a grunt of pain she scrambled to her feet, holding her back that still ached from the fall she had taken. „Not that you haven't messed up before, you did a pretty bad job with falling for Hans and handing him the kingdom on a silver platter, but at least you were frozen half to death and not incarcerated. Not that that's any better, but you get the point. And point is...“
She had been pacing back and forth while she talked to herself, but now she stopped, wringing her hands. „Focus. Yes, focus! This is bad, but it must be a misunderstanding, even though I am not so sure I trust Ingrid as far as I could throw her, which is not far as well you know, why didn't that urn weigh a ton when she was in it?“ She shook her head, sighing. „Irrelevant. Alright, step by step. I know where I am, but I don't know why. So let's find out the 'why', shall we? Good, yes, that's a plan. Now... let me see, if anyone's here!“
Anna stepped forward and closed her hands around the iron bars, peeking into the dimly lit corridor that went past the cell and a few others, as she knew. But there was no one inside. No guard. That was either good or pretty bad. Oh well, she wouldn't find out, if she didn't try! Raising herself on her tiptoes, she pressed her face against the cold metal and called out into the empty space: „Hello? Hey, it's Anna! I don't know how I wound up here, last thing I remembered was falling off a cliff. Elsa? Kristoff? If this is some new 'bridal abduction' game, I think you had your fun!“
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Post by INGRID OF ARENDELLE on Aug 23, 2015 19:02:34 GMT
Things had not perhaps gone exactly to plan, but Ingrid was a resourceful being and could adapt her plans quite easily. She hadn't planned to get rid of the sister so soon...in fact she'd hoped she could have just let her be. But the silly child couldn't keep her nose out of other peoples business. She'd gone poking her nose into things that didn't concern her. It was a shame really. A waste, but Ingrid had other things to think about. Such as teaching her new sister to control her powers so she didn't turn the entire castle into a pile of snow.
It was a miracle really, how alike she and Elsa were. They truly were sisters of Snow, she laughed to herself as she recalled the story Elsa had told her about the first Snowman she had built.
The high pitched voice of her captive prisoner echoed around the high stone walls of the castle's dungeons and Ingrid closed her eyes slowly...did that girl ever stop talking? Even a fall from a cliff face couldn't stop that girl from chattering. Silently, Ingrid drifted down the corridor that lead to the cell where the girl was held captive. Her eyes were as cold as ice and she fixed them upon the girl before her. Ingrid couldn't help but internally flinch every time she set eyes upon Anna. She was the very image of her mother and this pained Ingrid greatly. She couldn't bare to be reminded of the sister who had locked her in that urn. Of the sister who had called her...a monster.
'Shhh' Ingrid whispered, placing her finger to her lips calmly, 'shouting isn't going to help you my dear' she mused, a small smile playing across her lips, 'Your sister won't help you when she finds out what you've done. How could you do such a thing Anna?' Ingrid asked, letting a look of concern cross her face.
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Post by PRINCESS ANNA on Aug 23, 2015 19:58:30 GMT
Even though she didn't hear any sound, she saw a shadow moving and then suddenly a figure was gliding into the light, her gown glittering like frost flowers on a window at night – but it wasn't the blueish, beautiful glittering Anna always associated with her sister Elsa, no, this glittering was colder, almost merciless. And there was no question now who was coming for her, she knew it even before the flickering torchlight fell on Ingrid's face. Her aunt... it still was hard to accept that somehow she should be related to a person who had never been mentioned all of Anna's life and yet there was no denying it. Her powers were the same as Elsa's.
„You...“ she muttered, then her eyes narrowed. „Don't you shush me, how dare you! Did I miss something or since when do family members lock each other up?“ Even though Grand Pabble had said who Ingrid was and she trusted him, it didn't mean she trusted Ingrid. Had it really been 'not understanding' people who had locked her in that urn? There was a coldness in her eyes and a thin line around her mouth that spoke of something Elsa would never be capable of: misuse of power, if need be. It was the same coldness Anna had seen in Hans' eyes and those of one of his older brothers: Jurgen. Those were the eyes of people who had hurt others before, willingly.
Then, however, her indignation subsided a little and was replaced by confusion. „Wait... what?! What I did? I did nothing! I went to Grand Pabble and why should I not? There is no need to lock me up here, that's ridiculous! Does Elsa know? I doubt it! She'll freak, just you wait!“ Anna crossed her arms over her chest and resigned to glower at Ingrid, in that very special Anna way of glowering at someone. It had worked with Kristoff, it had even worked with Elsa once they had spent more time together, so why on earth should it not work with another member of her family?
Who did Ingrid think she was, anyway?! Sneaking in here while Anna was away and turning Elsa's head around, locking her up – almost as if she owned the place! Being trapped in a magical urn for a good fourty-something years didn't exactly give you the right to take it out on others! Had no one ever told her that?
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Post by INGRID OF ARENDELLE on Aug 24, 2015 12:54:39 GMT
Ingrid had accepted her magic as a gift, not a burden. Sure, it had taken 30 odd years being trapped inside a magical urn for her to learn to embrace her magic as a gift, but who was counting. It had given her plenty of time to realise that she could not be something she wasn't. She'd spent her entire life trying to hide who she was, when really she should have listened to her sisters and accepted her magic.
'Since when do family members lock each other up?' Ingrid repeated, her words filled with resentment as she took a step closer to Anna, her fingers curling into a small fist as a thin crust of ice froze over her hand. 'Who do you think trapped me in that magical urn?' she asked, her teeth grinding as she held back the urge to freeze Anna and her chatter mouth forever.
You're a monster...those words clawed their way into Ingrid's mind again. Would she ever be able to forget what her sister had called her? She missed her so much. Helga who was so understanding, she would have made a compassionate Queen and Gerda who was always full of passion for life...who could not forgive her for what she did to Helga. Gerda...I'm sorry...
'Your mother trapped me inside of that urn when I couldn't control my powers. I needed her help and she disowned me. Locked me away and made people forget.' Ingrid uttered in barely a whisper. 'It's people like you that will be Elsa's downfall...always fearing our magic is something terrible. You couldn't just leave well enough alone!' She paused, letting the silence fill between them as she watched the bars of Anna's cell freeze over, the ice slowly spreading up the bars towards Anna's fingers.
'I have the box Anna...' Ingrid continued calmly, 'and when I tell Elsa why you have it she will never want to speak to you again.'
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Post by PRINCESS ANNA on Aug 24, 2015 15:24:57 GMT
Now they were finally getting to the bottom of this! As always, the glowering brought out people's defensive side, but this situation was spiralling out of hand quickly. Anna could feel the air around her dropping to chilling degrees as Ingrid seemed to struggle with her countenance. Her instincts told her to shrink away, but she stood her ground. It had always been like that with Elsa, showing that you were afraid always upset her more and then the control would slip entirely. Probably Ingrid was the same. What was it with ice power and self-pity?! It was not others who were afraid of their powers, they themselves were! And that fear could become hatred that hurt others... it wouldn't be the first time in history! The Duke of Weasel-- eh, Wesselton had been like that, but Ingrid seemed to be just the same from the other side of the coin.
But what she heard next went beyond anything she would have ever imagined, something she could not wrap her head around. „What?!“ she exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock. Her mother?! Impossible! Why would she do that?! „You... you must be mistaken!“ she whispered, shaking her head. „Mother wouldn't do that! She gave her life to find out how Elsa could control her powers! Grand Pabble told me she erased the memories because they were too painful! Because she didn't want the shadow of two vanished sisters hovering over the kingdom. She must have buried that grief deep inside herself!“ It was impossible, really! This was so twisted it made her head spin, but one thing was crystal clear for Anna: Her mother had not been a bad person. She would not allow Ingrid to sully her memory!
What irated her even more though was the accusations Ingrid now threw at Anna herself. She wasn't a very irascible person, but now she could feel the anger overflow. „I do not fear Elsa's magic!“, she exclaimed, anger shooting like lightning from her eyes. „She froze my heart and yet I gave my last to save her from Hans! She always thought I would be afraid of her and that's why she shut me out all those years. If she would only have me help her sooner, it would never have come this far!“
That Ingrid found the box of course was less than ideal... Anna couldn't help but bite her lip quickly, like child found with her hand in the cookie jar. But the conclusions Ingrid drew were wrong! There it was again, the self-pity turned paranoia! „Oh, come off it!“ she snapped. „As if I would ever strip Elsa off her powers. I rather wonder why you know what it is? Are you in league with Rumplestilzkin?! I knew it! I should have known it's too much of a coincidence you show up here so suddenly, trying to turn Elsa against me. But Elsa would never believe you! She's not as paranoid as you, she knows I would never hurt her!“
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Post by INGRID OF ARENDELLE on Aug 26, 2015 12:37:58 GMT
It was so easy...so easy to just curl her fists and watch the ice slowly frost everything around her. It was relaxing to watch the silvery frosting wrap its way across the walls. She found if she remained calm and passive she held more control over her powers, but even the thought of her sisters made her emotional.
Ingrids eyes narrowed as the words of the child penetrated her mind. How could she be so naive...'You are wrong' Ingrid spat, 'Your mother locked me in that urn and left me up there in those mountains. Where is the compassion in that? Where is the understanding?'
Ingrid took a step back observing the cell Anna was in. Poor little girl, it was a shame really that things had to end this way, but Ingrid wasn't about to lose another sister. She deserved this happiness, she had spent too long mourning her sisters, now was her time for living.
'Anyone with any sense would be able to sense the magic in that box!' Ingrid retorted quickly, 'Elsa let me out of that urn you foolish girl! That's the only reason I'm here. If I hadn't been let out it would be poor Elsa trapped inside of it and believe me Anna it's not a pleasant place to be trapped!'
Anna should be thanking Ingrid for all she had done, she'd saved Elsa and her kingdom from being taken over by a bunch of unorganised baboons. 'Elsa doesn't need you any more Anna...not when she's got me, I can teach her all about what her powers can do. She's not alone any more.' template by eliza @ TB & SP
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