"I’d expect something better from a child of mine!"
Chapter One: Severe Disadvantage
She was at a severe disadvantage.
Her pale blond hair, now matted and haven fallen out of it’s usual neat braid, flew behind her as she ran through the woods, stepping on thorns with her bare feet. Her prisoners outfit seemed to be made to constrict movement, a tight, uncomfortable jumpsuit and no shoes. There were still shackles on her hands, heavy metal ones, and she stumbled over the pieces of chain still attached to them. With all these disadvantages, she knew it was only a matter of time before her assassin caught up with her.
Because the assassin, unlike the snow queen, had no disadvantages. She was wearing a sturdy pair of boots, and was dressed in a loose, comfortable night blue shift with a matching cloak. The kap was pulled up over her head, but strands of curly oranje hair stuck out. She had a crossbow in her gloved hands, and a sheath of arrows strung over her shoulder. “Ye can run, but ye can’t hide, yer Majesty!” she called to Elsa. She had a strange accent, one that wasn’t found in the Southern Isles of Arendelle of anywhere else.
But Elsa didn’t care about her accent. Arrows were whistling in the air around her, one grazing her ear. She didn’t care about her cut of her assassin's accent, all she could think was I don’t want to die. If only her hands weren’t encased in these shackles! Then she’d have a fighting chance. She could simply use her ice powers to get away.
Then she saw it, the curtain of ivy. The assassin was just out of sight. It was perfect. “I’m not as dependent on my powers as u might think,” Elsa hissed darkly as she slipped through the vines like water through a sieve. “Looks like I can hide, Red...”
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“Won’t u tell me where you’re going, Mother?” asked a petulant Rapunzel. Her mother was going on a journey, and for the first time Rapunzel could remember her mother refused to reveal where she was going.
“For the last time, it doesn't matter!” Gothel snapped, placing objects into the knapsack her little bloem was holding open for her. She calmed herself down, and when she spoke again her voice was much meer sweet and motherly. “I’m not going anywhere important, Flower, and I’ll be home pagina soon.”
The blonde, seeing her mother’s near meltdown, wisely chose to change the subject. “Do u like that one?” she asked her mother, pointing at her latest painting on the wall. It was from a dream she’d had, of a mysterious woman in a blue dress, with blue matter glowing from her hands. Rapunzel had worked extra hard on the glowing effect.
Gothel at first gave a fake look in the direction her ‘daughter’ pointed, but then she saw the blue glowing from her. Her face quickly changed from haughty affectation to stern anger. “No, Rapunzel, I do not like it,” she zei deliberately, watching the girl’s face fall. “I’d expect something better from a child of mine! Make sure it’s gone door the time it’s home.” Realizing that she was going a bit too far, she added: “I just want u to be the best that u can be, that’s all,” she said, wrapping her arms around the blonde.
Rapunzel returned the embrace, reminding herself once again that this was just how normal mothers did things. “I know, Mother,” she whispered. She needed to stop obsessing over the people and places she saw in her dreams… at least in front of her mother anyways. She didn't approve, and Rapunzel didn’t want the only person she knew to be angry at her. “I’m sorry,” she said, and it felt like a surrender.
Gothel smiled. “That’s good, darling. Now, I need to go. Be good,” the woman sauntered over to the window, pulling Rapunzel along door her hair. She patted the blonde on the cheek, “and I’ll be home pagina before u know it.”
Her daughter lowered her down from the tower, and watched as Mother Gothel strode purposefully away until she was out of sight. Then the girl sighed and retreated back into her life-long haven, to fetch some water to wash off her painting.
The watery remains of the paints, white and blue, streamed down the uithangbord as Rapunzel scrubbed. Finally, only the woman’s eyes remained on the wall.
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Elsa ran swiftly towards the apparently abandoned tower, looking for a door. It wouldn’t take the assassin long to find it’s prey, and the former queen had to verplaats fast.
But there was no door. She circled the tower’s perimeter once, twice, and nothing. If it weren’t for these shackles, she thought bitterly. Oh well, I’ll find another way up. “Even if I have to climb up the tower with only the strength of my arms.
Now there was an idea…
“Ugh, why won’t this come off?” Rapunzel grumbled. She was still attempting to remove the ethereal ice blue eyes from her wall, to no avail. Which was strange, because she had used the same paint for everything…
CLANG! CLANG! That was the sound that punctuated Elsa’s ascent. She was doing this not door magic, but door pushing herself up using the grooves in the battered stone of the tower. She was halfway there, now she just had to get into the abandoned tower before her assassin--
An arrow lodged itself firmly into one of the stones volgende to her head. The redhead was down there, but door the missed shot Elsa could tell that she was too high up to be killed. This bird won’t stop flying anytime soon…
After firing a few meer useless shots, the killer with the Scottish accent decided to stop wasting time -- it was time to finish her job. Pulling two arrows from her quiver, she took a page out of her prey’s book and used the weapons to begin the climb.
Rapunzel had gegeven up on scrubbing the eyes off the wall, and had begun sweeping the still spotless floors, just for something to do. Her back to the window as she swept she didn’t notice the woman who had hoisted herself onto the windowsill until her hair began to glow.
When Elsa got up to the top, boven of the tower, she gasped. Why did I assume this place would be deserted? she wondered as she tried to decide how to handle this. There was a girl in front of her, with long, long blonde hair that was about ten times her height of more.
And then things got even meer complicated, and two phenomenons occurred in unison: the blonde girl’s hair began to glow like sunshine, and float mystically in the air, and Elsa’s whole self, hands-first, felt dragged, pulled, door some unseen force, her arms beginning to glow an icy blue.
Finally, the unseen force released her, pushing her into the person whose home pagina she’d just broken into. They tumbled to the floor, and Elsa was only aware of three things: her icy magic, glaring into the petite girl’s arms and covering them in frost, the angry, painful burning sensation caused door the girl’s glowing hair; which was draped over the former queen’s prone figure, and the fact that the red-headed assassin was standing on the windowsill, an arrow in her bow and prepared to do her job. All of this meant one thing, and one thing only.
Elsa was going to be killed, her death punctuated door the frost seeping like blood from her figure, the burns of a strange girl’s magic hair, and the sound of an arrow piercing flesh. This was the epitome of a severe disadvantage.
Death punctuated door the frost seeping like blood from her figure, the burns of a strange girl’s magic hair, and the sound of an arrow piercing flesh.
Well, that was it, unless u aren't reading this because u gouged your eyes out to stop my awful writing. So yeah, I know my writing style is terrible, the plot so far seems boring and the characters are criminally out of character, but I'll try to do better volgende chapter. I'll work on it.
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