FanFic

Today a wrote a short frozen FanFic for a writing group I belong to. I don't write Fan Fiction often so it was an interesting challenge for me. Enjoy:

Love is an Open Door

  "I think I might be evil." Elsa whispered staring down at her hands. She had just created an incredible ice palace with nothing but those hands directing the magic. The act had drained most of her power, and after getting over the rush of all she had just accomplished, she slumped against the nearest ice wall. She pulled at the hem of the blue crystal dress she had created for herself and sighed deeply. She wanted desperately to close her eyes, yet every time they drifted shut all she could think about was Anna. The desperate, betrayed look her sister had when she saw what Elsa had been hiding from the world all these years.

  Tears threatened the corners of her eyes. "Conceal, don't feel," she said, the words coming as naturally as her own breath. She pushed back the emotions and forced herself to stand. Moving would keep her thoughts off the past and it's hurts. She walked to the balcony. The sun was well risen to show the golden light of midmorning. The snow on the mountain side below sparked in millions of colors so bright she almost had to look away. So cold and yet so beautiful, she thought. Like my power.

  She turned from the window with a sigh and went to admire the rest of her ice palace. The frozen fountain in the front room was her favorite part she decided. But the huge chandeliers came in a close second. She loved how the lack of windows did not mean the place was dark, for sun light easily penetrated the ice walls. The light scattered everywhere so no corner was dark and the entire place seemed to glow. She sighed again, this time with contentment. Her work didn't look like a rush job, it looked like someone had painstakingly planed for years before building. And while she hadn't really considered every detail, somehow she had known just what it would look like when it was done. Her magic must have filled in the rest. 

  She turned and considered the front door. Right now it opened only at her command, and she liked the feeling of protection that brought. The security of a closed door was the only security she knew, the small bit of control she had in her life. As a child, while her powers grew more dangerous, the only certain thing was a door. It could be closed, and it could be locked. And then nobody could enter. Protection. Control. Peace. She smiled. It was better this way.

  As she turned to go something happened. It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. She got a vision of Anna knocking on her ice door. Foolish, she swept the thought aside as quickly as it had come. Anna would never come here. And if she did it wouldn't be to see her. Then, like the rush of cold water she remembered all the times Anna had knocked on her door growing up. Ever persistent. It would be just like that sister of hers to march up here and try to get in. Would Elsa let her? She closed her eyes. She had nothing to hide now. 

  Without turning around she loosened the lock on the door. If Anna ever came, the door would open to her. Just this once.