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12/05/2022 10:47 PM
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MMM: The Ice Summoner
"The Ice Summoner"www.roleplayer.me/TheBlackFairyāAnna, you can't keep coming here..ā Elsa whispered gently as she let her sister in through the small wooden door of the cabin she had hidden inside. Her ice-blue eyes washed over the redhead, drinking in her features as though she had not seen her in months. After a few short moments, the blonde stepped away from her sister, moving towards the firepit to throw another log onto the dying flame, poking the embers until they drew back from death, bursting to life like a Phoenix reborn. The cold didnāt bother her, but she knew that like most ānormalā people, Anna would feel it and she hardly wished to be responsible for her sister freezing to death.
āI canāt let you starve..ā Annaās cheerful tone seemed out of place in the darkness and gloom of the secret cabin, but Elsa wouldnāt have expected any less from her sister who was always full of sunshine. āI wish youād come home. Mother and Father would never give you up to the drĆ¼skelle, you know that. Youād be safe at home.ā
Elsa frowned and shook her head, anxiety filling her almost as soon as the word ādrĆ¼skelleā fell from her sisterās lips. Ice coated her fingers, turning them crystalline white. Elsa brushed them down on her dress.
The problem with always being full of sunshine and optimism was that sometimes foolish statements would spill from Annaās lips without thought. Of course, Anna believed that things would be that simple, that Elsa could simply hide away at home, protected by her mother and father, that she wouldn't be hunted like a dog by those she had grown up around, that she wouldnāt be killed for being how she had been born. With a sigh, Elsa moved back toward her sister and took the small basket Anna handed over to her. It was filled with items that she had gathered from the household kitchen, breads and meats and sweet cakes. Anna never brought too much food with her, always wanting reasons to visit as much as possible, so it was usually filled with enough food to get Elsa through the next four or five days.
āThe drĆ¼skelle can be very persuasive, Anna. Iāve seen the evidence of their.. methodsā Elsa swallowed, grimacing slightly as memories of charred bodies hanging from the trees filled her mind. She had witnessed them so many times on her way into the mountains, poor families who were simply trying to hide the children they loved who had been born with Grisha blood from those who couldnāt bear people who were different. She wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy, let alone her family. āI would never subject any of you to that.ā
Elsa was unfortunate enough to be one of those children, the ones āgiftedā with summoning powers, but she was certain that others like her were rare. She was an ice summoner, possibly the only one of her kind. Living in Fjerda, she had spent her life in fear of being discovered by the drĆ¼skelle, of being dragged to the ice court for a trial she would never win. Gloves had protected her for the formative years of her life, but as she grew older, her powers grew stronger and soon the gloves were not enough to keep her hidden. When she was of an age when she was expected to join Jerjanik to find a husband, she knew she could not remain in her home, and no man would keep her power a secret, not the way her family did. She began to feign illness, and while her parents faked her death, Elsa escaped to a cabin miles from the nearest town, lost to the whiteness of snow and ice, as far north as she could get before the snow became too thick to take another step. Using her power, Elsa had protected her sanctuary, surrounding it with swirling winds of ice that would prevent anyone who didnāt want to die from coming near. The only time those winds ceased was when she expected a visit from Anna.
āIām just trying to protect you.ā
āYou donāt have to protect meā Anna protested āIām not afraid!ā
āBut you should be, Anna. We both shouldāā the blonde-haired witch paused, sensing the presence of someone unwelcome and unexpected. A stranger. A threat. Turning her ear towards the small window, she listened to the sounds from outside. The wind howled gently against the glass, the wood of the cabin walls creaking from the strain of standing against such gusts and then... the crunch of snow. Anna had been followed.
"Hide.." Elsa hissed to Anna, grabbing her arm as she moved her towards the bedroom "Stay quiet. Don't come out". As Anna began to protest, Elsa placed her hand over her sister's mouth, shaking her head. "Stay here. Please." Her eyes pleaded, and it seemed to be enough to get Anna to agree. Without another word, Elsa left and moved towards the front door, pulling it open. Her eyes scanned the vast whiteness, searching for the footprints of their visitor. Snow was falling heavily, and any evidence of an intruder was quickly being hidden away. Elsa barely had time to seek any out when she heard a low voice against the wildness of the wind.
"DrĆ¼sje.." it hissed at her, causing a spike of fear within the blonde as she took a step backwards, back into the safety and relative warmth of her makeshift home. Her fear was always an uncontrollable defence mechanism, causing the power that she had to act uncontrollably. Without a thought even passing through her head, the snow began to swirl around the cabin, making it difficult for Elsa to see anything beyond the front step. "DrĆ¼sje.." the voice came again, closer this time, accompanied by the crunch of snow beneath heavy set boots. Unable to see, Elsa lashed out like a cornered animal, feeling the ice fly from her hands like blades through the air, whistling against the wind. She heard a twisted cry in the mist, and the sound of footsteps stopped.
"Elsaā¦ slow down.." the redhead panted slightly as she followed behind her sister, the bottom of her skirts growing damp against the snow. Her sister, however, was lost in thought as she moved almost effortlessly through the white power, replaying the last few hours in her head. The sight of one of the DrĆ¼skelle impaled on her ice, his blood dripping scarlet against the purity of the snow, was something she didn't think she would ever forget. She hadn't meant to kill, it had simply been a warning, but she had no control of her magic when she was in a state of fear.
"Elsa, where are we going?" Anna huffed. She had barely been able to make sense of anything when Elsa had pulled her from the bedroom, yanking her out into the snow by the back door. She had no idea what her sister had done, or where she was taking her, but the look on Elsa's face had prevented her from asking too many questions until now.
"Ravka." the blonde said in response, clutching a tighter grasp of the basket of food she had grabbed before they had left.
"Ravka? Elsa, why are we going to Ravka? Why arenāt we going home?" Anna increased her speed, drawing level with her sister. āElsa! Answer me!ā Anna demanded, stopping still. āIām not taking one more step until you tell me what is going on!ā
Elsa stopped walking and turned to her sister, a soft sigh leaving her.
"Ravka is the only safe place for people like me.." she said softly, a tone of desperation in her voice "And you can't go home. They'll torture you for information". She turned away from her sister, hiding from the fear and confusion in Anna's eyes, and began walking again "Please just... trust me."
They walked for days, mostly in silence, hiding in abandoned cabins as they tried to keep warm in the coldness of Fjerda. The weather seemed to grow milder with each passing day as they grew closer and closer to Ravka. Eventually, they passed over to the other side, into the safety of Ravka and found shelter in an abandoned house in the wood.
The house soon became home. Anna spent her days picking flowers, repairing curtains and furniture, and turning the house into something remotely liveable. The frostiness between the two sisters was slowly defrosting, Annaās resentment about being stolen away from her life seemed to slowly fade away. In the weeks that followed, Elsa slowly began to manipulate the landscape, bringing ice and snow down from the northern border until she had drawn enough to surround their little makeshift home. It was foolish, perhaps. Anyone local to the area would notice the unnatural flow of the snow. Perhaps they'd notice the small wall of ice that was beginning to form around the house. Maybe they would suspect that the abandoned shelter was abandoned no more. It was risky, but Elsa couldn't stop herself from trying to create a defence. Despite being on the safe side of the border, Elsa still couldn't settle, couldn't relax. During the day, she was constantly on edge, set off by any sound. At night, she dreamed of the man that she had killed, of the image of his blood running along the ice she had pierced his heart with. She rarely managed a full night's sleep.
Weeks later, as she woke from yet another nightmare, Elsa pulled herself out of bed, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. With one look at her sleeping sister, who would sleep through anything, Elsa slipped on her shoes and made her way to the door. She needed fresh air and moonlight. The tranquillity of the snow she had manipulated. It all helped ease her mind as she stepped out into the night air, taking a deep breath. There was something about the snow that she found especially calming, and the way it looked in the moonlight made her forget for a moment that she had accidentally killed a man with her powers. As she leaned back against the wooden door she had just closed, she heard the rustling of leaves and the sound of footsteps nearby.
"Who's there?" she called into the darkness, feeling the tingling of ice at her fingertips, a warning. The forest around her seemed to grow darker as though every shadow had grown in size and shape and darkness. Silence seemed to fall around her just as a flurry of snow began to fall upon her blonde hair. She was unsure whether it was the silence or the snow that sent that chill up her spine. She could hear the sound of her heart pounding as it pumped blood through her body, while blue eyes scanned that darkness for someone. She had heard the sound of life, of movement, and though they were firmly within Ravka, she couldnāt help but fear that the drĆ¼skelle had caught up with her.
From the darkness, Elsa saw a pale face and a dark kefta. Not drĆ¼skelle, but not exactly someone she would consider a friend. She had heard stories of the man who ruled over Ravkaās second army, of his ability to summon shadows, and of the Shadow Fold that it was believed one of his ancestors created.
The Darkling.
But why was he here? What did he want from her? The snow around her, drawn to her by her Grisha abilities, began to fall faster as the affected area grew. Soon, white flakes were falling upon the Darklingās obsidian kefta, yet the cold seemed to bother him as little as it bothered her. As he drew closer, she could soon see the darkness in his eyes, and the stern look upon his face, and yet he did not speak to her, he simply drew towards her.
āPlease.. donāt come closerā Elsa pleaded into the darkness of his shadows as the air seemed to cling heavily to her skin. Her breathing was shaky as she found herself intimidated by the man before her.
āI canāt control it. I donāt wish to hurt you.ā
Those words seemed to cause the slightest hint of a smile to wash over the Darklingās face. Did her words amuse him? Did he think he was unable to be harmed by her ice? Perhaps he was, but he drew to a stop regardless, giving a slight flick of his wrists as he did so. The darkness around them seemed to ease slowly, the light from the moon soon breaking through his tendrils of shadow, reflecting beautifully on the snow once more. Elsaās eyes remained on the Darkling, however.
āStories of witches in the wood tend to be mere tales of Grisha in hiding..ā he spoke, finally, and Elsa felt as though her entire body had crumpled from within, yet she remained frozen and unmoving upon the porch of the strange little house.
āIāve never before witnessed a Tidemaker whose power lay with ice. You may be one of a kind..ā his words did little to ease the tension. Elsa was very well-read. She had spent years pouring over books on āDrĆ¼sjeā to find mention of one like her, but she had never found a single line about the manipulation of ice.
āWhat is your name?ā The Darkling asked, his dark eyes studying her as Elsaās blue did the same to him.
āElsaā
āIād like you to come with me.ā He said lightly before her name had even fully left her lips, and she had a feeling that it was not so much a request, but a command. Grisha were safe in Ravka, but that safety was not without its conditions.
āYour power is special, and with a bit of training, you would be much better at controlling and using it. You may grow stronger still.ā Those words chilled her. She had killed men with her power already, any stronger and what hope did she have for a normal life?
āI have been looking for power as strong as yours for a long timeā her eyes drew back to his, her eyebrow raising slightly āElsa... You and I are going to change the world.ā
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