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Chapter 3 of A Retelling of Frozen 2 is up!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52396078/chapters/136235827#workskin

Fanfiction: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14309034/1/A-Retelling-of-Frozen-II

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Chapter 3 Destiny’s Calling

“Lord Sworsin," Elsa began softly, "we apologise for disturbing you at such a late hour, but what we have to show you is of utmost importance." They could see the weariness in his eyes as he glanced at the journal, as if he had been expecting this moment for a long time.

“No need to apologise, Your Majesty.” Lord Sworsin nodded, motioning for them to continue. With trembling hands, Anna opened the journal and placed it before him. As he skimmed through the pages, his face filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding.

He began to speak, his voice heavy with the weight of the past. "This is your mother's journal," he stated, his voice filled with a hint of nostalgia. "A treasure trove of memories and secrets."

Lord Sworsin's voice grew softer, "Your father, as a young boy, ventured into the Northuldrian forest with his own father, King Runeard, to discuss strengthening ties between the Northuldra and Arendelle." he began, his words painting vivid images in their minds. "The Northuldrian people had a deep connection with the elemental spirits of the forest. It was a place of harmony and peace, or so we thought.”

The girls listened intently, their eyes wide with wonder as Lord Sworsin continued. "Tragedy struck, the Northuldra attacked without warning." he continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "A fire, caused by the fire spirit, ravaged the forest. The other spirits, in their frenzy, unleashed chaos. Your grandfather was killed by one of the Northuldra. It sparked a war between the Arendellian and Northuldrian forces."

Silence settled in the room as the weight of this revelation sank in. Anna found her voice, her words filled with a mix of disbelief and sorrow. "Our mother," she began, her voice trembling, "she was Northuldrian, wasn’t she?"

Lord Sworsin sighed heavily, his gaze falling to the floor. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your mother was Northuldrian."

He continued, "You see, when your father returned from the forest, I found him unconscious in one of our wagons. And there, beside him, was a young girl wearing Arendelle's crest. She had your father's head in her lap, providing him comfort as best she could. She was clearly traumatised."

Sworsin paused for a moment, his gaze lost in the memories. "I knew what she was, but I couldn't find it in my heart to turn her away. Instead, I had her work in the palace, keeping her close to protect her. Little did I know that she would bring so much light and happiness into your father's life."

Anna listened intently, her mind trying to process the weight of this revelation. "And so, she became the queen of Arendelle.” she stated, her voice filled with a mix of awe and confusion.

Sworsin nodded, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "Yes, Your Highness. Over time, your father fell deeply in love with her, she brought him joy and happiness, especially after the tragic loss of his own father, which haunted him greatly."

The girls were silent, their minds racing with a whirlwind of emotions. Elsa, her voice steady and composed, asked the question that hung in the air. "Who knew?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Lord Sworsin met Elsa's gaze, his eyes filled with sadness and understanding. "Your mother's Northuldrian heritage was a secret known only to a few, myself included." he explained. "She had chosen to keep it hidden, fearing the prejudice and conflict it could bring."

“And father?” She asked quietly.

“To my knowledge, no, I’m afraid he did not.”

Elsa's expression turned to one of disgust, her voice laced with disappointment. "So, our mother was of enemy blood, and our father was oblivious to it all." Anna, feeling at a loss for how to comfort her sister, reached out and gently took Elsa's hand.

“But why? Why would she keep this a secret?" Anna asked, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and longing for answers.

Lord Sworsin sighed, his voice filled with empathy. "Your mother loved your father deeply, and she wanted to protect him and both of you from the pain of the past," he explained. "She believed that by keeping her heritage hidden, she could shield you all from the conflict that had torn her homeland apart."

Anna’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she absorbed this new information. "But now that we know, what do we do?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Lord Sworsin placed a comforting hand on Anna shoulder. "You must decide what this means for you. Both of you.” he said gently.

"Thank you, Lord Sworsin, for sharing this with us," Elsa said emptily. “Goodnight.”

As Lord Sworsin bid them farewell, the weight of his revelation hung heavy in the air. Elsa couldn't bear the silence any longer and her voice trembled as she broke it. "Anna, are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern etched on her face.

Anna hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "I... I don't know, Elsa," she finally replied, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I just, I’m so sick of secrets! I mean, how could Mother keep something like this from us? I get she wanted to protect herself and us but it's... it's like she stabbed us in the back, you know?"

Elsa's brows furrowed, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and anger. "You’re right." she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. "To think that our own mother hid such a significant part of her past from us, from Father... It's hard to wrap my head around it. I, I don't know if I can ever come to terms with it."

Before Anna could respond, a sudden blast of wind blew through the now wide-open window, extinguishing the candles in the room, plunging it into darkness. The howling wind outside grew louder, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding.

Startled, the sisters dashed to the window, as they peered out into the night, their eyes widened in disbelief. Arendelle, once a beacon of light and warmth, was now engulfed in darkness. The water and fire had vanished, leaving an eerie emptiness in their wake. The wind tore through the streets, ripping roofs off buildings and uprooting trees. The very ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet.

"What's happening?" Anna shouted, her voice barely audible over the howling wind.

Elsa's gaze was fixed on the darkened sky, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. "I don't know! But we have to do something," Elsa shouted over the roaring wind. "We need to evacuate everyone from Arendelle and get them to safety!"

Anna nodded, her voice filled with urgency. "We’ll get everyone to the cliffs!”

They hurried through the castle halls, their steps echoing in the silence. As they reached the castle grounds, a powerful gust of wind threatened to knock them off their feet.

Spotting Kristoff desperately clinging to Olaf, they hurriedly made their way to his side. The wind howled, threatening to carry Olaf away, but Kristoff held on tightly, refusing to let go.

"Anna! What's going on?" Kristoff called out, his voice carrying over the howling wind.

“I don’t know but need to evacuate everyone to the cliffs for safety. Will you and Sven help us?"

Kristoff nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Of course!“

With Olaf safely cradled in Kristoff's arms, they sprang into action, forming a united front to guide the frightened citizens through the treacherous streets.

"Head to the cliffs!" Elsa called out, her voice carrying through the tumultuous air. "We'll find safety there!"

The wind continued to howl, its voracious gusts threatening to tear the very fabric of Arendelle apart. Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Sven braced themselves against the powerful force, their determination unwavering.

"Stay close, everyone!" Anna shouted, her voice barely audible above the raging winds.

As they navigated the crumbling streets, the ground trembled beneath their feet, adding urgency to their mission. The once vibrant town now lay in ruins, its buildings battered and broken.

Elsa's icy powers proved invaluable as she as she conjured shimmering barriers to shield the citizens from the cascading debris. Her radiant ice illuminated the darkness, infusing the scene with a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. Meanwhile, Kristoff and Sven toiled tirelessly, helping people navigate the treacherous terrain, and ensuring that no one was left behind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the cliffs. The citizens huddled together, finding solace in each other's presence. Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Kristoff, and Sven stood at the forefront, their faces reflecting a mix of exhaustion and relief. As they gazed out at Arendelle, they noticed something unexpected. The relentless wind had finally died down, leaving the town in a state of eerie stillness and ruin.

"We did it," Olaf whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I didn’t think we would!” He chuckled.

As the group stood on the cliffs, relieved that everyone had been safely evacuated, a burst of brilliant light shot into the sky, illuminating the darkened clouds. Suspended in the air were icy diamonds of vibrant red, green, yellow, and purple, shimmering with an otherworldly beauty.

The people of Arendelle stared up in a mix of shock, awe, and for some, horror and disgust. The unexpected sight left them speechless, their eyes wide with disbelief. Elsa, however, looked up with worry and confusion etched on her face. She then glanced down at her hands, questioning if she had caused this phenomenon.

Anna approached Elsa cautiously. "Did you do this, Elsa?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Elsa shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and concern. "No, Anna," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't know what's happening. This...this isn't me."

Kristoff, who had been watching Elsa closely, stepped forward, his expression filled with genuine concern. "Elsa, are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Elsa nodded, her gaze still fixed on the suspended ice crystals. "I'm fi-"

Just as Elsa was about to finish her sentence, a sudden, searing pain shot through her head, causing her to wince and clutch her temples. The intensity of the headache was overwhelming, almost as if her mind was being pierced by icy shards. At the same time, the once suspended ice crystals in the sky began to fall. Yet, amidst the mesmerizing sight of the falling ice crystals, the crowd remained oblivious to Elsa's hidden struggle. The distraction of the spectacle shielded her pain from Anna's watchful eyes.

The people of Arendelle stood in awe and horror as the ice crystals plummeted from above, crashing onto the already devastated remnants of their once beautiful kingdom. The deafening sound of impact echoed through the air, mingling with gasps and cries of those watching. The once-grand structures were now covered in a layer of shattered ice, adding to the desolation that surrounded them.

As the last of the suspended ice crystals shattered and fell, a strange sensation washed over Elsa, relieving the pain in her head and leaving behind a faint buzzing feeling. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the crowd, his face a mix of anger and accusation. It was Councilman Falsen.

"Enough!" Councilmen Falsen bellowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "How many more unnatural phenomena will befall our kingdom because of you? Arendelle is in ruins, and you stand here, pretending innocence!"

Elsa's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she mustered the courage to defend herself. She parted her lips to speak, but her voice betrayed her, faltering as she struggled to find the right words.

Anna, sensing Elsa's struggle, stepped forward, her voice filled with determination. "Hold on just a minute, Falsen," she retorted. "Elsa had nothing to do with this. She's been trying to protect Arendelle, not harm it."

Councilmen Falsen scoffed, his eyes narrowing with skepticism. "Oh, and how convenient that you defend her, Princess Anna," he sneered. "It seems you've been blinded by your sister's powers and can't see the truth."

Councilmen Falsen's eyes narrowed with disdain as Kristoff stepped forward, his voice filled with conviction. "You should watch your words. Elsa is our queen, and she deserves respect."

Councilmen Falsen let out a mocking laugh, his voice dripping with condescension. "And who do we have here? The peasant trying to speak like a noble," he sneered. "Your opinion holds no weight here, boy.”

Kristoff's jaw clenched, his determination unwavering. "My status doesn't define the truth. I've seen firsthand the sacrifices Elsa has made for Arendelle. She deserves respect.”

Falsen scoffed at Kristoff's words, "Boy, your peasant view is irrelevant. But let me ask you this: Why does the Queen of Arendelle need a mere peasant and the Princess herself to defend her? Surely the Queen can speak for herself?”

Anna's gaze shifted from Falsen to her sister, noticing the quickened pace of Elsa's breath and the sudden drop in temperature around her. She could sense Elsa's panic rising, and without hesitation, she jumped in once again to defend her.

"Enough, Falsen!" Anna's voice rang out, filled with determination. "Your prejudice blinds you from seeing the truth. Elsa is our queen, and she has proven time and again that she is worthy of our trust. We stand by her, no matter what."

Councilmen Falsen crossed his arms, his expression still filled with doubt. "I find it hard to believe that this is all just a coincidence." he muttered.

Anna, her voice filled with determination, took a step forward. "Well, we won't find any answers by pointing fingers and placing blame," she declared. "Arendelle needs its leaders to work together, not tear each other apart.”

Kristoff nodded in agreement.

Councilmen Falsen paused for a moment, his gaze shifting between Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff. Finally, he let out a sigh, his anger subsiding slightly. "Very well," he conceded. "But mark my words, if we discover that you had any part in this, Queen Elsa, there will be consequences."

Elsa weakly nodded.

As Falsen walked away, Anna couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "The nerve of that guy! Who does he think he is?"

Kristoff chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he’s got some serious attitude."

Turning their attention back to Elsa, Anna gently placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Hey, Elsa, are you okay?”

Elsa's eyes filled with desperation as she shook her head, her voice trembling. "What are we supposed to do?" Panic gripped her, and she began to voice her fears aloud. "I don't know how to fix this. Arendelle will never trust me again."

Anna's heart ached for her sister as she squeezed Elsa's shoulder. "Elsa," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy, "I understand how overwhelming this feels right now. But remember, we've faced challenges before, and we've always found a way through. We'll find a way this time too."

Elsa's panic began to subside slightly as she listened to her sister’s words. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I trust you, both of you." she whispered, her gaze shifting between Anna and Kristoff.

Kristoff, sensing Elsa's unease, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Elsa. We'll figure this out together.” he said, his voice filled with determination.

Just as Kristoff finished speaking, the ground beneath them began to rumble once more. The sound of rocks shifting filled the air, catching Kristoff's attention. He swiftly spun around, only to come face to face with none other than Bulda. Without missing a beat, Bulda enveloped Kristoff in a flurry of affectionate kisses, her joy overflowing. "Oh, Kristoff, my dear, I've missed you!" she exclaimed, smothering his cheeks with her loving gestures.

In the midst of the whirlwind, Grand Pabbie, the wise and ancient troll, rolled onto the scene. His voice carried a sense of urgency as he turned to Elsa and Anna. "Elsa, Anna, I need to speak to you both." he declared, his words laced with a weighty importance.

Elsa's eyes widened in surprise and concern. She exchanged a quick glance with Anna before stepping forward to meet Grand Pabbie. "What is it, Grand Pabbie? What do you need to tell us?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Grand Pabbie, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom, began to speak. "The spirits of the Enchanted Forest have been awoken.” he revealed, his words resonating through the air.

Anna, always eager for answers, couldn't help but ask, "Why now? And what does it have to do with Arendelle?"

“Let me see what I can see.” Grand Pabbie, his eyes glowing with ancient magic, used his powers to show them visions of what he could see. "The past is not what it seems," he explained, his voice echoing with wisdom. "A wrong must be righted, for Arendelle's safety. Without uncovering the truth, I see no future for Arendelle."

Elsa turned to Kristoff, her voice filled with determination. "Kristoff, do you think we could use your wagon to travel to the Enchanted Forest?" she asked, her eyes searching for his approval.

Kristoff scratched his head, contemplating the request. "Well, I've never taken my wagon that far…” he said, looking at Sven. "Sven, you think you can handle it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Sven nodded happily, his antlers bobbing in agreement. "Thanks, buddy.” Kristoff chuckled, patting Sven's back.

Anna looked surprisingly at Elsa and asked, "Wait, you’re including me in this adventure?"

Elsa nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "Of course, like you said, we're in this together.” she reassured her sister. Anna's face lit up with excitement and relief.

"Another life-threatening adventure? Count me in!" Olaf exclaimed, his carrot nose wiggling with excitement.

Elsa turned to Grand Pabbie once again, her voice filled with hope. "Grand Pabbie, I know it's a lot to ask, but could you please allow the people of Arendelle to seek refuge in your valley? Arendelle has become uninhabitable." she requested.

Grand Pabbie's kind eyes met hers, and he nodded with a reassuring smile. "Of course, Elsa. I will ensure their safety and well-being until your return.” he assured her.

As Elsa strode away with Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven, preparing for the journey that lay ahead, Anna moved to join them. But just as she was about to catch up, Grand Pabbie's voice rang out, calling her name with a sense of urgency.

"Anna," he spoke, his voice laced with worry and a touch of sorrow. "I fear for Elsa. I see before her a path fraught with danger and darkness. A journey that will test her strength and resilience, and a fate that may be cruel and unforgiving."

Anna's heart sank, her eyes reflecting the weight of the words spoken by the wise elder. She looked down, her mind swirling with thoughts of the perils that awaited her beloved sister. But then, a flicker of determination ignited within her.

"No," she whispered, her voice filled with determination and unwavering love, meeting Grand Pabbie’s gaze once again, "I won't let anything happen to her." she declared, her voice filled with resolve.

#disney #anna #elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #fix it #fix it fic #kristoff #olaf the snowman #sven the reindeer

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xenon-demon · 9 months

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I... have no idea what this is. No that's a lie I know exactly what this is, it's 2.6k of a Frozen AU with Steve as Elsa and Robin as Anna that I wrote in a fugue state after seeing a friend's production of Frozen: The Musical tonight. I have several WIPs I'm supposed to be working on and this is exactly none of them. Bone apple teeth. (Also I'm genuinely unsure if my usual crew of beloved enablers would even WANT to be tagged in this so... for now I'm not doing a taglist, and if I write any more of this AU I'll do one next time 😂)

“Steve!”

At the sound of his name, the Prince — now King, and boy is Robin going to take a while to get used to that — turns his head towards her. Seeing it's Robin, Steve gives his apologies to whatever noble he was talking to and steps away from their conversation. He makes his way over to Robin in just a few short strides, but his eyes flick back and forth between Robin and her new... well. She doesn't really want to think about what Eddie now is to her. In any case, she can already see a questioning frown start to brew on Steve's face, meaning this will be a much harder sell than she expected.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims, his gaze almost immediately sliding over to Eddie and giving him a once-over. He sounds markedly more subdued when he continues, “I see you've... made a friend.”

“Well, I wouldn't say a friend exactly!” Robin laughs, shrill and stilted, and gives Eddie's arm a pointed squeeze when he doesn't immediately join in. Getting the hint, Eddie finally starts laughing along. Hopefully Steve didn't notice her hinting, since she's had her arm wrapped around Eddie's since before she even called him over.

Steve raises an eyebrow at her, and shit does she need to keep this moving.

“This,” Robin announces, using the hand that's not around Eddie's arm to do a quick flourish in the direction of his face, “is Prince Edward of the Kingdom of Forest-Upon-Hills. We met at the ball tonight.”

“It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” says Eddie, trying his best to show the proper respect and bow as he does so. Robin's death grip on his arm prevents him from getting very far.

“Likewise,” Steve replies, sounding incredibly skeptical of this whole conversation. He then shoots Robin a look, which, rude, but also entirely warranted given what she's about to ask him.

Steeling herself, Robin begins to say, “Prince Edward and I-”

“Just Eddie is fine,” Eddie interrupts her, leaning in a little bit closer to her as he whispers. He's got terrible volume control, however, so she wouldn't know it was meant to be a whisper if she hadn't spent the past two hours talking to him.

“Not one for formalities, Prince Eddie?” Steve asks, the weight of his gaze finally leaving Robin's shoulders for a moment. God, she often wishes her brother was easier to read, but never as strongly as she does right now.

Eddie, meanwhile, straightens up so quickly it's like he's been electrocuted.

“Uh, not particularly, no. They grate on me,” Eddie says. He pauses for a moment, and Robin can see the deliberation on his face before he adds, “Your Majesty.”

“I'm not one for formalities either, Prince Eddie,” Steve says. His mouth twitches into a very small smile. “I prefer Steve.”

There's a pause, then, where Steve and Eddie are locked into some strange stare-down, while Robin looks on in vague exasperation. She's pretty sure she could strip naked and swing from the chandelier in the center of the ballroom and neither of them would take any notice of her. She's about to intervene, actually, because they really do not have time for whatever this is, when Eddie miraculously breaks the spell himself. He blinks a bit, looking away from Steve and back to Robin, face significantly more flushed than it was a minute ago.

“I believe you were saying something to K- to Steve, Princess?” Eddie asks, just about tripping over Steve's new title on instinct before catching himself.

Robin just barely restrains herself from rolling her eyes. She really is the bravest, most long-suffering warrior in all of Hawkins.

Putting her brave face back on, Robin turns to her brother and says, “Yes I was, thank you Eddie, I was saying that Prince Eddie and I-” and here she falters, because Steve looks back at her and meets her gaze. She swallows, trying to be subtle, and looks very pointedly at Steve's forehead instead of his eyes. She can't do this if she's looking him in the eye.

She takes another half second to compose herself, then rips the band-aid off.

“Prince Eddie and I seek your blessing for our marriage.”

“Excuse me?” Steve says, more like demands, almost choking on nothing. Robin's never seen her brother this off-kilter in her life. He doesn't even try to compose himself at all before he says, “Robin, can I speak to you for a moment? Alone?”

Robin swallows guiltily, knowing he'll see straight through her if she agrees.

“No. Anything you want to say to me, you can say to both of us,” Robin says, and how her voice stays steady, she doesn't even know. It probably helps that she's still not looking Steve in the eye.

“Robin- I don't-” Steve interrupts himself to run his gloved hands down his face. He pauses for a moment, face completely covered by his hands, and takes a deep sigh. When he removes his hands and starts speaking again, his voice is measured. Calm. Deadly.

“Rob, you can't marry a man you just met,” Steve states. The word man falls heavy off his tongue, and Robin knew she would regret coming out as a lesbian, she just didn't think it would be like this. Squaring herself up for the best performance of her life, Robin begins her improvised speech full of bullshit to convince her brother to let her do this.

Before she can, however, Eddie chimes in with, "You can if it's true love." Steve doesn't even spare Eddie a glance, but his frown does deepen significantly. Shit.

“Steve,” Robin begins, trying very hard to stay calm, “Eddie and I have a connection unlike any I've ever felt before. I lo-love him”—shit, she could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat saying that, and judging by the almost-imperceptible twitch in Steve's eye, he knows too—“and I think it's time I start giving back to the Kingdom of Hawkins.”

“Giving back?” Steve asks, and fuck he's folding his arms across his chest now. “How exactly is this giving back to the kingdom? What you're doing is running headfirst into the first bad decision you can find.”

”I'm a bad decision?” Eddie asks. Both Robin and Steve ignore him.

“No, Steve, I'm giving back by giving the kingdom a new celebration to look forward to after your coronation,” Robin hisses. “A royal wedding is another opportunity to open the castle gates and bring the kingdom together-”

“Absolutely not,” Steve snaps, interrupting her. “We are not opening up the castle gates again for a long time.”

“Why not, Steve?” Robin snaps back. “Tonight's been great for the kingdom's morale, it's been great for you to see people and actually socialize-”

“You have no idea what's good for me, Robin,” Steve says, making her stop dead. It hurts, hearing Steve say that like it's obvious and she's stupid for not knowing it already. What hurts more is that it’s true.

Once it's clear Robin won't keep talking, Steve continues, “You asked for my blessing, and I do not give it. I don't approve of this, and if you're doing this in some misguided attempt to make me happy- quite frankly you've gone insane if you think this would make me happy.”

With that, he turns to walk away.

Okay, sure, she has no idea what Steve's whole deal is or why he's always shutting her out, but Robin is sure she knows what will help.

Sure, part of this crazy scheme is the vague idea that if Robin has a picture-perfect capable-of-bearing-children partnership, then Steve will be under less pressure himself to marry someone who can produce an heir. Maybe, with less scrutiny on his personal choices, he'll learn to relax and open up more over time. That idea falls apart pretty quickly, however, as the thought of producing an heir with a man - even one as fun to talk to as Eddie - makes her want to gouge her own eyes out. No, the real reasoning behind Robin's (admittedly insane) plan to marry someone she met two hours ago at her brother's coronation is so she has an ironclad reason for Steve to open the gates again. Sure, ideally it would've been a woman who caught her eye tonight, but she can't be picky. Robin doesn't meet anyone, especially with the castle locked up like it always is, and she has yet to think of something other than a wedding that would convince Steve to open the gates. Then Eddie came along, laughing and flirting (she thinks, at least; Robin's tried to black that part out) and professing his undying true love to her, and this was the best opportunity she was ever going to get.

And she has to convince her brother to open the gates again. Steve's been thriving tonight. He clearly loves the thrum of people, all of them dancing and laughing and enjoying themselves, and he's slowly coming out of his shell with every conversation he has with their subjects. Robin's spent more time talking to her brother tonight than she has in a long, long time. Too long for her to try to quantify it without crying.

Watching her brother turn away from her, the promise of a relationship with him going forward about to slip through her fingers, she knows she has to do something.

“Steve, wait-” Robin says, reaching out for Steve. She grabs him by the hand, feeling the soft cotton of the white gloves he always, always wears.

“Enough, Robin,” Steve says, not even looking back as he yanks his hand out of her grip. She's trying to hold on, though, so she's left holding his glove as Steve pulls his now-bare hand away from her. God, how upsetting is it that it's been years since she saw the back of her own brother's hands?

Steve swears, then, under his breath. Robin almost doesn't hear it; almost.

“Robin, give me my glove.” Steve's not asking; he's demanding. Robin can work with this.

“Not unless you talk to me about why you won't open the gates. Look at how tonight went, it's been so good for you-”

“This isn't up for debate, Robin, give me my glove,” and Steve reaches for it then, but Robin quickly holds the glove up high above her head before he can grab it.

“Why isn't it up for debate? Why do you isolate yourself all the time?” Robin's almost dancing now, twisting and turning as she tries to keep the glove away from Steve's grabbing hands. It doesn't help that he's taller than her, but she's more agile than people think, especially since Steve's in full coronation regalia right now. The material's stiff as a board at the best of times.

“You wouldn't understand, just give me the- ugh!” Steve's stopped trying to grab the glove, instead trying to restrain her and make it easier to grab.

“Maybe I would understand if you'd talk to me instead of shutting me out all the time-” Steve's almost got her in a headlock, but Robin ducks out from underneath it and quickly steps away and out of Steve's reach.

“Robin, that's enough!” Steve shouts, and then several things happen consecutively.

Steve reaches out towards Robin with his right hand, the one missing the glove.

Robin thinks she's going crazy, but- what look like snowflakes shoot out from Steve's hand where he's reached for her.

The crowd, most of whom had turned to look at Steve's shout, gasp, almost in unison.

“I- Steve-” Robin says, not quite sure where to start with the -- actually quite sizable -- pile of snow now on the ballroom floor.

“No,” Steve gasps, and Robin's never heard her brother so distraught. It makes something keen inside her, the sheer anguish in his voice. “No, no no no, this can't be happening, this can't-” Steve reaches up to pull at this hair, but more snow and ice shoots out from his hand as soon as it's pointing towards the ceiling. He flinches away from his own hand, sheer terror on his face, but with every movement Steve makes more and more snow and ice surrounds him. Within a few seconds, there's a wind picking up as well, and it's like a snowstorm is starting to form right there in the castle dining room.

The crowd, originally shocked into silence, starts to move again. Robin hears screaming, people running, shouting from the guards about an evacuation plan, but it's all faint and distorted like she's underwater. All she can focus on right now is Steve, the way his terror is only worsening by the moment.

“Steve, let me help you,” Robin calls over the roar of the crowd and the storm, taking a few steps towards him. She needs to get his attention before getting closer, the last thing she wants to do right now is startle him.

“Stay away from me!” Steve yells, holding up his hands in an instinctive 'stay back' gesture. Yet more ice shoots out towards Robin as he does so. “I’m not safe!”

“I don't care! You're my brother!” Robin shouts back, but Steve doesn't seem to hear her. He's looking down at his hands in horror, then at the waist-high line of ice between the two of them.

Robin somehow knows what he's going to do the moment before he does it.

“Steve!” Robin screams, breaking into a run. Steve's faster than her, always has been, so he makes it to the doors of the ballroom well before she can catch him. It also helps that people, even the guards posted at the doors, part to make room for him whenever he draws near. Seeing Steve push open the ballroom doors just enough to slip through them, Robin yells again, “Steve! Stop!”

“Princess Robin!” Someone crashes into Robin then, nearly sending the two of them flying. (Robin mentally thanks whatever God there may be that she wore pants and not a dress.) After regaining her footing, Robin looks at her assailant to find- oh, it's that guy. The Duke of one of their main trading partners, Tommy something. Haggard? Halfwit? Yeah, something like that.

“Princess Robin,” Tommy Hapless says, bending over with one hand on his knees and the other holding Robin's elbow as he catches his breath. God, Robin does not have time for this. “Princess, you can't- we need guidance. We need someone to... to lead us while the King is... indisposed.”

“I really don't have time for this,” Robin snaps, brushing his hand off her elbow. “Steve's my brother, I have to find him before he gets hurt!”

“I don't think... he's the one who'll be getting hurt,” Tommy Hanger-On says between gasps, quietly, but not so quiet Robin doesn't hear. She makes a point to stomp on his toes as she stalks off towards Eddie, who is doing his best to help people follow the evacuation advice. He looks faintly queasy, and very much like he would rather be literally anywhere else, but he's actually doing a pretty good job of guiding people where the guards want them.

Eddie doesn't notice her coming, so he jumps when Robin grabs him by the shoulder. She turns him around to face her, then grabs him by the other shoulder as well so she's looking him right in the eyes.

“I need to find Steve,” Robin says, not waiting for Eddie to finish whatever question he's opened his mouth to ask before continuing, “Can you take care of the kingdom until we get back?”

Eddie goes pale instantly. “What? I can't-”

“You're a prince, right? I know Forest-Upon-Hills is a pretty small kingdom, but how different can Hawkins really be?” Eddie doesn't look reassured, but Robin cares very little about that right now. She claps him on both shoulders in what she hopes is an encouraging gesture.

She grabs Eddie's hand and thrusts it up into the air, shouting, “Prince Eddie is in charge until I return!”

She then drops his hand before turning and running out into the night, ignoring the chaos behind her and the faint sounds of Eddie's confused protests.

Nothing matters to her now except for finding Steve.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stranger things fic #charlie writes things #stranger things frozen au #rockie #<- vickie is not in this snippet but she's kristoff in this AU so. endgame rockie. target audience #steddie #<- yes eddie is prince hans in this. yes he ends up with steve at the end. he's not evil like hans is don't worry about it.#i have a lot more thoughts about this AU because i'm mentally ill please feel free to ask me questions #e.g. i'm thinking dustin is olaf and max is sven purely because I Think It Would Be Funny. + max deserves to be a bitchy reindeer #also olaf!dustin very much has dustin's personality and snark he is nothing like olaf. the only similarity is he is a snow golem steve made #also it should be clear enough in this but considering it's 2am and it's not proofread: robin is Mega Gay in this and ends up w/ vickie #she just needs an excuse for steve to open the gates up again so she can convince him to do it more often after the wedding goes Perfectly™#her plan was to get the marriage annulled afterwards somehow (she has not thought this through At All god bless <3)#robin's like 'steve's in trouble emotionally oh god i have to run into traffic'

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