bornoficeandsnow:

               His words jabbed at her, and where they hit, the guilt started to bloom. Elsa resisted the impulse to bring her hands together, to fight the anxiety itching at her, and it deemed to be quite the fight – she had to squeeze her eyes shut and clench her jaw. A tremor shook her spine, and an overwhelming chill washed over her like a wave. The frigidity was gone, but now her limbs are anchored by remorse. Elsa had bent her head towards the floor, and the leaden weight hunched her back. Even when she had tried to keep people away from her, Elsa still hurt them. She never meant any of the things to happen, but they did, and the consequences fall on her, and always her. Asking for this stranger’s forgiveness isn’t in one of Elsa’s desires, because she knew the breadth of her fault; therefore undeserving of such an act of kindness.

               Was there anything she could do right?

               “You mean to say you let that monster take me and almost crush me to death?”

               ”But hey, thanks for almost killing me.”

               The man’s words echoed in her thoughts, and upon the third repetition, her head snapped back up to meet his gaze with a bewildered one of her own. Kill him? “No—no, I didn’t—I—never meant to hurt you—honest!” As her apprehension rose, so did the tenor of her voice. “Marshmallow—he was…was just protecting me. And—I’m sorry I just—I’m bad for you.” Her tone was shrill, and unknown to Elsa, her hands were clasping each other, gripping, wringing, and pulling at each other. “It would do you to stay away. Please. It’s for both our sakes.”

               Elsa went on rambling on how it was a dangerous place, her new home. All around her, snowflakes began to descend from the air, and started to whirl around her figure. Marshmallow—he was her creation, and he had tried to kill this stranger. If Marshmallow had succeeded in…in ending the other’s breath, then the stranger’s passing would’ve been indirectly linked to her. Elsa brought her trembling arms around her torso, shivering at the thought that blood—not her own—would’ve tainted the stark pallor of her palms.

               Fear gnawed at her again, and this time her fear translated to her surroundings. What were left of the once-magnificent walls started to grow spikes, and an ugly covering of frost covered it. Inside, the ice started cracking, and Elsa needed to remind herself to breathe. Each shaky breath brought dreadful realisation after dreadful realisation, and if she caved in under the pressure, it won’t just be her limbs that will fall to the ground.

               The whole room housed at least two hurricanes: the tumultuous whirling of snow, and the winds that are wracking the walls of the woman’s heart. It was evident now more than ever, that Elsa was indeed a monster, and to live in freedom alone was not one of the luxuries Fate would bestow upon her. 

Jack couldn’t believe it. Was she actually trying to excuse herself? He didn’t want to overreact, but the creature outside, whatever it was, had almost taken his life. Had it not been for his supernatural ability to control ice and snow - just like the woman standing before him, apparently - the creature called Marshmallow would have succeeded in doing so. 

Eventually, he noticed that the confident, stern facade that the woman had on just moments ago was slowly fading away. She began stuttering, and she was making hand mannerisms that she probably wasn’t even aware of. Jack took note of this, but he didn’t grow any more lax.

Before he could even clear his throat to speak, the room started to fall apart. Ice on the walls started cracking like they were about to explode. And not long after, hurricanes began to form around them, and she was causing it.

Again, Jack couldn’t believe it. Almost getting crushed in a giant’s hands was bad enough for one day, and now this?

"Why are you doing this?”

He tried to reason with her through screams and yells, but to no avail. There was nothing to be heard but the howling of the strong winds that the woman was harnessing.

The boy made a few attempts to leave, but she was too strong. He was trapped. He had to learn how to defend himself, at least for the moment.

He had to take control.

“I am not letting you do this to me again,” he said, bringing his hands in front of him, attempting to form an ice barrier. Concentrating on his powers, sparks of ice began to form in front of him, but instead of creating what would serve as his shield, the ice shot up from his hands and into the ceiling, where a chandelier was hanging from an ice chain. Naturally, the chain snapped in half, bringing to chandelier down to its doom.

To the exact position where the woman had been in her defeated state.

“No!” Jack cried, thrown backwards against the wall by the impact. He had tried to undo his mistake, but it was already too late. The chandelier was already in its descent.