Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story.

(1) note. It's been a long time since I've written anything and Anya Ishikawa, a friend of mine that I regretfully met in this site, forced me to write a Hiccelsa fic because she's running out of stories to read. The plot is her idea so pm her for future complaints.

(2) note. My writing skills are rusty so I apologize for any mistakes. Immediate action would be done once pointed out.

(3) note. Characters from other movies are included.

(4) note. Enjoy, I guess?

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"Please father, stay away from me. I don't want to hurt you."

Pale thin arms wrapped around a trembling body. Fear was written on a face of a young girl, her brows furrowed and her eyes tightly shut. Frosts was quickly forming on her feet, the corner where she stood filled with a thin sheet of ice.

She was terrified, afraid not for herself but for the two people that stood before her.

Agdar's eyes softened. His arms longed to replace the ones that were wrapped around his daughter. No pain could ever compare to the one tightening in his chest. He was a king, a wise ruler, well beloved by his kingdom and respected by the neighboring nations yet he could not be the comfort that his own child seeks. He feels like an utter failure.

"Elsa." His wife, Idun began "We're here to help you." Her voice filled with worry and defeat.

Elsa shook her head. "No. Please, mother I'm fine." She proceeded to turn her body away, scared to watch the tears in her parent's eyes.

Both parents released a disappointed sigh before leaving the quarters of their daughter.

Elsa stood for a moment before giving out a strangled cry. How she wished to be embraced by her father, how she longed to be comforted by her mother, but if her touch could freeze them, she rather freezes herself in isolation.

Stumbling to her bed, she reached for the object under her pillow. Blurred from her tears, Elsa stared at the brown object in her arms. Her mood instantly shifted when the familiar image of a dragon met her eyes.

She trailed her fingers on the cover, pausing once it reached the sketch of a young man.

The ice around her instantly vanished.

"You understand me, right?" Her voice pleaded. "You know what it's like to be alone."

Swallowing the acid that seemed to form in her throat, the young princess clutched the book to her chest.

"I wish this night mare to stop."

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"I wish my own story would begin, my own adventure."

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"I wish you were here..."

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"Hiccup"

SNOW COVERED VOLCANO

Prologue

For what is more treacherous than a flame as cold as ice.

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"Jack, ye good for nothin' servant, wait for me!" A small girl called, her breath coming in pants as she ran to a blond haired boy. Halting, she forcefully released the end of her green dress, her blue eyes narrowing at the brown figure before her.

He was facing away from her, his body rigid as he stood still on the beach. The small girl kicked the sands under her feet, huffing as she crossed her arms on her chest. The older boy continued to ignore her, emitting an angry grunt from the younger girl as she took a curly red lock behind her ear.

"Hey Overland! Do you know that I can execute ye for ignorin' me?! Hey, Jackson I'm tal-!"

Blue eyes widened as the small girl took in the figure behind her companion.

"Is she dead?" She asked worriedly, taking a step forward to look at the brown haired man's face.

Jack shrugged, his lips set in a grim line. "I don't think so, Mer."

His gaze averted from the sleeping figure before them. "Stay here, okay? I'll go get some help."

Merida nodded, red hair bobbing with her movement. "Call mum!" She shouted, watching him as she ran off to their vacation camp.

"I'll be back soon!"

Merida returned her gaze to the figure lying on the sand. Reluctantly, she approached the sleeping figure, now taking in the constant rise and fall of her chest.

Her small feet froze when she heard a cracking sound. Snapping her eyes to her feet, she raised a portion of her long gown. There, her eyes widened at what she saw. The sand was covered in a thin sheet of ice, trailing back to the pale form.

"Magic!" She said aghast before excitement began to rule her.

Quickly, she ran to the figure, her small hand gripping the side of the figure's arm before shifting the figure to its back. Her actions revealed a young woman, face pale yet beautiful. She was wearing a dress like her, although hers was soaked and tattered at the ends. Blue eyes studied her more as she took in her platinum blond hair, some disarray from the bun it was in yet still not as messy as hers, which the small girl silently envied.

"My life would be easier If my hair was as manageable as yers." Her voice squeaked as she carefully push the pale strands covering the stranger's face.

The small girl studied the other more. Merida could tell that the young woman was at least a couple of years older than her friend Jack. Relief filled her chest although the young princess doesn't know why.

"W-What?"

The small girl was snapped out of her reverie when she heard the soft whimper of the girl.

"You're awake!" She cheered, her eyes meetings similar blue orbs.

"Who?" The woman gasped, sitting up as she clutch an unknown object on her chest.

"My name's Merida! What's yours?"

Pale fist whitened as the young woman's hold on the object tightened.

"E-El.." She paused. "Elsa?"

Red brows furrowed. "Well… Nice to meet you!" She smiled. "So where are ye from? Why are ye here? And what's that yer holdin'?"

Elsa backed away from the small girl, her thoughts filled with countless questions.

"Did ye do that ice you were sleepin' in? Hey, are-are you okay?"

Merida kneeled in front of the older girl, uncaring if her mother would have another fit for ruining her dress.

"I-I don't know.." Elsa stammered sincerely.

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"I-I can't remember anything."

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(5) note. Thank you for reaching the end. Til' the next update.