Hey dearies...

I was going through my older stories and found this one...I did put some of this on wattpad, but that died down.

I though...hmm...this will be something interesting for fanfiction thou...

Here's the first part...let me know what ya'll think ok?

Alos this will be dealing with some intense triggers...I will put a warning on before it happens...

Enjoy.

We're all pawns on a chess board. Disposable and worthless. We can do only one thing at a time after we take a big leap from child- till adulthood, but when we reach the other side unscathed and still standing, that's when we are to be feared. We are then in enemy lines, but they are so dispersed that we are more of a threat than it looks. The castles, they are the boarders, if you stand in their way they will take you down. The knights, they are the ones to look out for, they move in such a way that it seems as if they ambush you, they are the patrollers. The bishops, they are easily avoided, given you stay off the colour they are on, one-track minders. The King, now he might be the one you should concur, but is pretty much useless when it comes to attacking. The queen, yes the queen, she is the most feared piece on the board. She can and will do any and everything to protect her king. She is the first one you should get rid of. She's also what you turn into when you reach your goal. It's a constant battle between black and white, good and evil, right and wrong. The white moves first, why? Isn't it true that a good warrior never attacks first? With that in mind, is the white side even the good side? Evil attacks first, so does that make the white pieces the bad side? The black pieces just stand there and won't move until white has. So the question is once again…who are the bad guys and why do they attack one another?

Every move is precise and planed. Every piece has the same two goals, survive and concur. There are times when you taunt your opponent and when you need to you sacrifice one of your pieces, mostly pawns. So is life. We are but pawns, chess pieces that are guided. I move the pawn to stand in front another. Then there are times you need to block, sure you're one piece down for now, but it's worth it most of the time. When we play chess, we play god. We decide who to keep and who to sacrifice, even taking others' lives from our opponent. My opponent moves his knight and I move my bishop, taking the horse out of play. It's a game with no mercy; mercy can be your downfall. There is no such thing as sparing a piece. It's a competitive sport, but so is life. No one is spared. I move my queen and call 'check mate', a declaration that my opponent has nowhere to go in order to save its king. They are doomed and I just won the battle, I have yet to win the war. The war will only end when the king has fallen. I just merely spare its pathetic life. We both stand and shake hands. Today, black has won.

I pick up the pieces as I start to put them away. The cold acrylic feel of a shining black queen rests in my hand as I stare at it. They call it a man's game, yet the queen is the strongest and best. Today a woman has won. Stroking a thumb over the polished piece I put it in its place. Every piece has its place, like the game, I am precise and calculated. Like the pieces I am cold and hard. No emotion and stoic like the permanent engravings on the knight to form the horses face. My favourite piece? The queen of course. Once you lose your queen in the game you're as good as dead. It's hard to win without your queen.

"I hear you destroyed my son in that game again," I stiffen and turn to face the voice. The queen.

"It is not a game your majesty, it is a sport," my voice is devoid of emotion.

"Sure it is royal guard," I loathe that title. It meant nothing. I'd rather be a knight if I could not be queen myself.

"I do wish you would go easy on the boy," she continued and I huffed.

"There is no leniency in a battle my queen, the opponent will not go easy on you, so you either learn or give up," my voice drips with venom and she rolls her eyes.

"You and chess, I mean really now, your fascination with it is unhealthy," she retorts and I get the urge to curl my lips into a sneer.

"Does the queen not have anything better to do than fraternise with a mere royal guard?" I almost spat and she laughed.

"You know better than I do that nothing exciting happens for the queen," she smiled and my face darkened.

"That is because men think so lowly of woman," I whisper and she looks down with a sombre expression.

"Is that why you look and sound like a man?" She asked so softly I almost did not hear. I stare at her and she turns her eyes to me.

"A woman can tell a woman from a man, but a man cannot tell a woman from anything but a dress," she said and I looked down clenching my jaw.

"Do not worry, I will not tell anyone," she says and I relax as she walks towards me.

"Why do you want to become a knight?" She asked as she studied my face.

"It is the highest rank I can achieve without being Queen myself, your majesty," I answer and she searches my eyes. She looks into my soul and I almost scoff. I had no soul.

"I will talk to my husband, the king, and see what he thinks about making you a knight," she says and I swear I feel a beat where my heart should be. She looks over my stature and then rests her hands on my chest after adjusting my lapels.

"Maybe I can convince him with my womanly charms to make you my knight," she purrs and I can just stare down at her as her fingers swirl circles where they lay. I hold my tongue, not wanting to speak against the royal woman. I wanted to have the knight title, and I would do anything to keep it. She looks at her hands in thought then up to me with curious eyes.

"How do you manage to keep your breasts as flat as a man's?" She asked and I swallowed.

"Tightly wrapped bandages, your majesty," I answer and she nods.

"I will go see my husband now so you can continue packing those chess pieces away," she whispers, pats my chest twice then walks out of the room. I turn back to the chess and look at the black polished knight. I will soon be close, no longer will I be the pawn.

There you have it...

Let me know who you think this POV is from...

Hint: the queen is not Elsa or Anna, she is a different character.

X3