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David and Elsa’s Flashback-Frozen Realm
Elsa, after having her secret powers of ice being revealed on the night of her coronation due to Anna’s refusal to accept her refusal of her sudden engagement and demanding the gates to be closed once again, she ran far away from the civilization of Arendelle and into the extreme deep of the snowy plains. Accepting and embracing of who she is, Elsa used her ice magic to create a thick ice castle in the middle of nowhere while singing a song to represent herself of being her true self.
Elsa is currently standing in her main floor about to make it official that she is finally free, she picks off the beautiful crown off her head and looks at it for a second. She shakes her head and sings. “I'm never going back… the past is in the past!.”
She proudly tossed the crown to the side and used her magic to transform her royal queen attire and shoes into something that fits her well, after she got done messing up her hair to let her hair braid down. A nice beautiful blue gleaming ice dress and a pair of ice heels.
“Let it go, let it go!. And I'll rise like the break of dawn!.” Elsa walks her way up the steps and is still singing. “Let it go, let it go!. That perfect girl is gone!.”
Elsa reaches her brand new balcony and sings loud and proud. “Here I stand in the light of day!. Let the storm rage on!.” She smirks and proudly says freely. “The cold never bothered me anyway.”
After chuckling lightly after using her magic to make cold wind to close the double doors of the balcony. She planned on examining her very own brand new castle and seeing what her magic had made, until she heard a singing humming sound from nowhere which froze her in her tracks.
“What?.” Elsa raises her brow and has a confused look on her face. “There shouldn't be anyone for miles and miles.”
Walking forward in tracking down while hearing the clinking noise from her heels making contact with the ice floors. Elsa's ears are letting her know she is getting closer and closer to the source of who is singing. She reached the rail of the indoor balcony and looked down to the main floor to see the same individual who showed up at the church earlier before anyone else got in, let alone made her dance at her coronation ballroom party. David, admiring the craftsmanship of the inner castle, hummed while not noticing Elsa looking down at him.
“My, My, My, what a beauty.” David spoke with a look of amazement.
"Hey, you!." Elsa called.
David looks up and grins big before giving a whistle. "Well, Well, Well, look at you. Don't you look ravishing."
Elsa leans over the balcony rail, her palms unfazed of the serious coldness of the ice. "How did you get here? This place is miles from anywhere." Her voice echoes sharp in the cavernous hall, bouncing off crystalline walls.
Below, David just chuckles and crosses his arms. "If you most know, I followed you up here."
"You followed me?." Elsa was in disbelief.
"Yep, I walked in this winter wonderland while listening to you sing like an angel." David sees her blush on the last part he just said.
Elsa's fingers tightened on the railing, frost spiderwebbing beneath her touch. "You shouldn't be here," she said, her voice colder than the air. "I am...I am ... I am dangerous." She remembered the ice spike she'd accidentally sent toward Anna, the fear in her sister's eyes.
"Dangerous?." David can't stop grinning. "Dangerous?!. Oh, you are not dangerous. Now, having a brain freeze is dangerous. It makes things so difficult when slurping on a nice yummy smoothie or snow cone...or..."
"I get it!." Elsa got a bit irritated.
"Are you mad..." David made a click noise with his mouth. "Or nah?."
Elsa felt a chill that had nothing to do with her powers. "You saw what happened back in Arendelle," she hissed, ice fractals blooming on the balcony beneath her gloves. "People flee from me. You should too."
"You're not scary or dangerous." David shakes his head. "It's ice. There is nothing scary about ice and snow. Catching a cold or flu is normal and common. You are believing in yourself on a lie."
Elsa stares at him, her knuckles white on the railing. "You don't understand," she whispers, her breath misting in the frigid air. "I hurt people. I freeze things without meaning to. I'm unstable."
"If you're talking about financial-wise, then yeah you are unstable." David jokingly spoke. "Bet you would spend the people's tax money and buy a bunch of things you don't really need."
Elsa's eyes narrowed, frost crackling audibly along the railing now. "This isn't a joke," she stated, her voice low and dangerous. "Go...away...NOW!."
Elsa used her powers and spread multiple big chunks of ice spikes and lumps as obstacles. David sees all of this as it all blocked him from even daring to reach her through the steps.
"Seriously?." David sees his breath when talking. "Now, you're acting childish."
Elsa stares at him silently. Her fingers curl into fists. "You are not getting anywhere near me. The door. Exit. Now."
David smiles. "Did you forget?. I too have magic as well."
Elsa doubted what he told her back at the castle. "You're just bluffing. You don't have any magic. I bet you're not even a king who rules a unique kingdom. Dreamlight Valley...Pfft. I'm not stupid. I wasn't born yesterday."
"No, but like the old saying goes. Seeing is..." David had his hand out and summoned his pickaxe out of thin air. "Believing."
Elsa gasped as the tool shimmered into existence. A solid wood handle, gleaming golden metal tip. "That's... impossible," she breathed, leaning further over the railing.
David looks at the spike in front of him. Lifting his pickaxe up and dropping it down on it. Turning the spike into three large balls of snowballs. He picks one up and bites into one. "Mmmm, cold and delicious. This is pure fresh and clean water right here."
Elsa watched, stunned, as David casually crunched the snowball. Her mind raced on how could he do that?. How could he touch her ice and turn it into snowballs like it was nothing?.
"That... that shouldn't be possible," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the creak of settling ice. "Where is the logic?. There is no way that a simple pickaxe can break a thick large ice spike in just one single hit, much less turn it into a bunch of soft snow balls."
"It's called magic." David busted every single spike and lumps into snowballs before presenting his pickaxe. "This here is one of my royal tools that I created. The magical pickaxe. It's more powerful and stronger than your average pickaxe."
Elsa stared at the tool, its golden tip gleaming unnaturally. Her own ice magic prickled beneath her skin, reacting to the strange energy radiating from it. "How?" she demanded, her voice tight. "Ice doesn't just... shatter into snowballs."
"Again... it's magic." David used his magic to glide himself right up the steps which made Elsa's eyes go wide.
"H...H...How...H...H...How..." Elsa can't even finish her sentence.
"Dreamlight magic. That's one of my fun feats. Dreamlight gliding." David performs it and glides all around her as she spins around.
Elsa got dizzy and was about to fall over the rail if it wasn't for David to stop it from happening. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." David smiled. "Now, you see? I'm not lying. I am the king of Dreamlight Valley."
Elsa pulls herself off of David's grip. "I said leave!. I'm happy here alone and I don't want any guests."
"So, you're telling me you don't want anyone visiting you?." David plays it off.
Elsa glared, frost swirling around her feet. "Yes," she snapped, stepping back toward the balcony doors. "This is my sanctuary. My freedom. I won't have it invaded by... by..."
"A handsome, fun, friendly guy?." David winks at her.
Elsa sighed, exasperated. "By anyone," she clarified sharply, turning toward the balcony doors. Her ice heels clicked against the floor, echoing in the vast chamber. Frost trailed her steps like a reluctant shadow. "This place is mine. My escape."
"So, you disown your birthright as queen of Arendelle and everything Arendelle related?." David asked in wonder.
Elsa paused mid-stride, her shoulders stiffening. "Yes," she stated flatly, without turning. "The crown, the throne... the fear. It's all behind me now." Her voice echoed hollowly in the ice chamber. "Here, I answer to no one."
David nods. "Good to know." He pulls out Elsa's crown. "Since you disown everything that is Arendelle, I wonder how much Goofy is willing to give me for this crown?. A million coins?. Trillion?. Mmmm, nah, I doubt he can count to a trillion at such a number. Scrooge on the other hand is a definite yes."
Elsa felt a bit of anger when hearing what he just said. "Hey, you can't pawn the royal crown!. That crown has been passed down in my family for generations all the way to Arendelle The First herself!."
"Hey, you disown it. Meaning it's up for grabs." David teased before pulling the crown away from Elsa who tried to snatch it from him.
Elsa's breath hitched as she lunged for it but missed it. "Give that back!."
David sidestepped smoothly, the pickaxe vanished from his hand at his will. He chuckled, flipping the crown like a coin "Temper, temper. Didn't your royal tutors teach you patience or you were self taught?."
Elsa lunged again. "That belongs to my kingdom!." Frost crackled across the floor, racing toward David's boots.
"You did say let it go." David puts the crown into his magical infinite storage space backpack.
Elsa froze mid-lunge, her outstretched hand trembling. The sudden disappearance of the crown felt like a physical blow. Her sanctuary now felt violated, the ice walls closing in as panic clawed at her throat. "That crown... it's history," she whispered, her voice raw. "It's my history."
"More like disowned history." David puts his red backpack down. "Like I told you back in Arendelle. Just because we're rulers doesn't mean we have to wear our crowns everywhere we go. That would put people down."
Elsa sighs. "Yeah, you told me once."
"You need to smile and feel happy." David studies her up and down. "I know a good remedy to make that happen. Just need to know where your sensitive spots are."
Elsa stiffens. "Don't you dare touch me." Her voice drops dangerously low. "I mean it."
David dared walk towards her and looked down at her feet and grins. "Oh, we are going to enjoy this moment... mostly me."
Elsa instinctively backed away, her ice heels scraping sharply against the frozen floor. "Stay back!."
"I played defensive line back in school. It's time to tackle." David charged at her and tackled her down gently and summoned a strong rope and tied her arms behind her back.
Elsa struggled against the ropes, her ice magic flaring uselessly against their strange, shimmering fibers. "Release me this instant!" Frost crackled from her fingertips, but the ropes absorbed it like sunlight.
David grinned, flipping her onto her stomach with surprising gentleness. His fingers found the delicate arch of her right foot, exposed by the ice heels. "Gorgeous feet."
"No!. Don't you..." Her protest dissolved into a sharp gasp as she saw him remove her shoes. "I'm warning you!."
David looks back at her and grins. "And I'm warning you to prepare yourself for the tickle-tickle!."
Elsa's eyes widened and busted out laughing. "Hahaha!."
David grinned mischievously as his fingers danced lightly across the sole of her right foot. "See?.Told you I'd find your sensitive spots!."
Elsa laughed like she hadn't laughed in years. "I'm so going to get you back... hahaha!."
"Who has sensitive feet?. Who has sensitive feet?." David treats her like a dog.
Elsa laughs uncontrollably. "Hahaha!. Stop!. Hahaha!. Please!. Hahaha!."
"I said you had sensitive feet?." David used the nail of his thumb and went all around her arch area.
Elsa's laughter pitched higher, sharp and breathless. "Hahaha! Stop! Please!." Tears streamed down her cheeks, freezing into tiny crystals before they could fall.
She bucked wildly, but the ropes held firm, shimmering faintly with absorbed frost. Her magic surged uselessly against them, a cold fire trapped beneath her skin. "Alright!. Alright!. I am!. I am!. I have sensitive feet!."
David paused, fingers hovering just above her arch. "Say it louder for the ice sculptures in the back."
Elsa gasped for breath, her chest heaving. "I... have... sensitive... feet!" The admission tore from her, raw and disbelieving. She glared up at him but her smile betrayed her as strands of platinum hair stuck to her damp temples. "Now untie me, you lunatic."
"Sure. After this." David went to work cracking her toes and hearing her relief. "Like it?."
"Love it." Elsa lets out a big sigh. "Ah, boy, I never had any attention on my feet. Ooooo." She felt the deep massage. "Oh, yes, a deep tissue massage."
David grinned, pressing his thumbs into the ball of her foot with expert precision. "You hold all your tension here, Ice Queen."
He worked the knots, feeling the rigid muscles yield beneath his touch. Elsa's head lolled back, a soft moan escaping her lips as years of coiled stress melted away under his fingers. After being done rubbing her feet he lets her go and doesn't expect any physical attack from her.
"Look, all jokes and fun aside, Elsa, you can't run away from your loved ones." David tells her.
Elsa sat up slowly, rubbing her wrists where the ropes had been. Her cheeks were still flushed, but her eyes held a wary curiosity. "You don't understand," she murmured, tracing a frost pattern on the floor. "Anna... I almost killed her. My magic... it's uncontrollable. Everyone knows my secret."
"Never be afraid of what you are. Your powers are a gift and not a burden. You just need a guide." David points at himself. "I am your guide."
Elsa scoffed, frost swirling around her ankles. "A guide? You're a nuisance who tickles royalty and steals crowns."
"Your words hurt but your face says something different. See?." David pulls out a mirror to show her facial reflection.
Elsa stared at her flushed cheeks, the lingering smile lines around her eyes. She touched her face, bewildered. The reflection showed warmth she hadn’t felt in years. "That’s... not me," she whispered, frost prickling her fingertips.
"It is you. It's telling me that you longed for a childhood that was taken from you." David hands her his mirror. "This is the first time you are ever happy."
Elsa traced the unfamiliar curve of her own smile reflected back at her. The warmth felt alien, fragile. "Happy?" The word tasted strange. "It feels... stolen. Like I don't deserve it." She looked away from the mirror. "I wasted precious precious years in that room with zero contact with my sister. I always keep telling her to go away. Yet, she still comes to see me. But now, she learned the rules of keeping her distance away from me."
David leaned against a smooth ice pillar, watching her. "Distance isn't the answer, Elsa. Fear builds walls thicker than any ice castle." He tapped his temple. "Control isn't about locking yourself away. It's about understanding. Your magic reacts to your emotions, sure, but to amplify them. Joy?. Creates beauty." He gestured at the intricate frost patterns swirling across the ceiling. "Fear?. Creates spikes." His gaze sharpened. "Love?. That’s the strongest amplifier of all. And you buried yours deep."
Elsa sighs while David goes over to his bookbag and takes out a full pie. She looks at the creamy surface with her eyes wide. "Is that..."
"Chocolate cream pie?." David sticks a fork in the center of it. "Yes, Elsa. Yes, it is chocolate cream pie. All for you."
Elsa stared at the pie, her stomach growling unexpectedly. She hadn't eaten since fleeing Arendelle. The rich scent of cocoa and cream filled the air, momentarily overpowering the sharp tang of ice. Hesitantly, she took the fork David offered. The first bite melted on her tongue, impossibly sweet and smooth, a stark contrast to the cold solitude she'd embraced. A small, genuine smile touched her lips.
"It's... wonderful." Elsa looks at him with happiness. "The yummy taste of cool chocolate and smooth cream just sent me to pure paradise."
David grinned, leaning against the ice wall. "See? Joy makes things better." He watched her take another bite, savoring it slowly. "Running away cuts you off from moments like this. From Anna, from pie... from people who care."
Elsa lowered the fork, the sweetness turning bittersweet. "Anna deserves better than a sister who hurts her."
"That's the depression talking. Anna loves you. Always." David watched her take big chunks of the pie like a greedy piggy and chuckled. "I have another pie..."
Elsa's fork paused mid-air, chocolate smudging her lip. She stared at him, eyes wide. "Another?."
David grinned, pulling a second pie. This one is cherry filled. "Variety's the spice of life." He slid it across the icy floor toward her.
Elsa caught it instinctively, her fingers leaving frost trails on the tin. The silence settled thickly, broken only by her breathing and the distant howl of wind outside. She traced the cherry filling with her fork, hesitating. "Anna..." The name hung heavy, unfinished. "She tried so hard to reach me."
David watched her, leaning against a pillar. "She still is." His voice softened. "Every day for years."
Elsa throws away her fork. "I always wanted to do this." She uses her hands and eats the pie.
David chuckled, shaking his head. "Royalty eating pie with their hands?. What would the nobles say?."
Elsa spoke with her mouthful. "The nobles can kiss frostbite."
David laughed, a genuine sound that echoed warmly in the icy chamber. He watched her smear cherry filling across her cheek like war paint. "There's the spirit." He pushed off the pillar, stepping closer. "Running hides that fire. Not protecting anyone."
Elsa digs her face into the pie and eats it like an animal. "Mmmm, creamy."
David can't resist pulling out his magical phone and taking a picture. "What are the odds of snapping this?. You are such a pig.”
Elsa grins back at him and playfully makes a pig noise. “Oink!. Onik!."