Snowflake III ~ A Too Familiar Voice

•Previous Chapter: The Storm•

Elsa woke up with a terrified scream. She just had a nightmare about the ship being caught in a storm. She was the only survivor before the waves claimed her immediately after the ship sank, but as soon as she had opened her eyes and sat up, taking in the surrounding ocean, Elsa metaphorically froze as the reality began to sink in...

“It wasn’t a dream,” Elsa whispered with despair. All she could do was stare out into the endless horizon and hug her journal close.

Tiny waves gently bumped themselves against the wooden lifeboat, their impacts slightly darkening the brown exterior boards that ed their lost enger. The smell of fresh saltwater reminded Elsa of the tears that she desperately wanted to let out, but couldn’t bring herself to follow through with for fear of her powers bursting out and damaging the boat.

What am I going to do now? Am I supposed to continue towards Corona like what my parents had planned, or make my way back home to Arendelle like I want to?

“Wow. Took you long enough to wake up,” Elsa’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a strange and sarcastic voice that sounded oddly and inexplicably like her own.

Elsa would’ve jumped out of her stockings if she had been raised to be less poised, but she only gasped when the voice startled her and could feel a thin sheet of frost beginning to develop underneath her. She instinctively looked down at her hands to make sure she was still wearing her gloves and tucked the journal under her arm, but she did not respond to the voice. Elsa almost assumed it was her imagination playing tricks on her.

Conceal, don’t feel. Conceal, don’t feel.

The source of the voice cleared their throat impatiently. “I’m right behind you.”

Cautiously, Elsa stood up and turned around in the lifeboat and saw that there was a tropical island with a beautiful palace in front of a painted pink and yellow sky. At the foot of the steps leading into the island's palace stood a young woman who only appeared slightly older than the stranded princess.

Her loose, long, ebony hair had graceful waves that were secured only by a golden headband and decorated with a golden olive leaf. She wore a red chiton dress that was — at least by Arendellian standards — very revealing and accentuated her voluptuous hourglass curves, and both of her wrists were clad with a gold cuff bracelet. In her right hand, she carried a wooden staff, which seemed to be wrapped with a bandage around its middle section, and was topped with the carving of a dragon’s head.

The young woman's exotic attire completely contrasted Elsa's powder blue blouse, black vest, dark purple skirt, and matching purple blazer, in addition to her light light hair in a tight bun. Embarrassed, Elsa lifted the journal to avert her eyes and took a step backward.

“What,” snarked the exotic woman, whose voice to Elsa sounded too similar to her own. “I may be Greek, but I’m not Medusa.”

“Sorry,” Elsa apologized, not knowing how to not offend her. “I’m just... not used to... well... it’s nothing... I mean...”

“Honestly, I find your reaction adorable,” cooed the exotic woman. “Why don’t you come inside?”

Elsa’s eyes widened with fear at the woman’s invitation, and she instinctively clasped her hands to her chest, taking another step back. She did not want to cover a stranger’s home with her uncontrollable ice. She was already traumatized after witnessing her parents’ deaths and struggling to recover from the experience. She did not want the task to be anymore difficult in the presence of a woman she didn’t know, regardless of the fact that they seemed to share a voice.

“No, no. I’m fine,” Elsa answered warily. “You really shouldn’t be talking to me.”

“Nonsense, it’s not like you have anywhere to go anyway. Did you notice that your boat doesn’t have oars?” the exotic woman told her. Elsa suddenly looked down and realized that her boat’s oars were indeed missing along with the map her parents gave her, the com lay broken at the bottom of the boat. “Hey Doc Ock, do me a favor and get this girl’s boat to shore!”

“No, really,” Elsa nervously protested, “it’s okAYYY!!!”

The next thing Elsa knew, an orange octopus was pushing her boat toward the island's beach at such a speed that she almost fell off. The boat was moving so fast that Elsa was unable to that she almost dropped her journal into the water along the way, it was saved only because the octopus had caught it with one tentacle and placed it back into her hands before it could even touch the ocean’s surface.

As soon as the boat had stopped zooming to shore, Elsa saw the octopus salute before diving back into the deep, which caused her to raise an eyebrow. She had never seen an actual octopus before, let alone one that saluted people.

“So, what are you waiting for?” The exotic woman was suddenly right next to Elsa, scanning her intently with deep, cobalt blue eyes. “Come on in.”

Elsa jerked away, grasping her still gloved hands tighter as if her life depended on it. “Don’t touch me!”

“It’s okay,” the woman replied slyly, slipping her tan, and slender left hand around Elsa’s arm like an eel. “I won’t bite.”

“It’s not you, it’s me,” Elsa protested anxiously, her face grew paler with every word. “I might hurt you!”

The woman blinked before suddenly laughing at Elsa, still clinging to her arm. “You’re hilarious!”

“No, you have to listen to me,” said Elsa, gazing uncomfortably at the woman’s hand on her arm. “I’m not safe to be around. You need to get away from me!”

“I’m sorry, but how can a poor, scared, helpless, lost, defenseless girl like you possibly hurt a sorceress like me?” the woman inquired. “You seem perfectly harmless to me.”

“But I’m dangerous! It’s what I’ve been–” Elsa’s clear, sapphire eyes widened again with terror when she realized what the woman had just said. “Wait, did you just say you’re a sorceress?!”

The sorceress ignored Elsa’s futile attempts to break free from her firm grip. “Actually, I’m a demigoddess, but I thought that was obvious! I mean, my staff, my dress, my animal servants, my palace on a floating island, and why else do you think you woke up perfectly dry after being caught in the middle of a storm? Oh, never mind. Let’s just get you inside, you’re freezing!”

Elsa looked back at her boat helplessly as she was dragged inside by the sorceress, who seemed unaware of the trail of ice being left behind them.

“By the way,” said the sorceress, “you can call me Circe.”

VIDEO WARNING:

The 4th Wall Will Not Protect You! Avert your eyes when the narrator says “Mysterious, dangerous...” it’s safe to watch again once you hear someone saying “Bobby? Are you okay?”

Author’s Notes: So, I am aware that a few of you have already figured this out, but surprise! I add a character from the Disney Hercules TV show to my Frozen/Little Mermaid crossover fanfic. I know it might seem random that I added this character, but I thought it was necessary (albeit risky) to do so. Also, I had been wondering how an interaction between these two characters would ensue for a very long time, and this seemed like a good way to explore the idea (even though I’m regretting it due to how much I might’ve imperiled Elsa, but it’s too late to change, so she’s going to be stuck on Aeaea –– the name of the island –– for a few chapters because of my foolishness). But don’t worry, this is STILL a Little Mermaid crossover!

•Next Chapter: Awkward Talk Over Tea•

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