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Thin Ice, Tag: Ariel
Posted: Jun 18 2017, 11:23 AM
I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU
The rocky cove was a tiny, secluded part of the coast. The sun glittered across the waters. Ingrid tucked her legs under herself. Reaching by her side, her fingers found a rough pebble. She pulled her arm back and hurled the stone into the water, letting it plop dully into the deep.
Gerda and Helga were off in their dancing lesson. They’d been getting ready this morning. She’d helped Gerda with her shoes and debated Helga on what dress to wear - the blue or the pink. They’d decided on the pink, to contrast against Gerda. And then, all too quickly, they were ready and off they’d gone, talking about what they were going to practise for the next ball and which young son of a duke or a lord they were going to practise with. Ingrid could hear their laughter and bubbly chatter long after they disappeared around a corner, towards the hall at the heart of the castle, but she’d stayed where she was, watching out from the threshold of their shared bedroom like a mother waiting for her children to come home. In a way she almost felt like that, and not a sister at all. After all, there was no point going to a dancing lesson when she was certain she was never going to dance.
She picked up another stone. With all her strength she chucked it into the sea, her face crumpling.
It was too dangerous, she'd explained to her sisters for what felt like the hundredth time. She'd slip up - she'd hurt someone - she'd show her magic. It wasn't worth the risk. Nothing was, not even a ball; the first ball the girls had ever been invited to. Not even her sisters could stop it, she'd had to explain. It was involuntary. It suddenly happened. It wasn't under her control, she'd had to additionally say to Gerda, who didn't know what 'involuntary' meant. And what if she hurt someone? What if someone learnt of her magic? Not even their parents knew. It would be a scandal, and then she'd be called a monster. Ingrid's gaze slipped over to the yellow ribbon tied on her wrist. With all that she'd said to her sisters, she didn't have the heart to say that she wasn't sure, deep in her heart, whether the ribbons worked.
So she wasn't going to any ball and didn't have to practise to dance. The summer sun in Arendelle was always weak. It wasn't ever truly warm, the kind that seemed to occur overseas. Ingrid had only ever seen that kind of heat in picture books, with illustrations of a bright burning sun that never seemed to match up to the weak sunlight they got here. It was never as warm as Agrabah, and Ingrid knew that because they didn't have camels here. All Arendelle had was reindeer and owls and snow foxes. But it was still home, and a sunny day was still a sunny day. It was too warm to be indoors. Maybe it was Ingrid's imagination, but she felt since her discovery of her powers she had found it harder and harder to bear even the mildly warm temperatures of Arendelle.
Maybe if she sat in the sun for long enough her powers would disappear.
She was reaching for another stone to vent her frustrations with when she saw something funny in the water, something catching her eye. There was some sort of spark, light dancing off something. What? She squinted, scrambling towards the water and peering across curiously. Maybe it was the light hitting a seal’s back - the flap of a flipper, maybe. Despite her sadness, the idea of seeing a seal galvanised her and she looked even more closely.
There! There was another spark and now she was looking out for it she could see it more clearly. It was some scales - a fin, or a tail! But her forehead creased. That wasn't a seal. That wasn't even a fish. That fin had to be bigger than any animal she'd ever seen - her eyes widened. "Aaa!" With a sharp cry she darted backwards, struggling to get away. But in her panic she slipped on a piece of uneven ground, part of the slope from the rocks to the sea. On impulse she stretched out her arm to save herself and already she could feel the pull of magic, that spark of blue appearing out of her fingertips -
Suddenly a wave of ice crackled over the sea, immediately from where she sat. With a great crackling noise a line of ice was cast over the water in a sweeping arc, inpenetrable walls sealing off the cove from the outside world. In a few seconds it had isolated the cove utterly. Ingrid could only watch in horror, staring out at what she had created. "No no no..." Her hand shook as she lifted it to her mouth. "What have I done?"
ADD.: Ariel | WORDS: 835 | NOTES: FUN FACT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT AGE INGRID SHOULD BE AT THIS POINT WHY IS THE CANON SO CONFUSING
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Posted: Jul 25 2017, 06:51 AM