Hello all you readers that took the time to read my new story. The reason why I'm writing this story is because… well who doesn't love a Elsa x Reader story?

That and now that I've finished two of my stories I think I should throw something new out there.

So I hope you all enjoy this new story.

Warning: This story is rated M for violence as well as some other stuff that's yet to come.

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen.

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The blizzard howled through the harsh mountainous environment. At the base of said mountains was a kingdom. The people were rushing to get to their homes to find shelter from the furious snowstorm. At the end of the kingdom city was a castle, while most castles had their front gates open. This castle's gates were sealed shut, just as they've been for several years after the loss of their beloved King and Queen.

Inside the castle itself several maid were walking around the kitchens either cooking or cleaning. Three maid in particular were preparing a single meal. It was for the ruler who was currently ruling over this nearly frozen kingdom.

One of the maids, clearly the youngest, looked at the other two who were older than her, "So is it true what they say about… you-know-who?" she asked.

"No one knows for sure," the middle maid said, "they say his nails are more like claws. And every night he uses them to carve another line. Either onto the wall or onto himself to mark another day that he's locked himself away." The young maid looked nervous.

"Oh hush now," the eldest of the three said whacking the middle one with a wooden spoon, "You're scaring the poor girl." The young maid was still nervous as they finished the tray. It was a simple meal; a pate with some meat, a small bowl of soup, a roll, and a glass of water. A man in an expensive outfit and neatly combed white hair, clearly the head servant here, walked into the kitchen.

"Alright ladies," he said with a slight accent, "Time to call it for a night and time to bring the master his supper." The maids cleared out leaving the young maid alone her hands were slightly shaky as she put the cover on the tray, "Are you alright dear?" he said to the young maid. "Don't worry about it, the rumors you've probably heard aren't true. Just go up to the door to the North Wing, knock twice on the door, enter, leave the tray on the table, and leave. It's as simple as that."

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking," she said, "Why did he lock himself away?"

The old butler's face grew distant and sad, "He's just never been the same since we lost most of the royal family." The maid nodded, picked up the tray and walked out of the room and upstairs.

The maid arrived at the door. She did her best to balance the tray and she raised a hand to knock on the door twice, after she did so she waited a few seconds before grabbing the doorknob. It was a little cold, but so was everything else in this castle because of the blizzard, so she shook it off and turned the doorknob and walked inside.

And she thought the hallway was cold, when compared to this wing of the castle the hall seemed like a warm blanket. The window in the far corner was open letting the wind and snow inside of the room. The whole room seemed to be covered in frost and several degrees colder than the rest of the castle. Shivering slightly she walked to the center of the room where a fancy, round, frost-covered table sat where she put down the tray. She thought about leaving, but she thought it wouldn't hurt to explore a little. She went into the neighboring corridor.

When she left footsteps could be heard and a clear pale hand lifted the cover off the tray.

The young maid walked around the room looking at the different tables and furniture. There were small decorations on each table. One had a few picture frames. They were all dusty and covered in snow from the window, but one was clear. It was a picture of three people, the couple in the picture was obviously the king and queen, but the boy in between them was slightly faded so she could make him out. She put the picture down and turned to look at what seemed to be a target with several arrows sticking out of it. she walked over and saw that the arrowed looked a little strange. They were white and sort of translucent. She reached out to touch one. It was almost as if they were made out of- her thoughts were cut short by another arrow hitting the target literally one inch from her hand.

Scared she jumped back a hand going to her mouth letting out a small shriek and turning to see a man in his late teens, wearing a (F/C) colored robe over a set of sleep wear of the same color, "I'm so sorry Lord (L/N)," she stuttered out to you. Then she looked up, "You are Prince (Y/N) (L/N) right? I mean you don't have clawed hands and… a scarred body."

You walked forward a bow clutched in your hand, "Is that what they're saying about me?" you ask. The wind seemed to increase a bit blowing your slightly unkempt platinum blonde hair the maid slightly trembling from the wind and from your icy blue gaze. You brought a hand up and slightly rubbed the small amount of neatly trimmed facial hair on your face.

"Well sorry to disturb you my lord," the maid said sheepishly, "I'll leave you to your business." She turned and walked out of room and toward the door that lead out of the wing.

Sighing you walk to the target and pulled out the closest arrow and examined the tip. It was clear ice covering an arrowhead shape of a strange substance black in color, but as it traveled down the black became more like thing black veins running down the rod of the arrow before disappearing. Snapping the arrow in half you toss it to the side and walked back to wear you were standing before. You reach your hand into the dark ness of the shadows and pull out a strange black changing substance. Focusing you elongate it and put it into your bow. You raise it up and pull the bowstring all the way back to your cheek and then a layer of frost began to form on the blackness of the strange arrow freezing it and shaping it. Then you release the bowstring laughing the arrow and it impacts as a new arrow that matches the rest of the others.

You turn around thinking that enough for today when a sound carried by the wind is heard by your ears. Your ice blue eyes turn to the window and you walk toward it not seeming to care about the harsh wind and snow pushing against you. You look out the window into the swirling blizzard looking for what the sound could've been. Just when you thought it was nothing a large flaming catapult projectile came out of the snow hitting the wall next to the window you were looking at causing a huge explosion.

You open your eyes to find yourself resting against a tree with a snowy forest o wilderness surrounding you. You had another dream of that fateful day three years ago when your kingdom was sieged and nearly burned to the ground. You were able to escape, but you weren't so sure that the rest of the kingdom was so lucky. News of the siege had traveled quickly and everyone assumed there were no survivors. Ever since that day you've been on the run living like a fugitive or refugee, because everyone that has heard about the event has claimed that you're dead. You were 19 when the siege happened, now you were 22 with almost nothing to hold to your name.

The cold winter wind whistle through the air and through the worn clothes you were wearing making the old grey slightly tattered traveling clock ripple along with the wind. You wore the cloak to make yourself more convincing, you didn't need protection from the cold. You looked down at the frozen puddle that was next to you and saw your reflection in the ice. Your platinum blonde hair was still messy and unkempt, but because of a razor you 'found' a while back you were able to get rid of your facial hair so your pale face would look younger than it did when you had facial hair.

You push yourself off the ground grabbing the sack filled with all your belongings and started today's trek. You walked through the snow and wind looking around taking in anything that you think you could find useful. A flash of color in the white snow caught your eye. To walked over to it and pulled it out. It was a purple cape, and from the craftsmanship it looked like it belonged to someone very wealthy.

Seeing how it could be useful in the future you folded it up and put it into your bag. You sighed, you were once the heir to the Kingdom of Frostridge, now look at you. Wandering the wilds lucky enough to get more than one decent meal a day, but during the last little while gathering food has been rather slow with it being winter and all. You looked down at your hand at the silver ring on the ring finger of your right hand. There was an oval shaped amethyst set into the silver band. Carved into the surface of the purple gem was the royal seal of your family, a snowflake in front of the outline of a mountain surrounded by a slithering snake, the royal seal of Frostridge. Your stomach growled, it was time for today's hunt. You grabbed the black bow that was slung across your back. And walked through the snow-covered forest.

After hiking through the forest you found the tracks of an animal, they looked like deer tracks, but they were much bigger, they belonged to a reindeer. Excited at the thought of the game, and possibly enough food to last you a couple days, you followed the reindeer tracks and failing to notice the sled marks next to them.

After a while of following tracks you finally spotted the reindeer, judging from the size of its antlers and the way his body was build showed it was male. You were about to prep one of your arrows when something caught your attention. The reindeer was hooked up to a sled, and he was unconscious. Then a screaming cry for help caught you attention. Your head jerked to the direction of the scream. Wasting no time you rushed in the direction of the snow, your feet barely sinking into the snow.

You came to a clearing that had almost a ceiling of tree cover. In the tree cover you saw three people, two of them looking like a couple and the third you couldn't entirely see, surrounded by a group of bandits. Looking up and the nearly complete tree canopy you jumped up and disappeared into the branches making little to no sound.

The center man of the bandits, clearly the leader stepped forward looking at the people they surrounded, "Look at what we have here boys." He said grinning a smiled filled with yellowed and crooked teeth, "The royal family of Arendelle," the other bandits grinned and some laughed softly and some started to grab them, they put up a bit of resistance, especially the strawberry blonde, but the bandits were able to grab them and keep them in place. "Princess Anna and Queen Elsa, and the princess's boyfriend the Ice Master."

"He's my husband," the strawberry blonde known as Anna said.

The leader's grin only grew more twisted, "Well that just makes things more interesting doesn't it?" he said. He turned to the others, "John, Butch; get some ropes and find a good place to tie the Ice Master up and gag him as well, we're going to have some fun and I doubt he's going to want to miss it." two of the bandits grabbed rope attached to their belts and dragged the Ice Master to a nearby tree and tied him to it. The leader takes a step forward, "Now why don't have a look at what you've got under those dresses." The rest of the gang got twisted smiles of their own.

From your spot in the trees your eyes narrowed. You knew what was coming and you knew exactly who you were dealing with. You've never met him in person, but other rumors and past victims have given you enough to know who this guy is. His name is Mark and he's wanted for theft, murder, escaping prison, and above all… rape. What he was about to do wasn't going to happen, not with you around. You looked down to see one of the bandit standing slightly under the branch you were perched on.

Anna was terrified. She and her sister were about to get raped by these bandits, what was worse was that Kristoff was here, but he couldn't do anything but watch. Anna silently prayed for someone to come and help them.

As if an answer to her silent prayer an arm shot out of the tree, grabbed one of the bandits by the neck of his clothing and pulled him up slamming his head against the thick branch knocking him unconscious. The other bandits turned just in time to see you drop from the tree cover next to the unconscious bandit. The hood of your cloak was up casting a shadow over your face.

"Who are you?" Mark asked as looked at you, "Doesn't matter. He's seen too much; kill him." Some of them pulled out crossbows that were slung against their backs, the rest pulled out swords or daggers. You looked at all of them and assumed a fighting stance, "You obviously have no idea who you're dealing with."

"And you have no idea on how big of a mistake you're making." You said your voice slightly hoarse. You looked down and picket up the sword the bandit had. Mark laughed and gave the command of attack to the rest of his gang.

Two of the crossbowmen launched their bolt and you spun your blade extremely quickly and deflected the bolts with your sword, you almost smirked seeing the stunned faces. Most of the bandits charged all at once and you had to fight several enemies at different locations. They were starting to overwhelm you and you had to think of something.

You grabbed one of the bandits and used him as a makeshift shield blocking of off the swords coming at you turning the bandit into an autopsy project. One of the swords got stuck into his body and you pushed the now dead bandit at the rest while grabbing the sword in the process. You were now dual-wielding a fighting style you were a lot better with.

There were only three bandits wielding swords, and they all attacked at once. You crossed your swords into an X-block and caught them all. You looked at the royal hostages. "You might want to avert your eyes things might get a little messy." You warned. When you were sure the girls averted your gaze, you pushed the blades to the side and as they stumbled you swung your blades and in one strong single slash the three bandits fell to the floor their decapitated heads rolling away from their bodies.

You turned to the crossbow men who were looking terrified, you took a quick glance to make sure they looked away; they did. Then with a quick swipe of your hand you sent three blasts of dark tinted ice at them and they fell to the floor clutching the areas where the ice hit feeling the energy drain from their bodies, but your victory was short lived because a crossbow bolt had nailed the part of the cloak near your neck against the trunk of a tree causing you to drop the swords.

You turned your attention back towards Mark, he was holding a crossbow, "Impressive, it seems that I've underestimated you." He turned back to the girls, then walked towards them and holding a knife in each hand pressing them against their throats "Open your eyes girls." They did so, "I want you to witness your savior dying." He turned around a raised the crossbow.

Reacting quickly you took off your cloak and charged Mark just as the crossbow fired. You tackled Mark to the ground and slammed your fist into the side of his face breaking his jaw, you added another punch to the center of his face to make sure he was unconscious. You turned back to the girls, the bandits that were holding them had run away like the cowards they were and they were able to move now.

Before you could examine the girl next to the girl, you think her name was Anna, when you felt lightheaded. You looked down and saw the crossbow bolt in the area between the right shoulder and your chest. You went to grab the bolt and you held your breath and you exhaled sharply as you pulled it out. The area around where the bolt had been was starting to grow red, and it was spreading quickly. You stumbled a bit and fell to your knees before collapsing on your side the sounds of the world around you were muffled as your vision began to blur. You heard distant voices.

The last thing you saw before blacking out was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen. She had light blonde hair styled in a loose braid and warm light blue eye, "Thank you," you barely heard her say before blacking out.

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And that's a wrap, I actually had a lot of fun writing it.

Looks like you have quite the past, and an interesting power as well.

Quiz: Did anything about the first half of this chapter seem familiar to any of you? If so what? I'm looking for something specific and be sure to put your answer in a PM or a review.

I'll try to get the next chapter out soon.

This is W. R. Winters signing off